#penny off the STRINGS who will she kill

[sebastianstangirl01]

One Man’s Loss is Another Man’s Gain

Title: One Man’s Loss is Another Man’s Gain

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Wife Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Bradley being put in his place, Protective Jake

Summary: When the best pilots in the navy get called back to Top Gun for a special detachment and it’s learned that Pete Maverick Mitchell is the instructor Bradley Bradshaw looks forward to seeing his old crush again so he can finally confess his feelings, Y/N Mitchell. Too bad Jake Seresin already swept her off her feet and made her Mrs. Seresin.

Requested: Yes!

When you first heard about this special suicide mission it’s safe to say you were terrified for your husband and father. You and Jake had been married for around 3 years now and you’re currently 7 months pregnant with your first child. The idea of being left a widow killing you inside, but not as much as the chance of your son growing up without his father.

You and your father Pete Mitchell have a strong relationship, he was the only constant in your life for a long time after your mother abandoned you on his doorstep. Growing up you and your dad spent a lot of time with Carole and Bradley, Goose passed away 3 years before you were born and Carole and Pete sometimes joked that Goose sent you to them because he knew they needed you.

Carole was the only mother figure you ever had in your life and when she passed away when you were 16 it rocked your whole world, as far as you were concerned she helped raise you and you loved her like a daughter loves her mother.

Bradley. He was a different story, though you’re 6 years younger than him you two grew up as best friends. He was your first crush when you turned 13 and actually noticed how cute he was, but he was in college then and was always going out to parties with college girls, so you never saw him much. When you were 15 you finally realized how dumb your crush was, he was 21 and you were still basically a child playing softball and hanging out with your friends at the movies and the beach. For your own sanity you let the crush go and just focused on being happy to see him when he came home on breaks.

One day everything changed though. Bradley had written you off completely out of the blue, you tried getting in touch with him but your calls wouldn’t go through, you even tried the old fashioned way and sent him a few letters but never got a response. You tried asking your dad what happened but he refused to give you any details. As much as it hurt, you refused to let yourself feel bad and reach out over and over again when you got nothing in return. So you just stopped trying.

You went to college at UCLA where you played softball all four years and got your teaching degree in elementary education, you moved back home to North Beach where you got a job as a 1st grade teacher at Miramar Elementary School on base, thanks to a few strings pulled by your Uncle Ice to insure you’d be close to home.

You met Jake at the hard deck when you were 23 and he was 26, you had gone out to spend some time with Penny and your dad had just gotten back from a deployment so you all were celebrating. Jake had just graduated from Top Gun at the top of his class and came out with a few of his fellow graduates to celebrate. When you two locked eyes the attraction was instant.

Jake spent almost a month trying to get you to go out with him, you had heard of Jake Hangman Seresin’s reputation from your dad who heard it from Uncle Ice. So you wanted to play hard to get and make sure he actually wanted to be with you and not just get into your pants. He proved himself though when he took you out for a picnic on the beach followed up by a walk on the board walk with some ice cream.

You two dated for around 3 years before getting married, you had a small intimate ceremony with just your family and a few close friends. You two lived in a old fashioned farm house and turned it into your dream house, about a year into your marriage you adopted a golden retriever puppy from the pound named Lady and a tabby cat named Wendy and you two were fine with just being animal parents for a little while.

You spent these last 3 years of marriage building your family home. You and Jake decided to live permanently in San Diego regardless of his deployments. Jake worked as hard as he could for the Navy making a name for himself, while you worked just as hard at your teaching job welcoming kids into your class year after year who left feeling like your very own children. Maverick has his hangar around 20 minutes away from your house and you all have Sunday dinners every week without fail.

When you found out you were pregnant you were surprised but nonetheless thrilled, sure you two weren’t actively trying for a baby but you weren’t really doing anything to avoid pregnancy either. You immediately went to the doctor and got checked out learning that you were 8 weeks pregnant and left with a wide smile and some ultrasound pictures. When Maverick found out he was going to be a grandpa he just about passed out from excitement. But nothing beats Jake’s reaction when he found out he was going to be a father.

You had been anxiously waiting for Jake to get back from training, you found out about the pregnancy around a week ago and you were dying to tell your husband but wanted it to be memorable.

You brainstormed and then remembered the two things he loved almost as much as you. Your animals. You’ve seen other people use their animals as a pregnancy announcement and knew that this was the way to go.

You ordered Lady a thin sweater that read “Big Sister” and Wendy a collar that had baby booties on it since you knew better than to try to put your cat into a sweater, learning from past mistakes. You also found three of the cutest onesies at target, one read “my best friend’s have paws” the second one read “my daddy is a pilot” and the last one read “I love mommy and daddy”. You of course had to get all three, and you wanted to make a box to put them in so you got your pregnancy test and ultrasound picture and put it in the box on top of the folded onesies.

Jake is suppose to be home at 7 and it’s currently 6:50, you felt butterflies in your stomach as you sat on the couch with Wendy resting on the back of the couch near your shoulder and Lady laying across your lap asleep, with the box laying on the coffee table. You were excited but nervous about Jake’s reaction, you knew regardless he would be excited but you may have to scoop his unconscious form off the floor before the excitement hits him.

Before you could think much longer the door opened and both animals lifted their heads to look towards the door as Jake stepped inside. You quickly grabbed your phone and pressed record , wanting to get his reaction on video before urging Lady off your lap.

“Hey baby! How was your day?” You asked standing up

“It was something. I’m just glad to be home with my girls.” Jake smiled setting his bag down at the front door.

“We’re glad your home too. I have a surprise for you.” You smiled making Jake cock his brow

“What? It’s not my birthday, it’s not our anniversary, I didn’t get you anything.” Jake stressed making you chuckle

“This is for me too. Lady go see daddy!” You nudged Lady in Jake’s direction and the dog immediately stumbled towards Jake who squatted down with open arms while he was distracted by the dog you grabbed the box and held it patiently

“Lady girl! There’s my girl! What does mommy have you wearing? What is this?” Jake asked in a baby voice making you smile as he gripped the fabric to try and read it, Wendy had made her way over to the two and was rubbing her head against Jake’s leg purring. “Big Sister?”

You could see the gears in Jake’s head turning as he stared at the sweater before looking down at Wendy’s collar, his head snapped up towards you with wide glossy eyes.

“Baby? Is this what I think it is? Are you pregnant? Am I going to be a dad?” Jake asked slowly standing to his feet

“Open the box.” You smiled feeling tears burn in your eyes as you handed him the box. “Daddy.”

“Oh my god.” Jake mumbled as he looked at the contents of the box. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh baby!”

Jake carefully but quickly sat the box down on the ground before pulling you into his arms making you laugh tearfully as he spun you around.

“Oh my god! We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby! There is actually a baby inside of you right now!” Jake exclaimed cupping your face as your tears spilled over. “I love you so much. This is so perfect, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled pulling him into a kiss

Jake has doted on you your whole pregnancy, he’s been to every doctor’s appointment, any craving you have he’s out the door to get it, any ache or pain he’s giving you a entire body massage, when your hormones are too much he holds you tight and litters your face with kisses, and pregnancy sex is out of this world.

You’d just hit your 7 month mark and felt like a whale, your ankles were swollen, your back always aches, your breasts are sore and tender, and you officially can’t stand or walk without supporting your bump because it feels like the weight of your bump is going to send you to the floor. You had recently just had a small gender reveal with your dad and some of Jake’s family and learned that you were having a little boy.

Jake has been busy training for the mission and your dad has been busy being the instructor for the mission, which has led to some long days and nights with Lady and Wendy as your company. You had heard from Jake’s nightly complaining that your estranged best friend Bradley Bradshaw is back for the mission and of course they’ve been butting heads, Jake is fiercely protective of you and after learning how hurt you were when Bradley tossed you to the side Jake made it his personal mission to be the biggest ass to him he could be.

Your dad had called you and told you about the fight between Jake and Bradley and how your name had been brought up, and that Jake bragged about how you were his. You smacked Jake on the head that night but quickly got over it when he brought up the idea of a hot bath and a back rub.

Today Penny had practically begged you to come see her, she was your favorite of all your dads conquests growing up and have always kept in touch she was more your mother than your actual mother. You hesitantly said yes, not really feeling like leaving the comfort of your bed but wanting to spend some time with her.

You took a shower and washed your hair and body, since your pregnancy makes you feel sweaty and disgusting at every moment a shower did you some good. You were feeling more energized after your shower so you even did your makeup routine and did a cute braid in your hair. You got dressed in a flowered blue sundress and some sandals and put your regular jewelry on, barley managing to get your wedding band on your swollen finger.

Since Penny loves Lady you decided to bring her with you, and Jake’s been training her since the beginning of your pregnancy to be your watch dog, a job that Lady takes very seriously. You got her in her harness and leash before grabbing your purse and keys and walking out to your white Rang Rover. You opened the passengers side door and patted the seat.

“Up Lady! Good girl!” You smiled giving her a treat and kissing the top of her head securing the leash to the seatbelt before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.

You drove towards the hard deck with with windows down bobbing your head to your Taylor Swift playlist, the breeze blowing some of your flyaways into your lipgloss.

When you pulled into the hard deck you furrowed your brows when you saw both your dads bike and Jake’s truck in the parking lot. You got out of the car and walked around grabbing Lady’s leash and getting her out of the car before you two walked inside.

“Pen! Penny!” You called out seeing the bar empty

“Out here!” Penny called from the back deck

Lady jerked on the leash at Penny’s voice and you chuckled lightly before dropping the leash letting the energetic dog run out the back door.

“Lady!” Penny exclaimed as you walked outside seeing the golden retriever giving the woman some love. “Hey sweetheart, how you feelin?”

“Pregnant. Very pregnant.” You chuckled taking a seat beside her. “Whatcha doing out here?”

“Just taking in the view.” Penny smirked and you furrowed your brows before following her gaze to see the aviators on the beach playing football

“Oh. That’s why dad and Jake’s bike and truck are out front. I thought they snuck away to day drink.” You said making Penny chuckle

“Nope. They’ve been at it for about an hour. Jake’s already laid Rooster out twice.” Penny raised her brow and you chuckled

“That man. I told him not to be a dick, I swear he holds a grudge worse than any woman I’ve ever met.” You shook your head playing your hands on your swollen belly. “Your daddy’s a little bit of a drama Queen.”

Penny chuckled and turned her head back to the team of aviators and smiled when she saw them walking towards them.

“Looks like they’re heading this way.” Penny nudged your shoulder making you look up

Lady perked up when she first caught sight of Maverick, the dog stumbled in the sand towards him. Maverick smiled and crouched down allowing the dog to run into his embrace, licking his face in greeting.

“Lady girl! You’ve gotten so big in the last week, you just keep on growing.” Maverick smiled rubbing the dogs head

You got up with Penny’s help and walked onto the beach towards your dad, you saw Jake still down by the water with a few other pilots so you figured you’d make your way down to him.

“Hey dad.” You smiled as you walked over to him, Lady coming right back to your side

“Hey kiddo. How’s my grandson?” Maverick asked giving you a hug and kissing your forehead

“He’s being pretty lazy today, he hasn’t moved around much and when I pressed around to try to get him to move he just gave me one big kick basically telling me to shut up.” You chuckled rubbing your belly where your baby had just given you a kick, probably knowing you were talking about him

“It’s those Mitchell genes, he’s gonna be a stubborn one.” Maverick smiled gently patting your stomach

“God help us.” You shook your head. “How’s training going? I hope Jake isn’t being too much trouble.”

“It’s going. Jake’s being Jake. He’s definitely giving Bradley a hard time.” Maverick said

Jake was the one who put you back together, when you met you had some serious trust issues and were battling some depression as well. Even before you finally agreed to date him, Jake was always protective of you and when you finally opened up and let him in he swore no one was ever going to hurt you again.

“He’s just protective, you know that.” You sighed and Maverick nodded

“I know. I’m glad he looks out for you.” Maverick said looking slightly over your shoulder making you smirk

“You know, she still loves you.” You said making him snap his gaze back to you

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Maverick shook his head and you chuckled

“She’s been like my mother my whole life. I wish you’d make it official.” You said kissing his cheek before making your way towards Jake

“Y/N?” A voice asked from behind you making you pause, you knew that voice it’s one you’d never be able to forget no matter how hard you tried

You slowly turned around and saw Bradley standing in front of you, he was wearing his dads old aviators and some cut off jean shorts without a shirt. He’s grown up since you saw him last, now sporting the mustache that looked so much like Goose’s.

“Bradley.” You nodded managing a small smile, you felt Lady settle herself right on your side nearly sitting on your foot in a protective position

“Look. I don’t want any trouble. I know I screwed up so bad, cutting you out of my life was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done. I was just so mad about what had happened that I didn’t even think that you might not of known about it I just decided that you had just as much to do with it as Mav and that was the end of it. You didn’t deserve that, I know that now.” Bradley sighed sadly looking down at your bump that you were cradling

“You’re right. I didn’t deserve that. I loved you Bradley, I honestly thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. You were my best friend and I know you were going through a rough time losing Carole and then your papers. But I lost her too, she was the closest thing I had to a mom and I loved her so much. I was grieving and then I lost you too.” You paused to clear your throat. “I don’t know. Maybe if you had stuck around I never would’ve met Jake, and I wouldn’t trade him and our life together for the world. I don’t want to bring my son into the world with any hard feelings, I don’t want any grudges to be passed down to him. So, I am willing to try and move past this. You were family once Brad, I think that maybe we could be that again.”

Bradley cleared his throat and looked away before looking back towards you.

“I would really like that. I’m happy for you kid, as much as I hate to say it I’m glad that you have Jake and happy that you found someone who will love and take care of you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this right, I promise.” Bradley said and you nodded reaching down to pet Lady when she nudged your leg

“I think we can do that.” You smiled softly one that Bradley mirrored

“Congratulations. I remember how you always talked about being a mom.” Bradley said gesturing to your stomach

“Thank you. It’s a little boy.” You smiled adoringly down at your stomach

Before anything else could be said, a familiar presence was felt behind you before arms wrapped around your waist and gently cupped your stomach pulling you back into a warm firm chest.

“Everything good here?” Jake asked leaning down to kiss the spot right under your ear

“Everything’s fine.” You nodded towards Bradley who nodded in agreement

“Yeah. Uh, congrats on the baby.” Bradley told Jake who nodded

“Thanks.” Jake said before taking Lady’s leash from your hands. “Want to get some food?”

“Yes. I’m starving.” You said and Jake chuckled taking your hand into his

“Let’s go then, I’m sure Penny would make you that burger you love.” Jake said pulling you towards the hard deck

“I’ll see you around.” You told Bradley who nodded watching as you left with Jake’s arm now wrapped around your waist

Bradley watched Jake lean down to kiss your forehead gently as he led you and your dog back towards the hard deck where everyone else was standing around the back deck talking. He watched your smile as you talked to Phoenix and Bob and as you were introduced to everyone else. He smiled softly, he fully expected to be filled with jealousy when he saw you and Jake together.

But seeing how happy you were, your bright smile and sparkling eyes as you cling to Jake’s side. You deserve the world and if Jake can give it to you then that’s enough for him.

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[blorbo-adoption-poll]

Penny Poll semi final Round 1

Penny Polendina (RWBY)

Vs

Penelope (The Odyssey)

Propaganda under the cut

Penny Polendina (RWBY)

• defied death twice, protector with a soul, she’s sweet and loves her friends but she is fierce in a fight, also she’s lowkey autistic rep and I love her

• Since this Penny is a robot, she has a higher copper content than most Pennies, including all US pennies minted after 1982.

