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back2bluesidex · 10 months

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Monitoring Duty - JJK

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Managerial staff!Reader

Theme: Fluff, f2l (kinda), coworkers to lovers (kinda)

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

Wordcount: 1.7k+

Warnings: None.

A/N: trust me, I had no plans of writing this one but couldn't really get this idea out of my head... so, please suffer with me. thank you very much. and it's really stupid so please forgive me.

Weverse: 🌟JK started a LIVE - I am tired..

Your phone dinged with the notification. You know what it can be and you are prepared but currently you are struggling to chew and swallow the last bit of cup ramyeon, so that you can finally get into your monitoring duty.

Drinking the water in a breath and debunking choking possibilities, you reach for your work laptop. Opening the application while putting down the password doesn't take you more than 10 seconds.

And finally you are in. Now all you have to do is to monitor Jungkook and take appropriate actions when there is an inappropriate situation such as, he falls asleep, or he spoils his upcoming schedule, or he gets repetitive calls from a sasaeng etc.

You melt on the hotel couch. Your limbs feel like jelly due to all the workload you have been through since 4 am in the morning. Being a managerial staff of a Kpop idol is neither fancy nor pleasant. While thousands of fans dream of being at your place, you want nothing more than a year long break. But then again, the pay is good and you are in need of money as well as a strong professional profile.

And another reason for you pursuing this gruesome job is, the man you are currently monitoring.

It has been more than two years since you joined Hybe. For the first year you worked with the entire team and for the last one year, you have been appointed as one of the managerial staff of the maknae.

You don’t know when in this last one year, you started to grow and harbor some kind of fondness towards Jungkook. Not that you don’t know the rules and regulations of the company (most of which don’t apply in terms of BTS), you can recite those better than your phone number, but still… staying immune to Jungkook’s charms, and especially the way he treats you with all the kindness of the world (which makes you wonder at times whether feelings are mutual or not), wasn’t possible for you.

You know it’s foolish, you know there will be no return to your affection but you still like to enjoy this feeling of liking him, adoring him from afar, praying for him in silence. You will move on someday, but as of now, your focus is trained on him and only on him.

“Oh the festival? The festival was crazy! You know it’s the first time I have performed in a festival all alone without the members, so it was scary and I was nervous. But seeing the other artists enjoying themselves and watching you guys cheering for me helped me a lot. Hope you guys liked it.” Jungkook giggles. You mirror his actions while watching him through your laptop screen.

If you put your ear on the wall, you could probably hear his mellow voice piercing through the thin cement of the overpriced hotel room. You are given the room beside him for handling emergencies quickly and he doesn’t even know that. He doesn’t even care, does he?

You shake off your thoughts as you try to focus on the live.

Jungkook restlessly talks and tries to interact with the fans despite being dead tired. You have been with him all day long and you know how hectic things were. He has hardly got any sleep since the day he landed in the US. Interviews, performances, event invitations, everything was lined up one after another. It all ended with the Summerfest performance today. Just this one live and after that he will get to rest for a couple of days before catching a flight back to Korea.

You roll your eyes as Jungkook starts to sing to comply with the request of a fan.

“He just performed for an hour and twelve minutes! And you people still want him to sing? Even when he is clearly tired?” you groan at the screen. Most of the time you respect fans’ love for Bangtan but sometimes their nonchalant demands really piss you off.

Jungkook finishes signing and starts coughing immediately. You follow the live stream as he leaves his chair and starts looking for water in the refrigerator.

He coughs some more and then with a very choked voice, says, “ah! Guys! I’m running out of water. Should I drink water from the faucet then?”

You grab two bottles from the nightstand as soon as possible and run towards his room.

Within a few moments of ringing the bell, Jungkook appears at the door. At first his eyes go wide seeing you standing there wearing an oversized tshirt and a pair of sweats, then his eyes fall on the bottles you have in your hold. He coughs again and you hastily open the cap of one of the bottles and thrust it towards his lips. He grabs it immediately and drinks until he is satisfied.

You try not to stare at the way his adam’s apple bobs when he chugs water