• she is literally a little scrimblo shes so cute and nice and pretty and she just wants the best for everyone and and a dandanasjlfd.

• She is best girl!! Penny is fun and strong and quirky and adorably innocent! She deserves the world! Vote for Penny!

• She did not die twice to not be the Penny of all time. Also rocket boots and flying swords that can shoot lasers.

•bestgirlbestgirlbestgirlbestgirlbestgirlbestgirl

• Best robot that got turned into a human that was unfortunately killed off twice

Penelope (The Odyssey)

• She waited about 20 years for her husband to come home she used her huge brain to keep the suitors away for ages I just think she's neat

• She is LOYAL. She is SMART. She is HARDWORKING. She waited for TWENTY YEARS. Penelope is a QUEEN (literally). PENELOPE SWEEP

• This woman was one who was waiting for her husband to come back from war. Her home was full of men who refused to leave, so she did the only thing in her power as a Greek woman and told them: "If my husband Odysseus doesn't come home from the Trojan war by the time I finish this blanket, I'll marry one of you." And she used TRICKERY which was LOOKED FONDLY UPON and was HEAVILY USED BY BOTH ATHENA AND HERMES. This woman called upon the power of Athena and Hermes to keep her marriage sacred which was SUPER important if someone didn't want to piss off Hera.

When she was setting up the trial, she did something only her HUSBAND could do with the 20 pound bow and commanded the fools to string it.

She's so full of tricks that I love her for it.

#penny poll #tournament poll #penny polendina #rwby #Penelope #the odyssey #greek mythology #I have a favorite but damn this is a tough one

[carabalism]

lucky penny

pairing(s) michonne x teen!reader, prison group x teen!reader (platonic)

synopsis michonne finds a prisoner in the governor's apartment instead of penny.

warning(s) abuse, canon typical violence/gore, reader is aged 15-16

a/n do not force yourself to read this if you are uncomfortable with the topic of abuse. i may make a part two but im not too sure tbh

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with what little strength she had, y/n began to push her body against the metal gate in front of her. it was always locked. the governor wouldn't be so careless with something that could tarnish how woodbury saw him. a door on the other side of the gate was kicked down and y/n instinctively flinched back, falling down onto her back. her breathing was raspy from being denied food and water for a while.

the sound of the gate being unlocked caught her attention. she was almost free.

"oh my god..” after only hearing the governor’s voice for so long, it was a relief to hear a woman’s voice, "it's okay, come here."

y/n hesitantly stepped forward, stumbling ever so slightly. she was malnourished, dehydrated and hadn't properly walked longer than she could remember.

"it's okay, you're fine, i'll get you out of here." the woman reassured y/n again, lifting the bag over her head. y/n stared at the woman with wide eyes, but michonne wasted no time releasing y/n from her chains and bounds.

“hey!" y/n turned back to the governor in horror, her mouth opening and closing, trying to speak, but nothing was coming out. she was petrified by the man and michonne knew it.

“hey now... don't hurt her..." the governor held his hands up, “i know this looks bad, but i promise ya' there's an explanation for this little misunderstandin’.”

y/n moved michonne's arm, making it seem like she was threatening y/n. y/n may have been weak and completely vulnerable, but she was smart. she knew what strings to pull with the governor, she knew how sick men's minds worked.

"michonne, we can be reasonable people about this!" the governor flashed a smile. the one thing y/n always noticed is how his smile never reached his eyes. his eyes remained cold and lifeless. he'd mastered the skills to manipulate an entire town, but the mask he wore was poor - anyone could tell how he felt if they just payed attention to him for longer than a second. he couldn't help but let his mask slip every time he didn't get his way his annoyance was evident with every obstacle he faced.

"you run when i say, you hide and i'll find you," michonne whispered through gritted teeth, keeping her voice quiet enough to not be caught by the governor, but just loud enough that y/n could hear.

"michonne... you don't want to do this," he laughed, wiping a hand over his mouth, "a kid killer? is that really who you are?"

"at least i'm not a sick bastard." michonne hissed back, venom dripping from her tongue. she noticed the governor reach for something behind him. a gun.

"now." michonne whispered, shoving y/n towards the door, knocking the governor off his balance. his gun misfired and y/n immediately ran for cover, hiding behind a piece of furniture. instead of going for y/n, the governor lunged at michonne. y/n listened to the sounds of the two struggling, her eyes filling up with tears as her body filled to the brim with fear and adrenaline. this could go only two ways. michonne lives and she was free, or the governor kills michonne and something much worse happens to y/n. it had been a long time since y/n had prayed for anything, but in that moment she clasped her two hands together and prayed for the governor's death. not a quick death. a slow, agonising death that would reveal only but a sliver of the pain the governor had put her through, forced her to endure. the governor's screams only brought a smile to her face. the governor was far from being worthy of her sympathy. it wasn't the world that turned to shit, it was the people. the governor had been cruel to others far longer than he would ever admit.

the apartment door burst open and y/n stared at the blonde woman with wide terrified eyes. the woman only ran past her, not even sparing a glance at her. y/n peaked her head out, watching the blonde woman hold a gun to the woman that had saved her. she then glanced at the crying governor, who had a shard of glass lodged into his eye.

"what have you done?" andrea questioned, her heart breaking at the sight she had ran into. the image of the fish tanks would forever be in her mind. a few quiet words were exchanged between the two women, but they were barely audible to y/n. she tucked herself back into her hiding spot waiting for michonne.

"come on." michonne muttered, making her way to the door. y/n didn't hesitate and followed after michonne, but she wasn’t fully there with her. her mind was busy taking in the things she hadn't felt for a very long time: the feeling of the ground on her feet as she walked, walking in general was foreign to her at this point.

"can you run?" michonne questioned y/n, leading her outside, "there's a group i'm with. they're not dangerous, but you stay with me unless i say so, got it?”

y/n nodded, "i trust you.”

"you shouldn't." michonne began running down to a spot in the fence that she had broken while she was in woodbury, she never stayed in a place without a backup plan.

"go." michonne nodded towards the gap, holding the metal back to widen the gap. y/n quickly slipped through the fence and michonne followed.

"stay close and stay quiet." michonne led y/n around the walls of woodbury and then through a bush, but when y/n reached the other side of the bush she was met with the sight of a bunch of weapons pointed at her face.

"where were you!" rick hissed, careful to keep his voice down to avoid being heard, "you get what you came here for?"

the man approached michonne, his body posture telling y/n that this man was likely not a friend to michonne. she remained behind michonne, gripping onto the back of her shirt for any sort of comfort.

"rick..." y/n stared at the woman who spoke up, "she's got a kid."

rick's head snapped back to maggie and then back to michonne. he stepped back and finally noticed the young girl cowering behind michonne.

"who is she?" rick questioned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted.

"she's with me." michonne instinctively put an arm out in front of y/n, who had not said a word in a while. rick saw the terrified look on the girl's face and lowered his gun, but still just as frustrated with michonne.

"you may be pissed with me, but you know you need me." michonne glared at rick. she was right. he knew that.

"what's your name kid?" glenn asked, leaning on the car, next to where y/n had sat down. y/n looked up at him and took in his injuries and stayed silent for a moment, unsure if she wanted to deal with her throat hurting from speaking, but she assumed she owed them something at the very least, "what'd he do to you?"

glenn scoffed, amused, "so you speak."

y/n rolled her eyes and looked back at the ground, "the governor do that to you?" she repeated.

"yeah, but it was mostly this other guy," glenn frowned, the images of what he had just experienced flashed through his mind, "asshole.”

"watch your mouth." y/n muttered, pulling her socks further up her legs.

"sorry," glenn lowered his voice, trying to keep his aggression at bay. judging by what the girl looked like, glenn knew she must've been put through some serious shit. her clothes were torn and she was filthy, but her eyes is what glenn noticed the most. she was exhausted, maybe even something beyond that.

“y/n..." she looked back up at glenn.

"y/n," he nodded, "it fits."

y/n frowned and looked back at the ground, "haven't been called that name for a while..”

"can i ask what he did to you?" glenn squinted his eyes, a nervous habit he had developed as a child. it was how his sisters knew when he lied.

"i don't think you want to know," y/n looked up at the sky and tried her best to will her tears away, "it's been a long time since i've seen the sun."

"I'm sorry you went through that."

"don't be," y/n looked back at him, "she got me out, i owe her everything."

glenn glanced towards michonne, who had already been watching him with a cautious stare, he nodded at her - a silent acknowledgment to the good deed she had done.

"you rest in the car, you look like you need it." glenn reached over and pulled the car door open for her, "you're safe, get some rest."

"you look like you need to rest yourself." y/n replied, but crawled into the car anyways. the road wasn't the smoothest of surfaces for her to be standing on with just socks to protect her feet.

"nah, i'm fine."

y/n nodded, understanding why he had suddenly closed himself off. from what she gathered, glenn had been tortured by the governor and someone else, but his girlfriend had also been held captive with him. y/n could only guess what the governor had done, but she knew from experience it must have been cruel.

michonne leaned against the car door y/n had just shut, hoping that her presence would allow the girl to relax enough to get some rest.

"who is she?" glenn asked, looking up at michonne from the ground. he was far too tired to stand up and wait around for the rest of the group, but also far too exhausted to complain about the discomfort the road brought him.

"don’t know," michonne revealed honestly, "when i was in woodbury, i saw them through a window. hadn't seen her around woodbury and he never mentioned her, i knew he was up to no good."

"did he..." glenn frowned, not wanting to finish his question. everything inside him wanted michonne to say that nothing had happened to the young girl, but he knew after what had happened with maggie, that the governor was not to be trusted. he was a twisted, sick man.

“i think so.” michonne glared at the sky, the fact someone could harm a child in such a way burned her insides. she wanted to kill the governor for what he had done, what he will continue to do.

“glenn!” rick yelled from the woods, glenn stood up and ignored the aches in his body.

“rick.” he groaned, his body struggling to support his weight while he limped uphill, “oh thank god.”

“now we got a problem here, i need you to back u-“ rick was interrupted by glenn as soon as he spotted merle.

“what the hell is he doing here?!” glenn yelled, his gun raised and pointed at merle. michonne had similar ideas, as her sword was out and ready the moment the cocky redneck was in her field of vision.

“hey, hey, hey!” rick yelled at the two, putting himself in front of them to stop them from attacking merle. if it had been up to him, merle wouldn’t have been there in the first place.

“hey put it down!” daryl yelled, whilst maggie rushed towards glenn asking him to put his weapon down, “put it down!”

“he tried to kill me!” michonne cried, her sword pointed at rick’s chest, whilst his gun was pointed at her head. the sound of michonne yelling had woken y/n up and she had exited the car, her feet ached and the ground was anything but gentle to her skin. the only barrier between her feet and the ground was a pair of fluffy socks she had from before the turn had happened. her walk was wobbly, unsteady and she struggled to stay upright, but she wanted to see what was happening. she hid behind a tree and peaked at the group of people with weapons raised.

“if it wasn’t for him-!”

“he helped us get out of there!” daryl defended his brother.

“yeah right after he beat the shit out of you.” rick growled.

“hey, we both took our licks, man.” merle scoffed. y/n squinted her eyes at the man, his voice was familiar - she was sure she had heard him in the governor’s apartment before.

“jackass.” daryl shook his head at his brother.

“hey, shut up!”

“enough!” rick had finally had enough, but the second he turned his back michonne took a step forward with her sword. the group erupted into several small arguments and y/n blinked at them from her hiding place. what an odd group of people.

“get that thing outta ma face!” daryl yelled at glenn, who backed off slightly.

“man, looks like you’ve gone native, brother.” merle chuckled, making daryl turn around with as much fury as he had done when glenn held a gun to his head.

“no more than you hangin’ out with that psycho back there.”

“oh yeah man, he is a charmer i got to tell ya that.” merle’s words made y/n cringe, she turned around and sat on the ground, waiting for the adults to finish their argument. now that the governor had been brought up, y/n had no interest in eavesdropping. she already knew far more than she wanted about the man.

“been putting the wood to your girlfriend andrea,” merle smirked at michonne, “big time, baby.”

“what?” glenn hissed, “andrea’s in woodbury?”

“right next to the governor.” daryl confirmed.

michonne stepped forward again with her sword and rick instantly stood in front of her, “i told you to drop that!”

“you know andrea?” rick narrowed his eyes at michonne, “hey. do you know andrea?

y/n narrowed her eyes at rick as he got closer to michonne’s face, there was nothing she could do to stop the man, but if anything happened to michonne there wasn’t a soul in the group that y/n would trust.

“yep, she does.” merle answered for michonne, “her and blondie spent all winter cuddling up in the forest, mh-mmm-mmm, yeah. my nubian queen here had two pet walkers, no arms, cut off the jaws and kept them in chains. kind of ironic now that i think about i-“

“shut up!” daryl yelled.

“hey man, we snagged them out of the woods, andrea was close to dying.” merle shrugged.

“is that why she’s with him?” maggie asked.

“yeah.” merle nodded, “snug as two little bugs… so what y’gonna do now, sheriff, huh? surrounded by a bunch of liars, thugs and cowards.”

“shut up!” rick’s eye twitched in annoyance, his patience was running thin. merle came up in rick’s mind every once in a while, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the pain in the ass merle dixon was.

“oh man, look at this. pathetic.” merle laughed, “all these guns and no bullets in them.”

“merle shut up!” daryl got close to merle, threatening his brother. he knew if he didn’t shut merle up soon, someone else was going to do it.

“shut up yourself! bunch of pussies you roll-“ y/n gasped as rick hit the back of merle. glenn turned around at the sound and saw y/n crouched behind a tree.

“asshole..” rick grumbled.

glenn walked away from the group, staring at y/n for a moment as he past him. michonne was the next to notice y/n was out of the car and ran over to her.

“you should be resting. you can’t even walk.” michonne hissed, her eyes scanning over y/n’s body to check for injuries.

“sorry.” y/n apologised, letting michonne help her walk back to the car. michonne opened door to the backseats and sat y/n down.

“you okay?” she asked, putting a comforting hand on y/n’s knee.

“thank you..” y/n whispered, her throat still scratchy from a lack of water, “thank you for getting me out.”

“don’t mention it,” michonne nodded, “i’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”

michonne shut the door and leaned against it, watching the group talking - most likely about her. she could tell there was a disagreement between the three of them with the archer.

and then the archer was gone.

“we patch you up and then you are gone.” rick growled at michonne. she nodded and looked at the ground and then at the girl sitting in the backseat, staring back at her with wide, fearful eyes. michonne got into the backseat next to y/n once rick had moved out of her way. the car started and y/n gripped onto the seat tightly, it had been so long since she was last in a car. michonne noticed her fear and wrapped an arm over her shoulder, keeping her glued to her side. michonne noticed that y/n trusted her more than the other people, she knew when she had to leave the prison y/n would want to go with her, but the prison would be a safer option. they couldn’t send away a child. they weren’t those kinds of people.

“she’s out like a light.” y/n watched the older man examine michonne. she was thankful that there had yet to be any questions thrown her way, but with michonne asleep she knew it was only a matter of time before the old man’s attention was on her, “must be days since she slept, you look pretty shot yourself.”

“how long before she can travel?” rick interrupted hershel, his tone snappy and frustrated. y/n stared at him in disgust, michonne had saved her life and he was here treating her like a pest.

“have to keep an eye on her, pretty sure she has a concussion,” hershel made his way out the cell, the clicks of his crutches moving sounded eerily similar to the sound of the governor’s boots on the wooden floors of his apartment, “couple of days if she’s up. need to examine the girl as well.”

rick shut and locked the cell door, making eye contact with y/n briefly before he walked away with hershel. y/n looked back down at michonne and frowned, the poor woman was exhausted and injured. y/n couldn’t believe that rick wanted to send her away, not only was she injured, but she surpassed them in combat abilities. michonne could be an asset to him, but he was clearly not in the right mind to be thinking straight. y/n listened to the group talk about the governor, the sound of his name made her feel sick, but she knew she would have to fill michonne in after she woke up about what she had missed.

it was only when she heard yelling that she looked away from michonne and stood up. her legs were shaky under her, she could buckle at any moment and she wouldn’t be surprised. leaning against the cell door, she peered between the bars trying to catch a glimpse of what was causing commotion. there was nothing to see, but she could hear rick.

“i can’t help you. get out!”

y/n flinched away from the bars and stumbled over her feet, falling onto the ground. she pushed herself backwards until she felt the steel from the bed frame press against her back. she tucked her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, burying her face in the gap between her chest and her knees.

“get… get out!” rick yelled again, “you don’t belong here! get out! please!”

y/n heard the click of a gun and she whimpered in fear. she was trapped in another cage by another man who had lost his way. her breathing became labored and if she wasn’t so dehydrated, she was sure she would’ve been crying.

“get out! get out!” rick cried, his voice cracking, “why are you here!“

“just go! go! go!” glenn yelled at the strangers, a part of him felt guilty for sending them out the prison, but rick was in no state to accept new people. he was far too unpredictable and glenn didn’t want someone to accidentally get shot.

y/n didn’t hear much of anything else, sounds around her blended together and she could almost hear the sound of her pulse racing. it wasn’t until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she realised someone had walked into the cell. she flinched from the touch and her head shot up to look at the person stood in the cell.

“are you okay?” hershel asked, a sad smile on his face, “let’s get you sat on a chair and checked, that okay?”

y/n didn’t trust him yet, she couldn’t trust him, but she nodded and stood up anyways. the last thing she would want is to upset the group, so she complied with their demands. it was what she was used to doing. complying. obeying.

“can you tell me your name?” hershel dragged a chair to sit across from y/n, leaning his crutches on the side of michonne’s bed.

“y/n..” y/n answered, her gaze fixated on his leg.

“i’m hershel,” he smiled again, trying to create a comfortable environment for the clearly scared girl, “do you have any injuries for me to look at?”

y/n shook her head, “not a scratch.”

he hummed in acknowledgement, nodding as he noticed her staring at his leg, “i was bit, rick saved my life.”

y/n looked away from hershel’s leg and into his eyes, he seemed like a genuine man, there were no manipulative undertones to his words and no glint in his eyes that hinted he was not what he portrayed.

“these people here are good people,” hershel looked out of the cell, “you may not trust us, i understand, but we’re good people.”

“your man wants to send an injured woman back out there,” y/n looked back at michonne, “how can you justify that.”

“i don’t,” hershel chuckled, shaking his head, “rick recently lost his wife, he’s not quite there at the moment, but he’ll bounce back in his own time i’m sure. he always does.”

“you have a lot of faith in him.”

“he’s the reason i still get to see my daughters everyday,” hershel gestured to his leg, “he’s an honest man, give him some time and he’ll prove himself.”

“how did he lose his wife?” y/n questioned.

“childbirth,” hershel sighed, “is it okay if i ask some questions of my own now?”

y/n looked down at her hands, she knew this was coming, but she hoped that she could stall the man, “go ahead.”

“how do you know this woman?” hershal looked at michonne.

“her name is michonne,” y/n whispered, “i don’t know her, but she saved my life. she could be an asset to your group… i know you see that.”

“i do,” he nodded in agreement, “rick needs to come around to the idea first.”

“you should never put a man like that in charge.” y/n hissed, “you never know what they’re capable of.”

“may i ask what happened to you?” hershel sighed, he had figured out that she was deflecting the conversation and he wouldn’t get anywhere with her if he wasn’t direct.

y/n looked him in the eyes and he could see the pain in her e/c eyes, “the governor.. he saved me from a group of men and took me to woodbury. the same day some scouts had brought back a massive haul of food and water… his lucky penny. that’s what he called me.”

“what happened next?” hershel questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“he took me to his apartment and fed me. that was the last time i saw the sun.” y/n felt a shiver run down her spine and she wrapped her arms around her.

“i’m sorry you went through that,” hershel paused, “i’ll get you some new clothes and some shoes to wear, but i want to make sure you haven’t got any injuries that you’re hiding from me.”

y/n shook her head at the man and he nodded, “alright then. i’ll go get you those clothes.”

y/n looked at the ground and hershel slowly made his way to the cell door, “thank you.”

“no need to thank me, you make sure to get some rest too,” hershel nodded at the girl, a soft smile on his face, “i’ll make sure to bring you and your friend some water ‘n food.”

“thank you.” y/n expressed her gratitude again, but hershel could tell she wasn’t thanking him for the clothes, or the food, but she was just grateful to be away from the governor.

#michonne x teen!reader #twd x reader #twd x teen!reader #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #rick grimes x teen!reader

[shouldershimmycity]

Scare War (Rooster x Reader)

Just a little something I thought of today. Hope y'all enjoy.

*****

Walking down the small, relatively quiet hall of the carrier, you hummed to yourself. The only sound besides your footsteps and humming were the sounds of the ship itself running. The lights were still bright in the passage, but the majority of the ship was asleep. 2:57, your watch read when you glanced down at it. Not having to report for anything super early tomorrow was a blessi–

“AAH!” Rooster screamed, jumping out from the corner at you and you screamed like a little girl.

“BRADSHAW YOU ASSHOLE!” you screeched, slapping the taller man’s arm. He looked like he was about to cry from laughter. (A/N: You can’t tell me he doesn’t laugh like Goose when he finds something really funny).

“He– Hey, shhhh, people are sleeping, don’t, ahahahaha, don’t scream at me, ehehehehehe,” he wheezed, wiping the tears from his eyes. You glared at him as he turned to go back around the corner towards his bunk, still giggling to himself. Little did you know this wasn’t a one time thing.

*****

You arrived at Maverick's hangar, dropping the cases of beer you brought for the little get together on the table. Everyone was greeting you and the alcohol with whoops and “hey!”s Removing your sunglasses, you went to strike up a conversation with Maverick, who had a funny look. Before you could ask, he struck again.

“RAHH!” From behind you Rooster threw his hands on either side of your face like horse blinders and you, again, shrieked. Maverick doubled over in laughter, as did several of your colleagues. You slowly rotated to scowl at the aviator behind you, who simply smiled at you.

“Hi,” he said casually.

“Bradshaw,” you growled, and walked away to grab a beer. Thank goodness you brought enough. 

*****

Sitting down at the bar, you were ready for a nice, relaxing evening with your friends and colleagues. Waiting for everyone to arrive, you ordered a beer from Penny. When she moved to bring it to you, her eyes moved down to the space behind the bar right in front of you for a split second. You realized what was happening just a microsecond too late.

“BAHH!” Bradley shot up right in front of your face and you fell off the stool.

“AHH! BRADSHAW!” you shouted. The string of curses that left your mouth made both Bradley and Penny blush.

*****

At this point you should have seen it coming, you were too comfortable. Bradshaw hadn’t struck in a while and you had almost forgotten all about it. It was early in the morning and you were reporting for instruction with the rest of the squadron, the admirals having yet to arrive. Yawning, you pushed through the doors that led into the briefing room. 

“BWAAAHHHH!!” came the shouts, and you almost smacked Maverick in the face by accident. Your glower could have killed the Captain if looks could kill, and you were stuck between angry and actually amused.

“Not you too,” you sighed, and turned on your heel to shoot Bradshaw an irritated look. You weren’t too fond of feeling like a target, so you were going to do something about it. 

*****

Bradley hadn’t seen you around for the next couple days. He missed scaring the crap out of you. To his knowledge, you were a good sport and it didn’t actually bother you. But he began to feel bad when he was summoned up to Cyclone’s office, and when he heard it was about a Human Resources complaint he began to feel god awful. It was only a bit of fun. Clearly you didn’t think so if it was enough for ground control to pull him down in the middle of an exercise because of the complaint.

He stood in front of the door to Cyclone’s office, already formulating an apology to you in his head. It was uncalled for and Rooster regretted every time he jumped out from behind a corner or behind you. Rooster swallowed dryly before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” the Vice Admiral demanded, and Bradley opened the door, stepping inside the office. 

“Bradshaw, close the door behind you,” Cyclone said evenly and Rooster did as he was told.

“RAHHHH!” you screamed at the top of your lungs and Rooster fell onto his ass. Bradley hadn’t even seen you standing behind the door when he had come in, and you had snuck up behind him while he was shitting his pants. He stared at you in utter surprise while you were making noises that sounded like a bird dying. 

Bradley stood up, still in shock, and looked over at Cyclone, who had a small smirk on his face. 

“That will be all Bradshaw,” he dismissed him, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. You put a good natured hand on Roosters shoulder, still giggling and led him out of the office. 

When you two were down the hall, Bradley just gaped at you and you smiled back. Starting to giggle again, he joined you, and the both of you eventually began howling with laughter until you were leaning against the wall for support and Bradley had to sit down. 

The navy issued a “scare truce” to your squadron, after the two of you got so bad there actually was a complaint that was put forward. Oops.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #top gun x reader #topgunmaverick

[jecksaa]

Not His Idea

On the Second day of Kinkmas, I apologize for Rookwood smut. But i had fun writing this one. Prompt was Size Kink word count is - 1.7k Enjoy! and a friendly reminder MDNI, please only read if 18+ as always.

“fuck…” a sigh left Victor’s throat as he slumped in his high winged back armchair; it had been a rough few weeks, every one of his plans were being foiled by a fucking child. His men were useless, half of them dead the second the insolent child laid eyes on them. The child’s magic was growing, and his army was depleting, Victor was at the end of his tether with losing. He needed a plan, a fool proof plan to either turn them or be rid of them once and for all. First, he needed a clear mind to think, he needed her, writhing around him, screaming his name. That would make him feel better. Victor looked over the encampment, it was loud, the men and women were drinking their troubles away, their loses, their hard efforts. She was drinking alone in a vacant corner of the tent, long jet-black hair swept over one shoulder, a sorrowing look in her eyes, he felt if he had a heart it would break for her, for all of them. He took up the space next to her, leaning against one of the support beams. She was considerably smaller than him, which suited Victor perfectly. She was normally feisty, but the second his cock was deep within her, she was a tiny needy mess. “Penny for your thoughts?” A small smirk tugged at Victors lips. “That joke got old after the first time, Victor.” A smirk to mimic his. “Apologies, Penny. You smiled though.” She let out a small sigh, looking up at Victor with her bright green eyes, the same ones that sometimes haunt his dreams, dreams of watching the life fade from them by someone else hands and not his. Not that he would want to kill her, but the idea had crossed his mind once, or twice while she was choking on his cock. He could just wrap his hands around her pretty little throat, squeeze tight enough that her airways would be cut off and the light would slowly fade from those beautiful green eyes. “Can I help you, Sir?” A hit of sarcasm in her tone. “Actually, I do believe you can. Follow me.” Victor gestured with his finger for her to obediently follow, she does. ~~~ Victor led her to his own quarters, a larger room in the encampment. The warmth from the fireplace filled the space, Victor shed his long dark blue trench coat letting it hit the floor, his black top hat thrown across the room. Her hands came from behind, unlooping the buttons on his dark maroon vest. He turned to face her, his hand grazing her cheek, moving into her loose hair, his fingers interlocking and gripping hard. Penny winces at the pain, but her eyes are begging him to take her. Victor pulls her head back so their eyes lock, looming over her, his lips just brushing against hers, a soft mewl lingered between them. “Kneel!” Victor commanded. Her bright doe eyes, the wet sheen to her lips, the way she slowly knelt before him, her fingers unclasping his trousers. She pulled them down just low enough that he was freed, her hands grasped the base of his thick cock, she dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft, her mouth wrapped around the tip. Her tongue danced over the sensitive head, slowly sucking in her cheeks. Eye contact never breaking, Penny pulled her head back, a string of saliva mixed with pre-cum connected her delicate lips to his throbbing cock. Victor needed more, his hand still tangled in her hair, grip tightening he pulled her back so her mouth, and her throat took him completely.

Soft sobs muffled by the entirety of Victor, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Low, deep grunts catching in his throat, her mouth felt good, but her cunt would feel better. He wanted to savor this moment for just a bit longer though, she was never this obedient. Normally she is running her mouth, fighting with anyone who looked at her wrong. With her it was always a power play, her stature was well under half of his own, but he was sure that’s what made everyone terrified of her, she could easily kill a man three times her size, but when it came Victor, her fight was becoming less and less each time. She would never admit to herself that she loved this just as much as he did. Who was he kidding, he would never admit it either. The moans that vibrated against his skin sent shivers up his spine, the hand intertwined with her hair pulled her in as far as her throat would allow, he almost let his head roll back in pleasure. He just needed a few seconds of watching her choke on his cock before pulling her off. Penny tried to stifle the coughing, tears staining her slightly reddened cheeks, she wiped the mixed-up saliva from around her mouth. “Good girl!” A pleased hum from Victor.

A needy whimper escaping her, he pulled her up by the tangled mess that was now her hair. Slowly releasing her, his fingers trailed over the buttons of her blouse, undoing them as he went. She tugged the shirt off behind her, he took in the sight of her bare breasts before him. His hands unclasped her skirt fasteners, letting it fall and crumple on the floor. Tugging at the small little bow that was keeping her undergarments in place, his fingers slipping in-between the soft cotton and her warm skin, pulling them down till they fell. Victor grabbed her hand walking backwards, pulling her towards the bed, her feet stepping out of the slightly damp material. His calves bumping against the wooden frame, her hands pulling at his clothes. Vest thrown across the room, shirt tossed over her head, trousers lay at his ankles, her palm lay flat against his chest. Giving a soft push, Victor’s back hitting the soft mattress, kicking the remainder of his trousers off. Penny slowly climbed atop Victor, giving a tantalizing lick over the head of his cock before settling her hips just above his now aching length. Her hand gripped him tightly as she adjusted herself, the tip pressed against her opening, slowly rubbing against the wetness between her legs. Victor’s hands ran up her thighs, they settled on each side of her hips. Her skin was soft, and warm, delicate for a criminal like her. The sensation was maddening, his fingers dug into her skin, pulling himself into her sharply. Hissing at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, her abrupt screams filling the room. He didn’t stop there, thrusting into her, the rhythm was harsh, rough, making sure her screams never faded.

It wasn’t enough, Victor pulled out of her wetness, a needy moan left her lips before he situated himself behind her. The palm of his hand pressed into her back, forcing her hands to support her on the bed, his free hand slid to pull her hips up. Pressing the head of his cock against her core, he plunged deep within her, running the hand back to her other hip and pulling her further against him. Her moans becoming desperate, his pace was rougher, demanding. Her cunt was more than willing to obey the demand, it tightened around him, her body began to shake from her own release. Her slick coating his length, making it easier to fuck her. He felt her body begin to go limp. Leaning into her ear, he whispered. “Not finished yet.” Victor’s hand slipped round her throat, pulling her into his chest, gripping tighter with each thrust into her tight, wet cunt. Her strangled moans barely audible, her breathing started to stagger. His mouth nibbled on her ear, grazing down her neck before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. A pained screamed began to leave her before his hand tightened again, tilting her head back a bit further, he could now see her eyes, the tears that streamed from them. The most beautiful fucking mess he ever had the pleasure of creating. “You are such a good little whore for me!” A deep purr in her ear. Her walls tightened around his cock again, her hands were clawing at his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. She felt incredible, completely soaked just for him. Victor felt his own climax creeping up on him, he needed her to come again, to come with him. His free hand softly kneaded her breasts before running his fingers down the side of her ribs. Grabbing hold of her hip again, his hips hammered into her. He watched her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head, he wasn’t finished yet. His fingers moving to her clit, rubbing small circles into the sensitive nub. “Y-yes, ple-ease!” His hand still holding firm on her throat, it was as much as she could muster through the desperate screams of pleasure. Victor’s cock began to twitch at her pleas, his hips snapping into her overstimulated cunt, her strangled screams were like music to his ears. His release flowed and filled her entirely, her body shaking at her own climax. His hand releasing her, her breathing shallow and deep. He pulled his length from her and watched her fall to the bed, his own breath catching up to him. The view that befell him, was that of a dream. Her fucked into bliss, his cum spilling from in-between her legs, her neck bruising nicely with his own hand print.

He fell beside her, now realizing how sweaty and worn out he was, a heavy sigh catching in his throat. “Something wrong, Victor?” Penny’s breathing was still settling. “Just the usual.” “You fuck me like that, and you are still thinking of the child?” Penny propped herself up, elbow pressed into the mattress. “I just, I am at my wits end with them. They are a pain I need to be rid of, or I need them to join us.” Victor was trying to not sound defeated. “Kidnap them then… make them listen to you… You are Victor Rookwood after all!” Victor looked at her in awe, how had he not thought of that. Victor Rookwood, the leader of the Rookwood Gang, the most notorious dark wizard in all of Europe… and a tiny, fucked out whore of a woman, just gave him the best idea he had ever heard.

#victor rookwood smut #victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy smut #kinkmas hl #Rookwood x F!OC

[jammatown919]

The Difference Between Penny and Pyrrha

So I got into an argument recently in which someone compared the deaths of Penny and Pyrrha in a claim that the revival theories were stupid, so here’s an overview of why I think comparing Penny and Pyrrha’s deaths actually highlights why Penny’s story should not end the same way as Pyrrha’s. 

Also, if you’re thinking of responding with anything that boils down to “I personally don’t like the outcome you’re suggesting therefore you’re delusional but no I will not counter your actual argument”, kindly don’t! I find those arguments tiresome and pointless and will not be responding to them. 

First up is their respective fairy tale allusions. Pyrrha’s allusion is Achilles. She is the literal representation of a tragic hero who is doomed to die. That is, ultimately, her purpose in the story. Pyrrha existed to be a heroic sacrifice. Penny’s fairy tale allusion, however, is Pinnochio, who gets brought back to life more than once. In the original story, Pinnochio is killed by hanging. Penny is killed by the strings of her weapon. Both are later revived. In the popularized Disney version of the story, Pinnochio is killed after an encounter with Monstro after rescuing his father. In V8, while Penny never directly encounters Monstra, Monstra is part of the catalyst of V8′s events, and Penny is killed an attempt to save others by getting the powers away from Cinder. Thing is, Pinnochio is brought back to life as a reward for his heroism. Specifically, he is brought back to life by the Blue Fairy, who Winter seems to allude to at this point in the story. Winter is central to a large portion of the theories involving Penny’s return due to on-screen clues. 

Essentially, Pyrrha was doomed to die by the nature of her allusion. Penny’s points to revival. 

Second, the fact that one character actually got some kind of pay off to the buildup of her relationships and one did not. Pyrrha’s most central relationship throughout the volumes she was alive is with Jaune. She actually gets a moment with this special, important person in her life before she dies. Penny, on the other hand, dies in the arms of someone who is arguably the least close to her out of the entire group (other than like, Ren, who never talks to her if memory serves), separated from her father and believing her best friend is already dead. And yes, Penny does get a moment with Winter, but as has been pointed out by other users, the relationship between those two so far has been more about Winter’s development than Penny’s. It feels less like a satisfying pay off to one of Penny’s relationships and more like Penny is being treated as a stepping-stone in the journey of a character who has been less central to the plot than her up until that point (not to say that Winter isn’t an important character, but Penny was far more set up to be a big deal). Unless of course both journeys are intended to continue, intertwined with one another. 

Third, why would they have Jaune go through another arc of being traumatized about not being able to save someone unless he was going to be instrumental in the furthering of this unfinished plot thread? Jaune has already gone through having to come to terms with not being able to save someone and moving on from that and saving others wherever he can. Redoing this arc just repeats what we’ve already seen from him. Even if he moves past it by saving someone else, we’ve already seen that from him after saving Weiss and it adds nothing new to his character. However, I could absolutely see them doing this with Jaune specifically if Penny’s method of survival relied on him being there and her having access to his Semblance, and if he was going to be instrumental in saving a person who he thought he had already failed to save. 

Fourth, Pyrrha’s story serves to highlight that heroic sacrifices of one’s life are BAD. Pyrrha accomplishes nothing but her own death. She doesn’t save Beacon. She doesn’t stop Cinder. She doesn’t protect anyone. Her death is a giant flag waving in the air saying, “DO NOT DO THIS”. Why would they then turn around and frame a heroic sacrifice as a good thing? Unless they were going to have it become a situation in which the person doing the sacrificing can actually be around to learn her lesson that throwing her away her life is never a good option. 

#penny polendina #rwby #rwby v10 theories #rwby analysis

[etincelleart]

Okay but, one thing I really wanna see after a Nuts and Dolts reunion?

Penny tackle-hugging Blake out of RELIEF that she hadn't thrown her to her death.

Remember, while Blake and Penny were willingly collaborating, Penny threw Blake at Ruby to save her from falling into the void. She died thinking she had killed Blake.

So seeing Blake alive and well would probably lift a MASSIVE weight off her shoulders.

(Also, it would give me breadcrumbs for my "Blake as a big sister figure to Penny" desire. Those two have so much in common and I just think it's cute.)

That's a cute idea ! I don't know if Penny would feel guilty in the way of Blake catched Ruby successfully and was about to go back on the bridge, but Cinder just stopped her of doing so. Penny trusted Blake and she knew she was able to catch Ruby, but it's Cinder who cut the string. But I can imagine why she could still feel guilty maybe. I feel like she was still able to redirect her feelings toward those still there (Weiss, Jaune, Winter even if she wasn't here at the moment)

But anyway that would be cute, I'd love to see her just hug team RWBY all over again like she did when she got her human body. And I'd love her to hug Jaune too, after what happened I think they would have some stuff to talk about, Nora as well... There's a lot of people Penny started to have a connection with, that's why if she came back it would just be so neat to see that developped-

#rwby #penny #penny polendina #ruby #ruby rose #team rwby #blake #blake belladonna #hug #jaune #winter #weiss #rwby volume 9 #rwby v9

[justadreamer08]

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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x aviator!Reader

warnings: coarse language, fluff, mentions of alcohol and bars, most definitely some naval inaccuracies, no use of y/n (bc y/n is an unofficial oc and icky :D )

author's note: Enjoy!

Summary: You meet Bradley in the Hard Deck. The old honky tonk piano in the corner calling both of your names, you calling his heart.

R/N ~ Reader's name

R/L/N ~ Reader's last name

Callsign - “Magnet”

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You walked into the Hard Deck, slipping your aviators onto your head. You squinted at the change in light levels, looking around the room. You'd been called back to TOP GUN to fly a classified Uranium mission. They'd called back the best of the best, and you did graduate top of your class. Clad in denim shorts, a white shirt, yellow Doc Martens with black and white strings, and a hawaiian print scarf strung through the belt loops.

It was late afternoon, so the bar had it's fair share of customers. The jukebox was playing, a group of aviators was playing pool, people were mingling, and the bar was lively. You walked up to the bar and knocked on it.

"What's it take for an aviator to get a drink around here?" you spoke in a playful tone. Penny turned around with raised eyebrows. Her face broke into a grin when she saw you standing in front of her.

"Mag!! How ya' been? You want the usual I'm guessing?" She spoke, abbreviating your callsign while whirling around to get your usual drink from the counters.

"Thanks, about as good as its gonna get. You?" You brought the drink to your lips, smiling behind the rim of the glass at her reaction. You'd always liked Penny. When you first came to Fightertown, you walked into the Hard Deck, and always found yourself wandering back. You lived on the outskirts of Fightertown, not far from where you are stationed from this mission.

"I'm going along!" she replies to your question, smiling apologetically when she has another customer to tend to. You smile understandingly and walk away and your attention is drawn to the piano in the room. It sits, waiting to be played. You'd loved music, especially older tunes. It's all your parents played around the house when you were growing up.

You walked over to the piano, tapping the notes of "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" in your right hand. Just the basic melody, when the jukebox music stopped, and people started circling the piano. You sat down, begining to play the entire song, while people sang along.

In the bustle, you hadn't heard the bell above the door jingle. Nor did you see the Adonis that was Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw that just walked in.

The group of aviators that were playing a game of 9-Ball started to have more conversations among themselves. When the door opened, the conversation grew.

"Bradshaw...as I live and breathe."

"Hangman. You look...good."

"Well, I am good, Rooster. In fact- I am too good to be true."

"Whatever Seresin..." Bradley chuckled, shaking his head dismissively at Jake. The piano died out as you got off the bench to refill your drink.

The stop in music, and the screeching of the jukebox coming to life grabbed the attention of the aviators. The only person who caught your movement was Robert, or Bob "Bob" Floyd. He lifted his glasses off of his face, and lowered them again in disbelief.

"Is that- holy- that's R/N "Magnet" R/L/N!" he exclamed almost fanatically.

"Come again Bob?" Phoenix questioned.

"It's Magnet! One of, no, the best pilot of their class. 5 air to air combat kills, survived 3 SAM's, and as vicious on the ground as in the air. Quite the reputation they have really. How do none of you know this?" Bob rambles.

All the aviator's eyes follow you as you walk to the bar. Rooster tilts his head in intrigue, tucking his glasses into his pocket, and walking over to you leaning against the bar.

“Thanks Pen” You pick your new drink as you turn to see a guy next to you, who you don’t think was there previously. Was he?

He smiles a friendly smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He outstretched his hand toward you as he introduces himself.

“Hey, I’m Bradley Bradshaw, callsign: Rooster. Heard you’re an aviator like my friends and I over there, you wanna join us? Payback is racking up a game of 9-Ball.” He asks as you return his handshake. His hands are warm and calloused, although it wasn’t unpleasant. Toughened by constant use. This guy obviously wasn’t a WSO, he was definitely a pilot. You took in his frame, he wasn’t dressed like the other aviators. Then again, neither were you.

“R/N, R/L/N; callsign: Magnet.” nice to meet you. Sure I’ll join you guys.” you turned and started walking in the direction of the other aviators with him.

As you walked up to the table, Bradley introduced you to the rest of the aviators. You offered them a smile, and short wave. The WSO, Bob looked at you as if you hung the moon, completely in awe. You thought it was funny he was such a fan of you. Phoenix you found was the e only person with a semi-sane head on her shoulders; you liked her. The rest, Payback, Fanboy were all decent people. When Rooster introduced you to Hangman, a smirk fell on his lips, and he walked up to you, sizing you up.

“So…Magnet right? I hear you’re kind of good.”

“Yeah, Magnet, everyone always said I’m a magnet for trouble, although based on my stats you probably knew that already. And I’m not kind of good…I’m all kinds of good” you retorted with a smirk of your own, leaning against the pool table.

Hangman looked you up and down, and his smirk grew into a smile as he turned to Rooster.

“I like this one.”

Rooster smiled and shook his head dismissively, the tips of his ears burning red. He liked you too. You’re easy on the eyes, and you like music. He didn’t miss you playing the piano when you walked in. You seemed like you’d been here before; people loved you.

“Hey you guys are matching!” Phoenix called out pointing to his shirt and your makeshift belt. The two items of clothing adorned with hawaiian print. The both of you looked at one another and gave a small nod as of saying ‘huh I guess we are’. As he actually focused on you, he found himself thinking he’d take you on a date if given the chance. I men’s, you’d just stood up to Hangman, you were good looking, played the piano, like-able, and you had similar taste has him. He could hear his mom in his head already: Bradley if you don’t go on a date with this person! I don’t see how you could do much better than that, they’re perfect and you know it. You’re like your father in that way- impeccable taste. He laughed as he thought about his mom, when he looked back your eyes were fixed on his, and he felt his face burn red. You apparently found it amusing, a smile and a laugh slipping past your lips.

You continued small talk with the squadron, besting Hangman and Bob in multiple games of pool with Phoenix as your partner. Bradley had wandered away to the piano, and began to play ‘Great Balls of Fire’. He seemed to be in his element, fingers moving languidly against the keys, singing his heart out along with everyone else in the bar.

You joined in the song with a smile, cheering along with everyone when it was over. She. everyone dispersed and the jukebox was plugged back in, you walked up to Rooster and he looked up at you with a smile.

“How long have you been playing?”

“My whole life feels like, my dad and his best friend were in the navy too. Came here all the time, and loved that song. At least they did before my parents died. Haven’t seen Maverick- er, Pete since.” He spoke running the back of his neck awkwardly.

You nodded in understanding, letting your hand run across the top of the worn piano. As Rooster watched you, he decided he should listen to his mom’s advice.

“Hey, listen, would you maybe let me take you on a date? Get food, catch a movie, walk on the beach? Whatever you want!”

You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

“Really? I’m surprised you didn’t come up with some sort of weird pickup line like most guys here do, but sure I’d love to.” You spoke through laughs, and brought a relieved smile to Rooster’s face. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

“Oh, alright how about this for a pickup line?”

“Hit me with your best shot Bradshaw.” You leaned across the top of the piano.

He played some chords as he spoke.

“I think you should let me take you on a date so we can spend time together, walk along the beach, fall in love slowly and then all at once…why? Because my life without you would B-Flat!”

He landed on the note B-Flat on the piano as he finished talking. You both fell into fits of laughter, and talked for hours into the night. You left the Hard Deck hoping you’d see him again soon, although you could reach out to him whenever, you’d exchanged numbers after all. As you were driving back home, a surge of excitement hit you when you realized the group you’d made friends with were all aviators, and you could tell by the various accents, flight suit patches, and stories that they weren’t all from here. They were all coming back for the same classified mission you were. You definitely see him on base tomorrow and you couldn’t complain one bit.

~ The End

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[toyybox]

Spiderwebs #6: Tape II (Ladybug)

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content: lab whump, captivity, defiant whumpee, immortal whumpee, starvation, blood/gore

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Heather wrote the basics down on a scrap sheet of paper, if only to organize her thoughts. Fire. Drowning. Acid. Bullets, again. Everything she could think of, anything that might kill him. Stabbing. Starvation? Dehydration. Poison. Holy water. She wasn’t a religious person anymore, but it couldn’t hurt to check. Asphyxiation. Though that was similar to drowning. Hypothermia. Perhaps removing a different vital organ would do it. Perhaps removing the brain? 

She clicked the pen closed, set it down. It was incredible. She was on the precipice of a discovery. She held the world’s greatest mystery in the palm of her hand. She had trapped lighting in a jar, an angel in a tin can. It was a brilliant stroke of luck, bringing him home. What had first seemed like a terrible mistake was proving to be very useful, indeed.

She had everything she needed in a large black-leather briefcase: her pistol, Jackie’s lighter, a small container of gasoline, a fire extinguisher, a bottle of bleach, a cloth bag she had acquired from a priest—he was surprisingly easy to bribe—and, finally, the largest kitchen knife she owned. It was a start. Heather wanted to test the limits, find out what she was working with here. Nothing too drastic. Not yet, at least. 

The briefcase was heavy, so she dropped it by the basement door before turning the lock. The lights were still out, as she’d left them. It was a petty move, in hindsight, but she hoped it had calmed him down somewhat. He appeared to be asleep in the chair. She switched the lights on.

He jerked to life like a marionette with all its strings gone taut. There was a crash as something tumbled out of his hands. What was he holding? She blinked a few times as he scrambled to pick it up, then pointed it at her like a lance. 

“Let me out,” he hissed, “or die.”

“How dramatic.” She leaned farther into the doorway. “Is that my table? Did you break my table?”

“I’ll do more than just break your table.” He pushed his shoulders back in a pathetic imitation of a fighting stance. “Let me go.”

Yes, that was her table, now broken and toppled over beside him. She did hear a crash earlier. The handcuffs still swung off his wrist and glinted in the light, a strange silver bracelet. Nothing else was broken, thank goodness. If he’d taken to cracking the freezer open, she’d have to spend a pretty penny replacing it.

“No,” Heather said. “I thought we went over this already. Put that thing down. You look ridiculous.”

Jackie didn’t reply. He kept his glare steady, a spotlight focused entirely on her. It was almost flattering, how ready he was to tear her to shreds. It was a compliment, somehow. She had power here. She was a threat.

“That was a good table. Shame.” She clicked her tongue. “I’m not getting you a new one, by the way. Not unless you start behaving. So—”

Without so much as a sound, he charged at her. 

With a violent jerk, she leaned out of the doorway and slammed the door shut. He didn’t stop, no—he ran forward, up the stairs, grabbed the other end and nearly forced it open. She fumbled with the lock and managed to close it before he broke through. 

He kept slamming on the door. A series of short and heavy bangs, coming in quick succession. The frame shuddered with each slam, or Heather’s shock was making her vision blur. Her hands were actually shaking. Her hands never shook. Shaking was for leaves and little girls. She thought, for a lurching moment, that the hinges would snap clean off.

The banging did stop, however, after a minute. She could hear him catching his breath behind the door. “Come on, lady. I wasn’t joking. I’ll kill you. Let me go home.”

She took a deep breath.  “No.”

“You’re an idiot, oh my God.” 

That small sign of exasperation cut all the tension in her body loose. He was still trapped, table leg or no table leg. Who was he kidding? She could do whatever she wanted here. It was a matter of time. She’d convince him to put his weapons down, one way or another. Hell, she’d get him on his knees. For science, of course. Always for science. 

“Look,” Jackie continued on the other side of the door. “You won’t come in here. You can’t. You’re not going to be able to play that little recorder thing and ask me about my maiden name, or whatever it is you want. So.”

“So?” Heather prompted.

“Let me out!” Another bang struck the door. “What other proof do you need?”

“Proof? What are you proving here? I’m not opening that door until you calm down.” She paused, thinking of the best way to twist the words deep under his skin. Searching for the weakness where he’d crack. “You’re helpless, face it.”

“You looked pretty scared,” he growled. “Do you really think this door will last long? Really?”

“Jackie.” She said it softly. “You’re awfully confident for someone locked in my basement. You must be hungry, right? But I don’t think you deserve to eat, not with the way you’ve been acting. I’ll wait until you’re ready to apologize.”

“You’ve been starving me!” Oh. Right. “You haven’t given me anything for a week!”

It was embarrassing, to be honest. There went her impressive speech. Heather had actually forgotten about feeding him. She had meant to give him a granola bar or something, but she had just been so busy, and Heather had been having a lot of fun acquiring all her tools and thinking of new tests. She couldn’t let that show, of course. Mistakes like that were unprofessional to say the least. 

“Well, do you want to eat or not?” Heather snapped.

“No, thanks. You’ll drug it anyway.” 

“So what if I drug it? Food is food.”

She heard him shift slightly. “I don’t need anything from you.”

Heather pressed the bridge of her nose. She took a moment to wind herself down, breathe that unrelenting irritation out. She left her briefcase by the door as she stepped away. “I’ll be back in an hour. Think it over.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

During that hour, Heather acquired the food. Pomegranates. Two pomegranates, cut into quarters. Rich, scarlet skin, bright red seeds inside, with chunks of rough white surrounding it all. Something that Jackie couldn’t possibly think was drugged. He would have no reason not to eat.

"Hello. Are you still in there?"

 “Go die in a hole.” His voice was loud and clear, though flat. She imagined him sitting sprawled across the stairs, table leg carelessly grasped in his hand.

The door was still closed. It was like sitting in a confessional, doing the whole back-and-forth without ever meeting face to face. Though Heather’s childhood memories of church had never been quite so infuriating.

“Aren’t you hungry?” 

“No.” There was a sour edge to his voice.

“I brought food. Put your weapon down. I only want to talk.”

He let out a drawn-out, exaggerated sigh. “Did I ask?”

Heather had never wanted to strangle someone more. “You’ll faint, eventually. Or you’ll fall asleep. I’ll get you, sooner or later. The only difference is whether or not I’ll stick your head in a blender afterwards.”

There was a softer, smaller exhale. The noise of rustling clothes filled the silence like static. “What kind of food?”

“Pomegranates.”

“That’s it?”

That little shit. “Do you want your arm in the blender next?”

“That's not a very nice thing to say.”

Heather paused for a few seconds. “What if I throw in a granola bar?”

“Fine. Deal. Oh my God.” She heard him stand up. “I’ll put the table leg—“

“Leave it on the stairs,” she cut him off. “Go stand in the farthest corner you can find. Don’t move an inch, or you can forget about dinner.”

“Dinner?” he echoed. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to do as you’re told, hm? Chop, chop. Clock’s ticking.”

She heard a dull, wooden thump. There were footsteps, receding as he walked across the room. He cleared his throat, a pointed ahem, though the sound was muffled by their distance. After that, it was silent.

She opened the door, just enough to see through. Yes, he’d done as she’d asked. The table leg lay abandoned at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up, she witnessed his impatient expression across the room. He leaned against the wall with a sullen slump in his shoulders. There were bags under his eyes, an almost gray tint to his skin. Then again, the lighting wasn’t the best down there. He was probably fine. Heather would give him the pomegranate and move on with everything.

He crossed his arms. “Where's the food?”

“It couldn't hurt to have some manners.”

He said nothing, just waited.

“Here,” she said, trying to tone back the harshness in her tone. She walked up to him and handed him the plate.

He stared at it blankly. “Where’s the granola bar?”

“I’ll give it to you later.” She nudged the plate a little closer. “I promise. Now, eat. You’re going to faint if you don’t.” 

His stare shifted to her. “I said I wasn’t hungry.”

“Eat. That wasn’t a request."

To her relief, he took the plate—and then to her dismay, the food was scattered across the floor a moment later. Spilled across the concrete. There were seeds everywhere, like blisters. Deep red and dark scarlet and white in between. Jackie had thrown it there. His expression wasn’t aggressive, only mildly curious. Bored, perhaps. Tired, definitely. He let the plate topple to the ground. It rolled off, settling into stillness with a quiet shudder.

“I see.” Heather brushed her hair out of the way. “Why did you do that?”

He shrugged.

“You’re going to regret it.”

“I’m sure.”

She thought she could see the hint of a smile playing across his lips. Then again, the lighting wasn’t great. Either way, if there was any sympathy or generosity before, it had shriveled up now. A burning hunger had replaced it, winding in her chest until it was taut as a piano wire about to snap. He was clearly trying to make her angry. What other point was there? He was just digging his own grave.

It didn't matter. She had work to do here. She couldn't waste any more time.

She left the room, then retrieved the briefcase and the tape recorder. She entered the basement again. She turned the recorder on. “Tape two. Experiment one.”

“Really.” It was a dry response, not even sarcastic, more… resigned. Or, again, just bored.

“Really.” She bent down and pushed the briefcase latches open. She picked up the pistol before standing up again. “This is merely to confirm a fact. Hold still.”

The bullet went through his heart, or close to it. He flinched, hitting his head on the wall, but that was about all the damage done. He hadn’t even gone unconscious.

Jackie rubbed his head after a split second’s pause. He turned around and plucked the bullet out of the wall, where it had been embedded inside chipped paint. “Do you want this back?”

“Keep it.” She scowled at the pistol and shoved it back in the briefcase. There was no point in firing another shot, when she had already wasted seven rounds on him. “Subject can survive normally lethal injuries, such as bullet wounds. I'll start the second test now.”

“The second test?” He let out a short, scoffing laugh. “Are you going to ask me about my favorite color?”

“Sure.” She slid the kitchen knife out. “What is it, by the way? Blue? It’s almost always blue.”

“No.” He hesitated, as he regarded the knife with confused hostility. “What's that for?”

“Relax.” She stepped forward. “I’m sure this won’t hurt.”

He stepped farther back. His eyes were fixed on the blade, like a viper in a trance, making no move to run but with a tenseness in his posture. “How do you know?”

She came close enough to touch him with the tip of the blade. He could back up no farther, pressed up against the wall. She leaned in and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I don't. Feel free to correct me.”

In one swift motion, Heather brought the knife down into his throat. She jerked it out, and blood followed in its wake. 

She brought it down again, looking to sever an artery. This time, when she slid it out of his cartilage and bone, there was a brief sputtering noise. He attempted to speak. Blood bubbled at the silent, hissing sound. His attempts at breathing came out as dull gasps. He brought a hand to his throat. It lifted and came away covered in deep red. 

He grasped at the wound again, with another strangled attempt at speech. He sunk down the wall. Blood poured out, down his neck, to the curve of his collarbone, to the edge of his shirt. It would stain. Heather would need to clean that later. 

She knelt down. Her hand took his, gently, and pried his fingers away from the raw flesh. She stabbed it again, deeper, a thorough dragging motion through the cords and twine of muscle and skin. His eyes did not flutter close, or look away in a final gesture of peace. On the contrary, they were wide open. Unblinking, unmoving. Even when his body went still with a final, choking sigh. 

It was distracting. She placed her hand over his face and closed them. The blood continued to sputter out.

A glance at her watch proved that the whole affair had taken two minutes. A glance at Jackie proved that he was not moving. Dead, if you will. The silence was uncanny, almost loud in the absence of the bubbling and faint gasping breaths, but with his eyes closed he looked peaceful. 

Heather half-wished he would stay dead this time. It would be a scientific disappointment, but his expression was beautiful. Devoid of anything close to rage, or fear, or grief. Beautiful, in a grotesque and terribly morbid way. How sweet. All her anger dissolved at that sight. She was aware that calling a corpse pretty was not socially acceptable. Well aware. But she would have loved to keep him that way. Preserve him like that. Lay him to rest.

Heather walked away. She returned with a few clean rags. As she waited for the wound to congeal, she sat on the chair a couple paces away and wiped the blood off the knife. Over and over, running the rag across the edge. Five minutes would do it. Then, if he never opened his eyes, she’d throw him into a ditch on the side of the road. She would clean her hands and be done with this whole affair.

When she was younger, she would trap insects in bottles and old boxes, watch them run and panic and eventually die. There was no reason to it, not even a sadistic one. Only curiosity and a lack of hindsight. Once, she’d kept a couple of ladybugs in a glass jar, filled it with sticks and leaves.

They had changed after a week, warped, gone through a strange metamorphosis. She remembered seeing these yellow fuzzy things, larger than any ladybug was meant to be, crawling among the stems. Was it all in her wild imagination? Was it a simple mistake, taking some other insect to be a lucky beetle, when they were really some sort of larva or wasp? In any case, it had scared her so badly that she’d thrown them out the second-storey window. Underneath the guilt was a pure, innocent relief.

But she was not a child anymore, and she could handle whatever happened next. If he didn't die, then that was fine. She would be fine. It was just a matter of seeing things through. She wouldn't give this up so quickly.

Speak of the devil. He opened his eyes. A gasp burst through the quiet. It evened out into heaving breaths, then slowly into a soft and regular rhythm.

“Did it hurt?” She didn’t take her eyes off the knife, though it was clean of blood by now.

“Yeah.” His voice was painfully hoarse. “Bit late to ask that.”

Heather glanced up. Jackie had put a still-bloody hand on his throat, once again. The wound had darkened to a deep maroon, almost black in some places. He let out a shuddering exhale.

“Are you sorry now?”

Death had not dampened his spirit. “For what? Go to hell.”

She shrugged and placed the knife back into the briefcase. “On to the next test, then?”

“No?”

“That was rhetorical. Oh, right.” The tape recorder was still running. “Subject can survive almost any injury. I doubt a different weapon changes things, other than recovery time. Now, come here.”

“Why?”

“Stay on the floor, then.” She lifted the gasoline up in one hand, a clean rag in the other. She walked over and dropped the rag on his face. “Clean that up. There's blood all over your hands.”

Jackie staggered to his feet. The rag fell to the floor. “What’s in the bottle?”

“You ask a lot of questions. Don’t move.” She poured it over his head until he was drenched in the substance. A heavy yet familiar scent filled the room, something like a mechanic’s shop or a started car.

He smacked the bottle away with a sputter. “Hey!” Gasoline dripped from his sleeves onto the floor. She had emptied the entire gallon on him.

“How cute. This used to be yours, do you remember?” She brought the lighter out of her pocket. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Good quality.”

“It was a dollar.” His eyes widened. “Wait, wait. No. You’re not putting that thing near me. Absolutely not.”

“Yes, we’ll just light a blunt, then?” She flicked the lid open. “I’m all out of blunts, unfortunately. Come on. It’ll be interesting.”

“You already know what’s going to happen. What’s the point?”

With a snap of her thumb, the lighter sparked to life. “We don’t know for sure. That’s what science is all about. Testing beyond doubt.”

His eyes darted across the room, then glanced back at a cardboard box. There was a broom sticking out of the top. He lunged for the handle, then spun back to face Heather. He waved the bristles at her face in what was probably meant to be a threatening gesture. 

Heather looked at him.

Jackie looked at her.

Heather lifted the lighter. It wasn’t much, a sliver of flame barely holding on in the oppressive underground atmosphere.

Jackie shifted on his feet. He raised the broom, only slightly.

Heather tipped the lighter over until it reached a bristle. Within seconds, the smoldering and smoking became a blaze, at first only in small sparks, then into rising tongues of it. The dry and brittle handle caught fire before Jackie had time to let go. With a hiss, he dropped the broom, still clutching his palms where the skin had scorched.

It was too late for him, though. The gasoline on his sleeves and skin burst into flames. The fire consumed him like he was nothing more than a scrap of paper. His entire body lit up the room. Like a candle. Like a very disgusting candle. 

As he screamed, Heather stepped over to the fire extinguisher. She propped it up in her arms, ready to go, but didn’t douse him yet. She wanted to see where this went. 

The screams faded to a harsh coughing, then into the hissing and cracking sounds of burning flesh and cloth and leather. It was glorious. The smell was ingrained into every corner, every inch of concrete and chipping paint. The stench of smoke and cooking meat. He collapsed onto the floor, still writhing like a fish pierced on a hook. The places where his skin was still visible were red and raw, although charred blackness spread around the edges. He appeared to almost melt into the ground. When Jackie finally did go still, the flickering of the fire did not cease. Violent shades of red-orange-yellow, a stoplight at full warning, a toxic frog or a traffic cone. On and on and on.

At last, Heather let the extinguisher spray out the flames, as she coughed through the smoke. There were a few burns on the walls, but nothing noticeable on the concrete. Jackie was dead. Not even he could go through that unscathed. 

Something was off, though. Something was still… moving? Was he going through his death throes? Was this a symptom of rigor mortis, an unconscious spasm of muscles?

Jackie—what was left of him, at least—was no more than a charred shape slumped across the floor. That was not what made Heather’s stomach turn. Not the smell either, terrible though it was. Not the memory of his agonized dying screams. No, that was all fine. That irrevocable sensation of horror and disgust dawned on her because Jackie was still breathing.

Oh. It was painful to watch. His chest—or what used to be his chest—still convulsed as the diaphragm rose and fell. Convulsed was the right word. Those were jerky movements, almost inhuman. Alien, unnatural. Corpses weren’t meant to move. It wasn’t right. She couldn’t even recognize his face, and yet...

And yet. How bizarre. Even something like that couldn’t kill him. 

Heather blinked, her heart still stuttering. She turned to the tape recorder with the surprise splattered all over her face. “Subject is still alive. Not awake. I hope. Oh, that would hurt.” She hissed through her teeth. “I suppose I’ll give him a minute—oh sweet baby Jesus—” 

His arm—or the deformed and charred remains of his arm—moved. Then his leg, then his head, lifting slowly. Distorted hollows in the place of eyes stared, like blank slates of charcoal. For a ridiculous moment, Heather thought he might speak. That would be impossible. The lower half of his jaw had been left behind on the ground.

Heather stared at Jackie, her eyes wide and unblinking, lips parted in a half-hearted attempt to talk, too afraid to move but too curious to look away. A morbid fascination had gripped her thoughts. Any reasonable scientist would walk up to inspect him, to perhaps put him out of his misery, but this all seemed unreal to Heather. She couldn’t even speak, let alone walk.

With a dull thud, he collapsed back onto the ground. Chips and flakes of blackened skin littered the floor. Was he—was he shedding? Like a snake? Like a fucking snake? What was he? Nothing human, she thought. Nothing reasonable. Nothing within biological limits. And yet...

And yet. And yet! He was alive. That was the fact of the matter. The skeptic in her needed to suck it up or roll over and die. As Jackie continued to shed, for the lack of a better term, his flesh appeared to reshape itself. It was not entirely unlike fast-motion footage of a blooming flower. Rose petals being pushed apart, buds bursting open. Skin bubbled and expanded, smoothing over all that red rawness. The sound of shifting bone and muscle ripped through the silence. 

Heather managed to look away and grasp the recorder with a trembling hand. “Subject is, ah, healing? I’ll come back with a change of clothes, I think. Maybe a crucifix.” She cleared her throat. “Yes. I’ll return in an hour. That will be fine.”

#whump writing #lab whump #my writing #defiant whumpee #whump #immortal whumpee #Spiderwebs Toyybox

[xihe1874]

The first chapter of my IceMav "You've Got Mail" AU promised to you!

Tell me what you think! Like it? No? I want to hear everything!

Since I will be back to work tomorrow, I expect my updates to slow down a bit. But I will post as soon as I can.

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick, Carole/Goose

Rating: T

Word Count: 1680

Completed: No

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Competition, Texting, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - You've Got Mail Fusion, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Interior Designer Maverick, Interior Designer Iceman, Chatting & Messaging, Anonymity, Idiots in Love

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“Wallpaper?”

“Ready, Mav. Exactly the kind of pinkish blue-green you asked for, though I believe Ellen from the purchasing department is going to kill us.”

“She won’t, we are her bosses. Curtains?” 

Pete Mitchell, endearingly called by his close friends (or friend, honestly, who is walking beside him right now) as “Maverick”, takes the cup of iced black coffee from Nick Bradshow, or “Goose”, co-founder of M+G Design Ltd. 

“Done. But do you really think brocade will go with the style? Most people will choose linen if you ask me.”

Pete walks into the elevator and holds the door for Nick. “Well, what can I say?” He pulls down the aviator and winks at the moustached blonde, who rolls his eyes. “I am not most people. Most people can't start the number one interior design company in the state from scratch, either.”

“I admire your confidence, Mav, I always do, but…” The lift dings, and they strides towards their office, greeting employees on the way. “But someone may have something to say about the number one thing. Some Kazansky guy, to be specific.”

Pete dumps the tons of folders he is holding on his desk, randomly opens one and takes some glances, before drops it on top of the pile to his left. “I don’t know how many times I have told you, Goose, but trust me, that pompous dumbass can’t even hold a candle to us.”

“I don’t know, Mav…” Nick sits down and strokes his chin. His serious and deep-in-thought face triggers a string of uncontrollable giggles from Mav, and the brunette receives a smack with a scroll on the head. “That guy is good. Perfect grades, top-notch university, turned down several excellent PhD offers, ace at the Minimalist and Scandinavian… and so many famous projects. Remember the Jester’s house? Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves at Pete, “I know you can do that too.”

“All right, I admit he is not bad, OK? He knows his stuff, unlike all the others. BUT.” Pete slaps the table to emphasise the word. “He lacks creativity. It’s 2022 now, who still needs a one hundred percent by-the-book boring dork to design their homes?”

“Hmm, Beau Simpson? You know, that famous movie star who speaks of Kazansky like he has a huge crush on his interior designer.” Nick glances at his phone and puts it away. “We have a meeting at ten with the suppliers. ”

“Meeting with the suppliers.” Pete repeats. “Always the worst. And, Simpson probably does. That guy is not horrible to look at. What?” He flips Nick off at his suggestive smirk. “Just being objective. Relax, Goose, Kazansky Concept is no match for our ‘innovative boldness and pioneering unorthodoxy’, as I quote Penny from Design Review.”

“Annnd we both know why she said that.” Goose shrugs. “Mav, I just… The Viper project is no joke, OK? He is the most respected art critic in this country, and getting this assignment is gonna mean a hell lot for our company. For us. I just don't want to let Carole and Bradley down.”

Pete softens. He rises and goes to his best friend, offering him a half-hug. “We won't. I promise.”

They have been working almost two months on the proposal for Mike Metcalf's new villa, or as they refer to it, the Viper project. That old man is notorious for being extremely picky at the layout of his houses, and, unfortunately, he has profound influence in the industry. So all staff at M+G have been keeping their noses to the grindstone as the deadline of submitting the final pitch approaches. 

Rumors have that Kazansky Concept also eyes the project hungrily. Tom Kazansky, founder and CEO of that company, recently expressed his absolute self-assurance about getting the contract. “We have every confidence that Mr. Metcalf will choose Kazansky Concept for our scrupulous attention to detail and cautious professionalism.” The blonde flashed his perfect teeth at the camera (Did he bleach and spike his hair? Looks ridiculous.) “We are not some amateurs who casually and carelessly experiment with clients’ precious properties.”

Pete snorts at that smug face in the Youtube video, titled “Interior Designer WAR? Kazansky implicitly called Mitchell ‘an amateur’! ”. 

—-You know what’s worse than meetings with suppliers? This Kazansky idiot. 

Another day busy as a bee, and when they walk out of the building, night has drawn in. 

Pete waves goodbye to Nick who lives with his wife and child, and walks home by himself. He lives in a luxury flat two blocks away from the company, alone. Now, being single is not uncommon at the age of 32, plus he is happily married to the job. He has flings, sure, but he never finds someone who is worth settling down for. Maybe he just has to keep looking.

When he is about to turn the corner, Pete catches a glimpse of some posters on the wall. In the dim light, he can barely make out the words on it. 

“Anonymous chat… safe and private… find your soulmate… make relationships pure and simple again… one heart to another…”

Pete blinks and shakes his head dismissively. 

He takes two steps, and then stops. 

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Twenty minutes later, Pete is back at his dining room, eating Chinese takeaway. He takes out his phone and stares at the snap. Driven by some unknown forces, he inputs the website in the browser and hits enter. 

A mail emoji appears on the screen, followed by a short list of log-in questions.

“The website can use some designing…” Pete murmurs and looks at the quiz. “Choose your call sign? What is it, secret pilot program?” He hesitates for one second, before entering “Maverick”. There is no chance that Goose, a contentedly married man, will use this website, so he is safe.

He answers the remaining questions (“Gender… Male… Aged over 18? Of course…”) then sees a progress bar. When that ends, a message pops up reading “Congrats! You have found your soulmate!”

Pete rolls his eyes. 

He is matched by the website with some anonym called… Iceman? 

Pete tentatively types.

[Maverick: Hello?]

The response comes immediately.

[Iceman: Hi.]

[Maverick: I thought it would take longer for a… thing named Iceman to reply.]

[Iceman: A thing?]

[Maverick: I am still not sure whether or not you are a robot.]

[Iceman: I am the same species as you.]

[Maverick: What if I am a robot?]

The response slows down a bit. Pete can’t tell if the thing is amused or worried.

[Iceman: Sounds suitable for a thing named Maverick.]

Pete smiles.

[Maverick: Why are you calling yourself Iceman? You like being cold?]

[Iceman: I actually hate coldness. But that’s what my friends call me.]

[Maverick: You must be very calm then.]

[Iceman: You can say that.]

[Maverick: Calm people are the worst.]

[Iceman: Why?]

A certain blonde comes to Pete’s mind. He throws away the empty beer can and types.

[Maverick: They are often fakers. Upright on the surface but full of evil shit on the inside. 

I bet you are one of those people.]

[Iceman: Such a charmer.]

Pete huffs a laugh. Is this Iceman thing flirting with him?

[Maverick: I am competing with one of such bastards irl rn. 

It's the worst situation, if you believe me.]

[Iceman: Actually, I do, although mine is exactly the opposite as I am fighting the most reckless and impulsive dummy on this planet.

Blowing their own trumpet all the time.]

[Maverick: Is that why you are using this website? To let the stream out a bit?]

[Iceman: Yeah. That guy is brainless, but they are good at their job, if I am being completely honest. 

I have to work extremely hard.]

[Maverick: What a coincidence, huh? We are both stuck with some idiots.]

Pete washes and dries his face, casting sidelong glances at his phone the whole time. When no reply is coming, he grabs the device.

[Maverick: I am so fucking tired because of the current task.]

[Iceman: Me too. Everyone has such high expectations, so I have to put in extra effort and pretend to be relaxed.

Sometimes being too outstanding is hard.]

Pete sinks himself into the king-size bed. 

[Maverick: I am stunned by your humbleness.]

[Iceman: I only speak the truth.]

[Maverick: So, tell me, Iceman, what do you do irl?]

[Iceman: I create dreams.]

[Maverick: Now we are entering mythology. Should you change your call sign to Jesus?]

[Iceman: What about you? Your job?]

[Maverick: I create better dreams.]

There is no response for a long time. Pete turns and tosses and decides he is not going to fall asleep in a while.

[Maverick: Where are you?]

[Iceman: Missing me already, Maverick?]

Pete doesn’t want to acknowledge the funny somersaults his heart is doing. Really, this is so stupid, he is not feeling things just because some anonymous person he just met online is teasing him. He is not a teenager, come on.

[Maverick: In the dreams you create, maybe, Iceman.]

[Iceman: I was just getting ready for bed.]

Huh. So they seem to be in similar time zones. 

[Maverick: Is it OK if I ask where you come from? 

Doesn’t matter, I ask that already.]

[Iceman: My origins are kinda complicated, But now I work in California.]

[Maverick: OMG. ME TOO.]

[Iceman: What a coincidence.]

[Maverick: Do you think we will ever meet irl?]

Long silence.

[Iceman: I hope not.]

[Maverick: ... Why?]

[Iceman: My elegance will take your breath away.]

Pete giggles.

[Maverick: Should I learn to get used to your humbleness?]

[Iceman: You probably should.

Good night, Maverick. Good luck fighting your calm fool.]

[Maverick: And good luck defeating your careless idiot, Iceman.]

Pete bites his lower lip and sends the last message.

[Maverick: Will I see you again?

I mean online, of course.]

[Iceman: You can count on it. Night.]

Before he puts the phone away on the bedside table, he receives an email from Mike's secretary, inviting him to a party for shortlisted designers. Pete scrolls down and groans when he sees the guest list.

Kazansky is invited too. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. 

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #nick goose bradshaw #then I open my eyes and see you

[missfinefeather]

I mean, Penny’s last words before Jaune stabbed her was literally addressing her agency. Her final speech with Winter showed her being happy with her decision. I dunno how else you could interpret narrative framing like that. 

If her choice was a hollow one, she doesn’t seem to show any regret for it.

Well no, how other characters react to the tragedy has absolutely nothing to do with a character’s arc. It relates to the characters doing the reacting’s arc.

Ruby mourning Penny is already being framed as part of her specific journey this season.

I mean, when Adam got stabbed to death, you wouldn’t exactly take Blake hooking up with Yang after the fact as part of his arc specifically. His arc ended when he got stabbed to death. His tale was of a well meaning activist that got drunk with power to the point that he perverted the very cause he fought for, and even as everything he built lay in ruins, he was so blind that he couldn’t see passed his immediate wants an desires. He was a man that needed to die, or at least he was framed as someone that needed to die. I mean, he could have seen the error of his ways someday if he had been allowed to keep going but, come on, seeing that man get shanked was the most satisfying thing ever, and the show framed that as the right thing to do as we never seen a hint of regret from those two since.

Pyrrha’s arc was of a powerful hero, one almost unbeatable, that tragically met her end on the battlefield. And he death was a big mark on Cinder’s character arc because that made her Ruby’s biggest enemy, even bigger than Salem in a lot of ways. How Ruby, Cinder, or even Jaune reacts to her death has nothing to do with her arc.

Penny’s arc was always about how people try to pull her strings. Even way back in Volumes 2 and 3, she was trying to break free of Ironwood and Pietro’s control. She was even plotting to defy all of them and attend Beacon instead, however her arc was literally cut short by her untimely death, caused by a person who wanted to use her death as a means of causing unrest. It has a very “too pure for this dark world” vibe to the whole thing at the time.

And when she came back, it just continued to be about her agency. Atlas kept controlling her, her family kept controlling her, her friends kept controlling her, her enemies literally hacked her brain. And by her literally bringing up her agency in her literal last words without a sword in her chest, it’s implying that in her final moments, she’s taking her fate into her own hands. And the way she was happy when talking Winter in the dream state thing, implies that she was happy with her decision and it was the right thing to do even if it would cause pain to everyone else.

I’m not happy about it. I kind of hate that it was set up this way. It almost feels like the writers wrote themselves in a corner by making Penny the maiden, putting themselves in a position where they had to kill her off because that’s the only established way to pass the powers along without giving the power to Cinder, and they had to justify it with her character arc somehow so they threw in a line about her agency. I mean, why else would the writers have her say that if it wasn’t to invoke her character arc? It’s kind of an unnatural thing to say, don’t you think? Like, don’t give me this goddamn shit about the writer’s not wanting to frame it that way. They made an active choice there, it’s not like Penny made the choice on her own.

Sorry, I wound up rambling. I’m trying to be diplomatic here. I just, got a little angry when someone tried to bring a thermian argument to this whole mess. People do that so much, I don’t know why people think arguing character intent changes the fact that the author made an active choice. 

Ugh, I need to stop typing.

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[kokomochi]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

"𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚."

SOULMATE AU! BONTEN TIMELINE! they say that soulmates were typically connected through the red string of fate- some believe that they are connected through tattoos appearing on their skin, or even a timer on their wrist. in this story, however, is through glowing hair. bonten's executive, haruchiyo sanzu, never thought that he would be soulmates with the youngest sibling of the notorious haitani brothers.

09. uh oh

you might think that being related and recently engaged to the top men of a very dangerous criminal organization guarantees you protection- not.

in the case of haitani y/n, she's been kidnapped after getting out of her usual cafe. it seems that whoever kidnapped her had kept a keen eye on her since that was the only day where she was allowed to go out with no protection whatsoever.

now she's sitting in god knows where since her captors were smart enough to tie a blindfold on her. all she can get from her surroundings was the distant sound of cars- which makes her believe that they weren't far off to the main road.

she heard her captors return, making her play as if she was still unconscious.

"we can get some pretty good money off of her." a deep voice laughed, followed by another voice who had the same level of voice as the other one.

"those bonten fuckers think that they're slick and all- killin' off our leader just 'cause we owe them a few pennies."

y/n inwardly cringed as she overhears their conversation. it seems that they had enough smarts for kidnapping but not enough to form common sense.

"i hate that pink-haired bitch the most. he's like a goddamn psychopath with that eyes and scar of his." the first voice said, making y/n stir up as to pretend that she had just woken up.

her blindfold was suddenly removed, causing her to close her eyes at the sudden brightness as she adjusted her vision.

"well look who's awake!" in front of her stood a man who looked like he was in his late 40's- or probably older since he looked nowhere close like ran, who was thirty.

"didja enjoy your sleep, lil missy?" the other one behind him asked, who looked the same age as he is. the only difference was that the one in front of her had dirty blond hair while the one behind him had orange.

y/n hummed as she innocently looked around the place that she was at. she's right, this warehouse was close to the main road since this was the same place where she and sanzu killed that man on their first date.

"i would've enjoyed it better if there were some pillows thou-" the orange-haired man slapped her- hard.

she didn't say anything nor reacted to the slap, her head was just turned to the side as her messy hair sprawled over her, covering her face up.

"i was being sarcastic you bitch." the make retracted as he went back behind the blond, who had a gun in his hand as he placed the barrel on her temple.

"your fiance and husband had caused trouble for us- congratulations in advance though, since you won't make it out of here alive." he sneered, y/n side eyeing him with a bright expression, surprising her captors.

y/n tilted her head so that the gun was aimed at the center of her forehead, eyes twinkling in delight. she pressed her head further at the barrel, causing the blond to step back hesitantly.

"i don't know what you want from me- but go ahead and shoot." she teased, smiling up at the two who were sweating at the sight.

"s-shut the fuck up you freak! you're like your crazy fiance!" the orange hair exclaimed, hesitantly stepping away from his partner and y/n.

"don't tell me you're scared? are you?" she had an innocent smile on her face as she batted her eyelashes at the blond who was still aiming the gun at her.

haitani y/n was known for her innocent exterior by all, but a crazy bitch on the inside that only her brothers and his group know about. despite her brothers trying to stir her off the path that they took, she had developed blood lust when she saw her brothers kill before when they were younger.

maybe that's why she and sanzu were soulmates? nevertheless, she takes it as an advantage to catch off any potential danger off guard- and buy her some time to get out of her situation.

"don't tell me you're chickening out? finish the job you dirty little fucks!" the blond pulled the trigger, but was shocked to see when y/n wasn't on her seat anymore, leaving behind remnants of what used to be a rope used to bind her hands together.

he heard a thud coming from behind him, he turned around as saw his comrade dead on the floor with the girl on top of him.

"i don't really like getting my hands dirty but, you guys hella stink." she calmly said, standing up as she wiped the blood on her hands to the clothing of the corpse.

"if you think my brothers don't let me carry around weapons then you're correct- but that doesn't mean they didn't teach me basic defense." y/n lifted a bloody key using her finger, twirling it around as she slowly walked to the male.

the blond didn't know what to do- he expected her brothers and fiance to come and get her but her actually being the threat?

"p-please! i'm sorry!" he cowered as his knees met the ground, bowing at the girl and begging for mercy and forgiveness.

blank (e/c) eyes stared at him, sighing as she crouched down beside the man.

"you want me to forgive you? when i can just kill you here swiftly? would you rather have my brothers and haru torture you to death?" she cooed, tapping on the male's cheek who looked at her with bleary eyes.

"i know how cold-hearted they can get when it comes to people who've hurt me- i'm being kind over here and offering you a quick death." the blond didn't know what to do, of course, who wouldn't when you've got your killer giving you options on how to die.

"i-i..." y/n placed a finger on his lips as she shushed him.

"i know, i know. i'll make it quick." she patted his cheek as she took out her key, slashing his neck swiftly and deeply as she can. she watched the male bleed to death as her (e/c) looked down to see blood splatters on her clothing.

the female groaned as she began to tie her hair behind her as she searched through the corpses for any devices that she can use to contact her brothers or sanzu.

she finally saw an old flip phone from the orange heads pockets as she began to type away ran's number.

"what the fuck do you want?"

"wow ran, is that anyway on how to greet your sister?" she teased, walking around the warehouse as she tried to look for her belongings.

"y/n? where the fuck are you it's already nine in the evening." he asked, rindou in the background can be heard as the middle child tried stealing the phone away.

y/n chuckled as she finally saw her bag, along with three others that she doesn't own off.

"i'm in a warehouse near the main road. some fuckers kidnapped me and tried to shoot me." she stated bluntly, earning a shocked gasp from ran.

"what? how did that happen?! are you okay? do you need us to go and find them-"

"just please pick me up, i already took care of them and i don't think the public would react kindly to a girl with blood on her."

shuffling was heard as well as shouting from both of her brothers, making her worry a bit.

"hey there sweetheart, i overheard from your brother that you got kidnapped?" sanzu asked, making y/n smile at the sound of his voice.

"yeah i did. but they're dead now so there's nothing we can do." she stated, earning a hum from the male.

"sit tight baby girl, i'm coming to pick you up."

TAGLIST (OPEN) : @minnieminnie00-got7 @lonnie19 @royal-shinigami @denkis-slut

#sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader

[thenixkat]

'96 Neve Campbell by Clppng, feat. Cam & China

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Don't know what you thought this was But you gonna have to die about it Fuck up the place with blood Who you calling a bitch? This bitch run shit so you best run This bitch no play, this bitch know guns This bitch no die, you this bitch son This bitch gon' be the last one

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China] This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gon' have to die about it

[Verse 2: Cam & China] Who the fuck want war? Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of shit you can't afford, nigga I'm runnin' laps round these bitches when I'm bored, nigga Silent killers get it poppin', nigga, gang gang Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string Since we talking, better send a straight deposit I ain't claiming shit if I ain't even profit, you feel me? I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say shit Bitches better miss me with that fake shit Forgive me if I'm blind because I only got my mind on the mill I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends Yeah I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do? Knock these bitches off, and that's simply for the principle [Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China] This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch buff Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it

[Verse 3: Cam] Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte Gotta call this shit my beauty shop 'cause bitches press like Jorge Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot I double dutch on hot shit and bleed him out his wallet When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut them off no pockets Can't call me out my name, nigga, it's kill shots and gang gang Don't start shit that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes I call this shit my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye A playa but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime Drop 'em like a bar of soap like fuck 'em nigga west side Can't never get too comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him Fuck you thought this shit was? Second-guess your taste buds I took the spot, it's game over, never mind who next up

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China] This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch boss Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it

[Verse 4: Daveed Diggs] Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite? That phone sex you probably should've stayed with The pillow talking can get you carted away quick You murder artists come harder and shouldn't say shit Unless you ready to back it up why you play with The fairer sex fairly quick, get your brain split Full sets stuck in your chest with grace '96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, shit

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China] This bitch boss Came for the neck, who next? No mercy, you not shit This bitch boss She came in the game, no flex Finna leave the game with yo rep This bitch boss Call her out, her name wrong step Step up, gut you, then dip This bitch buff Come in talking that shit And you gonna have to die about it

#youtube #clipping band #clppng #96 neve campbell #hip hop #horror #rap #cam & china

[shadowbunnydragon]

Red Moon Falls (Episode 2)

Hiya there, folks! I'm happy to have finished this second episode! I had fun writing it, and I hope you all have as much fun reading it!

Red Moon Falls (Episode 2)

by

Elite Shade

[Sinister Intro Music]

ANNOUNCER: "In a world where sinister forces lurk in the shadows, where the truth is obscured by mystery, and where legends and nightmares hide and wait, there is a place where the paranormal and the unexplainable happen with unnerving frequency."

[Flashes of images of a blurry humanoid figure moving between trees in a forest, transitioning to images of lights in the sky above a desert.]

ANNOUNCER: "The town of Red Moon Falls. On the surface, it is a sleepy small desert community. Skulking just beneath this visage of Small Town America are paranormal powers at work. And there is only one person keeping the darkness at bay, a man who delves into the deep of the unknown to do battle."

[Fade to Black, followed by words in large red print reading 'Blood Moon Falls', before fading to black again.]

The camera fades in on Duke standing in a hole, shoveling out some more dirt onto a nearby pile. He is shirtless, revealing a series of scars ranging from bullet wounds to claw marks to stab wounds, to one that is curiously shaped like Abraham Lincoln's profile from the penny. He sticks his shovel back in the dirt and lets go to stop and rest. Wiping some sweat off his brow with one work-glove adorned hand, and using the other to take a long swig from a silver flask with the other, Duke looks up, seemingly surprised.

DUKE: "Oh, hey there, a[BLEEP]holes!" He chuckles. "So we're still doin' this sh[BLEEP]t? Alright, fine. So, uh, for one, I'm out of jail. My grandma paid my bond, which was real nice of her. Though she made me promise to re-shingle her roof in exchange. I don't mind doin' that, but she expects me not to drink or smoke anything beforehand, and that's really the only way I can actually stand to do any kind of work... well, unless I'm good and p[BLEEP]sed off and planning some kind of revenge. Still, it's nice to be out and about again. Though I do have a court date, which sucks, but it is what it is. Worst comes to worst, I'll have some community service to do, and I can always drink and smoke some good sh[BLEEP]t while I do that. And, uh... oh! You're probably wonderin' why I'm here digging this hole!"

At that, Duke takes another swig from his flask.

DUKE: "Okay, so, remember when I said that there was a poltergeist in my house? Well, that f[BLEEP]ker is still there, and it's still trying to kill me. The latest attempt was it trying to trick me using a trail of candy to a large wooden box in my living room, being held up by a stick that had a string wrapped around it that led just around the corner to my hallway."

He snorts before looking down and kicking a clod of dirt.

DUKE: "I may have been a little stoned when I went in my house earlier and, well, I was able to kick my way out of the box... right after that f[BLEEP]kin' poltergeist started grabbing random knives and a couple machetes I thought I lost and driving them into it, trying to stab me."

Duke pulls out a rolled joint from his shirt pocket and lights it, taking a drag.

DUKE: "So yeah, I decided to take care of the poltergeist situation once and for all. As I said before, I had a pretty good idea where the piece of sh[BLEEP]t that is currently haunting my house was buried, and that is right here, in the Hazelwood cemetery. I found all this out after I looked into some info about my house and the previous owner. Aside from them possibly being turned into a wendigo shortly before I bought it at an awesome discount, there's nothing of note there in the house's history. Finally, I was able to get my friend that we in town call Psychic Pete, great guy and a decent medium when he's not trying to upsell ya on his services; to try and get a reading on the entity in my house. Son of a b[BLEEP]tch tried to upsell me on a cleansing, but I wasn't in the mood to fall for it. Anyways, he agreed that the body is up here somewhere."

Duke sticks the blade of the shovel into the dirt again, scooping some more out, the joint between his lips.

DUKE: "As for the significance of knowing the location of this entity's body, well, a lot of folks have a lot of different ideas of how to get the haunting to stop. Some of the more religious types figure blessing or praying over the grave will help dispel it, put it to rest, etc. Some think that random crystals they bought from some soft-speaking jackass of a hippie will do something, but like prayer, that's just a fresh steamy load of horesh[BLEEP]t. I myself like to take more of a scientific approach to the situation."

The shovel hits something solid, causing Duke to chuckle. He scoops out some more dirt, before bending down. There's a few inaudible grunts coming from the hole, before a loud creak and a CRUNCH is heard. Duke stands up with a large chunk of wood that he casually tosses aside.

DUKE: "Basically, first, you confirm that this is the correct body. Now, since I don't know the actual name of the person this 'geist used to be, I kinda had to utilize a little trial and error."

The camera zooms out to reveal thirty to forty graves that have also all been dug up, some with body parts scattered around them. Zooming back in on Duke, he bends down again, this time popping back up, hoisting out an ashen gray mummified corpse wearing a brown suit and tie. He unceremoniously tosses it by the opened grave. Leaning over, he snorts and spits right in the corpse's face, before using the blade of the shovel to jab the side of its head. The camera suddenly vibrates, and Duke yelps as he goes flying up out of the hole, to drop back onto the ground next to the corpse, his joint still in his mouth.

DUKE: "That's a big 'ol yes."

Duke dusts himself off and turns to the camera with a smile.

DUKE: "Step two of my scientific process to get rid of this annoying f[BLEEP]king haunting, is to then power up the trusty wood chipper I'm currently renting from Jai, who owns the local hardware store."

Duke points and the camera quickly pans a little to the right to reveal the bright orange machine. He walks over to it and fires it up.

DUKE: "Step three is to carefully, and respectfully, shove the assh[BLEEP]le's corpse through the wood chipper headfirst, pour salt on the chunks, burn them, salt them again, and then rebury it all. Easy, peasy, and with no added hassle--WOAH!"

With the blades spinning, Duke was suddenly shoved forward by something invisible, now gripping the sides of the mouth of the chipper as the force keeps trying to shove his head in.

DUKE: "WELL, AT LEAST IT'S OUT OF MY HOUSE! KOFFESHA!"

A green energy began to radiate from Duke's body. There is an ear-splitting shriek that causes the camera to vibrate as he flings himself away from the wood chipper. The town fixer scoops up the corpse and, with a heave, rams it in headfirst. There is a harsh grinding sound as the dried corpse is fed into the woodchipper. Out came spraying the dried chunks of what used to be a human being, all the while Duke is pushing the legs in, taking drags from his joint. When at last the feet were sucked in, he stepped away. Stooping down, he picks up a canister of salt and walks over to the pile of chunks.

DUKE: "Ashes to ashes, chunks to chunks, motherf[BLEEP]ker."

He proceeds to pour the salt onto the pile, before turning to have his back to the camera. There is a ZIP, succeeded by a steady trickling sound.

[The picture fades to black, with it fading back in, not with the camera in Duke's truck.]

DUKE: "So yeah, all in all, I'd say that that wasn't too bad. Not nearly as much of a pain in my a[BLEEP] as the time I had to fight that drunk hag down at the marsh. 'Course, now that I can go back inside my house, I gotta start cleaning up whatever mess that f[BLEEP]knugget left me behind."

Duke lights another joint as he drives, taking a few puffs. He is now wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt with a long white hooked claw on a necklace. The camera pans to out the window, showing the rocky and sandy landscape passing by. Above was a bright blue sky, the sun not yet near the center, with a few small scattered clouds lazily drifting by. In addition to various rock formations, there was the occasional cactus and ocatilla, all with blooming flowers visible.

DUKE: "By the way, I did take a look at the name on the headstone after I got done reburying the remains. It said his name was Calvin Hobart. Took me a minute to think back on it, and then I remembered where I knew that name from. Son of a b[BLEEP]tch and I went to high school together. He was this little weird dude who always stank, stared at any girl he thought was pretty, to the point where it started creeping them out, and then would get, like, ridiculously angry every time a girl he asked out shot him down. He'd yell, call them whores, say that he never gets a chance, blah blah blah."

Duke takes another drag from his joint.

DUKE: "If you tried to tell him that no girl wants to go out with a guy who stinks and who stares without saying anything, he'd just blow up at you and claim you were picking on him. Anyways, he hated me. Claimed that I stole some girls right out from under him. All I did was ask Sarah McArthur out, apparently a few minutes after she told him no. That happened a few times, and I had no freakin' idea at the time. Then he tried to fight me in the school parking lot, no idea why. It was... actually pretty sad. My grandma ninety threw harder punches than that guy. I still laid him out flat, I just didn't feel good about it... oh, and, uh, I may have taken, like, fifty bucks from his wallet after the fight was over, but as far as I'm concerned, that was just him paying the Dumba[BLEEP] Tax."

Duke sighs and holds up a gold ring with a large amethyst embedded in it. The camera zooms in on the words Shimmer Hills High School engraved in a circle around the stone. Duke then turns to look just past the camera to the back seat.

DUKE: "Oh, and f[BLEEP]k you, boom mic guy! Me taking this ring is just good 'ol Calvin paying the Dumba[BLEEP] Tax again! I'm not some degenerate graverobber!"

The camera shifts to look at the black duffel bag laying next to Duke. Printed on the side, in white calligraphy, were the words Graverobbing Kit. The camera is forcibly yanked up to look Duke in the face.

DUKE: "I will have you know that that was a gag gift from a friend! It's not like I have an actual kit for diggin' up and robbing graves, or that I'd be dumb enough to keep them in a bag advertising what they were on the side of it!"

Duke reaches down and grabs the bag to move it, only for some of the contents to spill out. This included a foldable shovel, a small pickaxe, a flashlight, and a large ziplock bag filled with jewelry, gold watches and, as the camera zooms in close, some gold teeth. Duke hastily starts stuffing everything back inside while trying to keep his eyes on the road.

DUKE: "That doesn't prove a damn thing!"

[Commercial Break]

[The camera fades in as Duke is pulling into his driveway.]

DUKE: "I still can't believe that f[BLEEP]kstick actually asked me if I used that f[BLEEP]king wood chipper to dispose of a corpse! He had no way of knowing that that was a chunk of human bone that fell out!"

Duke mutters to himself as he gets out of the truck. The camera is jostled as the crew quickly exit the vehicle. Just as Duke starts walking towards the front door, he turns and shakes his head.

DUKE: "Oh now, what's this c[BLEEP]ksucker want?!"

The camera turns to show a bright red '57 Plymouth Fury pulling up just outside the gate to the chain link fence. Out steps an older man with a completely shaved head in just a white shirt and jeans.

MARVIN: "Hey son!"

DUKE: "Dad, what the f[BLEEP]k are you doing here?! If Mom finds out you're back in town, she's gunna shoot ya again."

Duke is rubbing his temples as his father hops over the fence, holding up a rolled piece of parchment.

MARVIN: "Aw, come on, Bud, Lucy's not gunna find out. I just wanted to stop by and see my favorite son."

[The footage cuts to Duke sitting on a lawn chair for a talking head interview, a bottle of beer in his hand.]

DUKE: "Don't get me wrong, I love my dad."

Duke takes a swig of beer before continuing.

DUKE: "But I'm the only one of his kids who actually still talks to him. See, I know folks talk about how I try get rich quick schemes... and fine, I do. And it's gotten me into a little trouble now and again."

The footage cuts to show a photo of a school gymnasium engulfed in flames.

DUKE: "But that's nothing compared to the ridiculous sh[BLEEP]t my old man gets up to. He's started about ten or eleven cults, I think, I actually lost count after that one about where he claimed to be a magic space wizard with a sword made of pure energy. Oh, and all of them are based on popular movies. Like the one where he claimed that aliens were going to attack most major cities on the 4th of July."

Duke takes another sip of his beer, and then a drag from a joint, and shakes his head.

DUKE: "Not really sure where he was going with that one where he tried to convert the motel he was staying at into some kind of fantasy chocolate factory, but he still went for it nonetheless. Though, I will say, him ending up on the news and getting arrested can be pretty entertaining."

Cut to a clip showing a procession of people in handcuffs wearing white robes, their skin all painted orange with green dyed hair. Two officers then exited a motel room, dragging a yelling and squirming Marvin, wearing a purple tophat and matching coat.

MARVIN: "YOU GOT NOTHIN' ON ME, YA B[BLEEP]ARDS! NOT A DAMN THING! I GOT A WILLY FOR Y'ALL TA WONK ON, YA F[BLEEP]KS!"

Back to Duke who now has his head in his hands, not looking up at the camera.

DUKE: "In case you guys didn't read the part of the pamphlet I'm sure Susie gave you, I'm gunna be straight with you and let you know that my family is kinda cursed, at least on my Dad's side of things. To summarize, someone in the past that I'm related to made some kind of deal or something with some kind of creature or entity or maybe a conscious force of nature. They got what they wanted, but then their bloodline got cursed, and now the curse manifests in the seventh son of a seventh son."

At this Duke looks back up into the camera.

DUKE: "Three f[BLEEP]king guesses as to what I am. My dad's a seventh son and, wanting to have a lot of kids for what I'm sure was another scheme he came up with after going to the movies, he stopped after number six with his wife at the time. And then started dating my mom without telling her he was married. They got hitched, him hiding his original wife and family, and instantly got to work making me. See, because he's a f[BLEEP]king idiot, he didn't think that it was collectively the number of kids you sired. He just thought it was seven per woman you impregnate. So yeah, that was all a fun little surprise to find out on my thirteenth birthday! That and the fact that my mom and me were his secret second family!"

Duke takes another, deeper swig of his beer.

DUKE: "... F[BLEEP]kin' dumba[BLEEP]...

[The film returns to Duke and Marvin standing in his front yard.]

MARVIN: "Where's my hug, buddy?"

Marvin, still clutching the parchment in his hand, holds open his arms for a hug.

DUKE: "No."

MARVIN: "Huh?"

DUKE: "The answer's no, Dad. I'm not getting involved in whatever scheme you're cooking up now."

Duke turns to walk away.

MARVIN: "Woah, woah! Hold your horses there, buddy! I'm not cooking up any schemes..."

Duke snorts and takes a drag of his joint.

DUKE: "Then what's with the parchment?"

MARVIN: "Well, I know how much you love going around and investigating paranormal phenomena, and I thought that you might be interested in what I came across when I... borrowed a friend's grandpa's old steamer trunk!"

Marvin proudly presents the parchment, holding it out for his son to take it. Duke, however, doesn't reach for it at all.

DUKE: "Dad... did you get yourself mixed up with another cursed object? 'Cause I told you last Christmas, after that f[BLEEP]kin' nutcracker came to life and tried to cut out my liver to eat, that you were on your own as far as curses go."

MARVIN: "Son, I remember, and I just felt so bad about it. I mean, I still had fun on that Vegas trip I went on the day after, but I was still really concerned."

DUKE: "Really? 'Cause it seemed like you thought it was all really funny, especially when that little f[BLEEP]kstick BIT OFF MY LEFT NUT!!!"

Marvin tapped the parchment to his chin.

MARVIN: "Well, hell, boy. How many times do I gotta keep apologizin' for that whole fiasco?"

DUKE: "At least once would be a nice change of pace!"

MARVIN: "... Well, anyway, here, a little something that I got and made me think of you."

Again, Marvin held out the parchment.

DUKE: "Dad... is this a cursed item? Just shoot straight with me."

MARVIN: "Son, you know that I'm a straight shootin' cowboy, above all else."

DUKE: "... So it's definitely cursed then."

MARVIN: "Okay! Okay, ya got me!"

Marvin throws his hands up into the air in exasperation.

MARVIN: "This scroll or whatever you call it is cursed! And I need to get rid of it."

DUKE: "I take it that it's something that to pass on, has to be taken from you willingly, right?"

Marvin looks down at his shoes, his free hand in his pocket. Duke sighs and holds out his hand.

DUKE: "This is the last f[BLEEP]kin' time, Dad. I mean it."

MARVIN: "Oh, thank ya son!"

He hands Duke the scroll, and immediately starts running to the fence.

MARVIN: "If ya live through the night, call me!"

Marvin yells this without even looking over his shoulder as he hops the fence. He then gets back in his car and quickly peels out.

[Cut back to Duke sitting in the lawn chair, now holding up the scroll.]

DUKE: "If I didn't take it, he woulda just begged and pleaded and refused to leave, and try a whole bunch of annoying bullsh[BLEEP]t. Not really sure what this curse is yet, but I'd rather deal with it, rather than him, any f[BLEEP]king day."

A series of overlapping whispering voices can be heard, slowly rising in volume.

DUKE: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. Let's get this sh[BLEEP]t over with."

He unrolls the parchment and starts to read something on it.

DUKE: "Huh... been awhile since I've seen one of these f[BLEEP]kin' things."

The parchment shudders, and a skeletal hand and arm shoots out from the center of the scroll. The inky black and dripping bony clawed fingers grab Duke by the throat, as the skull of a full blackened skeleton starts to rise from the scroll.

DUKE: "BRING IT, SH[BLEEP]TSTAIN!!!"

[Roll Credits]

And there we go, folks! Tune in next time for more Red Moon Falls!

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Sweeney Todd

A man with all the power stole everything from him and banished him from the town he lived in. He made a new man of himself and his not Benjamin Barker anymore. He is Sweeney Todd instead and he want revenge for what the powerful man did and he wants his daughter back. I think hes angry at the powerful man for taking his life. Sweeney Todd is a fictional character who first appeared as the villain in penny dreadful serial. He also appeared the string of peals. The original tale became a feature of the 19th century melodrama and London legend. The barber from fleet street, Todd murders his customers with with a very sharp straight razor and gives their corpses to Mrs Lovett. His partner in crime, who bakes their flesh into meat pies. The tale has been been retold of many times since in various media. It has been claims that Sweeney Todd was a historical person ,they are disputed strongly by scholars but is although possible legendary prototypes exist. The original version of Sweeney Todd tale. Todd is a barber who kills his victims by pulling a lever as they sit in his chair. His victims are falling backwards through a revolving trap door into a basement of his shop. Generally it cause them to break their necks or skulls. Just in case they are not dead, Todd goes into the basement and polishes their body. He slits their throat with a straight a razor. sometimes he had to adapt the process on killing his victims is reversed, with Todd slitting his customers throats before dispatching them into the basement through the revolving trap door. Then Todd robbed his victims of all their goods. Mrs Lovett, his partner in crime, in some later versions, his friend/ lover. She helps him in disposing of there bodies by baking their flesh into meat pies and selling them to random strangers who are customers of her pie shop. Todd shop is at 186 fleet street, London, its also next to St. Dunstan's church and its connected to Mrs lovett shop near the bell yard by means of an underground passage way. Most of the versions off the story he and Mrs lovett hired an orphan boy, Tobias Ragg to serve the pies to customers.

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Paranormal/Ghost Hunting Masterlist

Ghostbusters: Avengers edition (ao3) - Winterturtle G, 4k

Summary: There were those sounds – taps and creaks echoing in the middle of the night, irregular at first, then far too regular for his liking.

He couldn’t ignore it and write it off as the building working anymore. Not since he started to hear footsteps as well.

~ Prompt - "I think this place is haunted."

Ghost Of The Past (ao3) - Storbotkid87 bucky/darcy, steve/natasha n/r, 15k

Summary: "Sightings... Being touched... Hauntings... Possessions... Ghosts... Demons... All are part of the paranormal. Please join us as we search into claims and help those in need", a six foot two inch blonde athletic man said as he stepped out of the shadows. "I'm Steve Rogers", Steve says. "And I'm Natasha Romanov", a medium height woman with red hair said as she stepped out of the shadows as well. "Together with our team. We are...", Steve started to say. "The Avengers", Steve and Natasha said in unison.

Haunting of Avengers Tower (ao3) - Kevy_Grayce G, 15k

Summary: The Avengers spend a late Halloween night watching BuzzFeed Unsolved, exchanging in the usual banter, until their fun is interrupted by a series of alarms. F.R.I.D.A.Y., however, doesn't know why the alarms went off in the first place. With every spooky adventure comes poor decision, theirs being the choice to split up into groups to find what could have triggered the security system. Team Tony, Team Steve, and Team Natasha explore an eerie, empty Avenger's Tower in the middle of the night in hopes of solving this mystery.

Lucky Pennies (ao3) - IamShadow21 clint/phil, clint/natasha G, 6k

Summary: In Clint Barton's official SHIELD file, there is a supplemental form with a string of letters and numbers indicating a superhuman ability. On it, there are two pieces of information. The first is 'Asset-Reported Ability (unverified)'. The second is 'Combat/Field Applicable Ability Y/N'. 'N' is circled.

Never the Fall that Kills You (ao3) - mariana_oconnor bucky/clint T, 34k

Summary: Strange things start happening in a small town after a meteor falls nearby. Special agents Barton and Romanov are sent to check it out. While they're there, Clint meets a stranger who remembers nothing before the meteor fell, except that his name is Bucky and someone is after him.

Old Souls (ao3) - the_writer1988 pepper/tony T, 167k

Summary: Tony Stark dies October 17th 2023.

And wakes up on the 30th April 2016, three days before Lagos.

Three days before the breaking of the Avengers begins.

But now he has a chance.

A chance to do it all over again.

And not die trying.

Paranormal Instigators (ao3) - Politzania G, 100

Summary: Sam and Bucky take different approaches to their role as paranormal investigators.

superhero ghost hunting (ao3) - orphan_account T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Tony try ghost hunting, lots of jokes and banter ensue.

under the light of a thousand stars (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky M, 11k

Summary: “Hey… Hey Sam.” Sam squints at him and groans, “There’s a cafe up the road, I’m gonna get us some breakfast.”

Sam checks his phone, “It’s six... In the morning, Barnes. What the fuck, man?”

Bucky frowns at him, “So?”

“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. And I know you’re still grasping the 21st century and all, but this implies that they give you a bed and a breakfast.” Sam whips the covers open, almost smiles when he looks Bucky up and down were it not for him trying to act serious, “Plus… were you just gon’ go out in your Wakanda print jammies?"

The Rougarou: A Change of Heart (ao3) - Sarifinasnightmare bucky/sarah, natasha/sam, sarah/OMC, bucky/OFC, peggy/steve, pepper/tony E, 104k

Summary: Sam and Sarah have made a comfortable living being ghost hunters and uploading their videos for an eager audience. Upon entering an abandoned facility they thoughtlessly save Peter Parker and Bucky Barnes from what looked like a human trafficking situation and instead stumble into the frightening world of werewolves.

they could exist (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles M, 4k

Summary: When his boss tells him that he's founding a new SHIELD division, Brock Rumlow doesn't expect the paranormal....or the astrophysicist's former assistant

Wasted on the Dead and Dreaming (ao3) - LinneaKou steve/tony T, 37k

Summary: Steve looked right at his friend, and he felt just as disoriented as he had when he woke up in Munich. “What the hell is going on?”

Bucky winced. I think you’ve spontaneously developed psychic powers.

And well. Wasn’t that just great.

When Captain Steve Rogers got back from his tour of duty, he didn't expect to come back with the ability to communicate with the dead.

When Tony Stark moved back into his childhood home, he didn't expect his dead father to still be inhabiting it.

When Tony hired Steve to investigate the ghosts of his family mansion, they didn't expect to be swept up in cover-ups, corporate sabotage, and murder.

Now, time is running out as increasingly disturbing dreams haunt Tony and the ghost of Howard Stark proves to be the least of Steve's problems. If they're lucky, maybe they won't end up ghosts too.

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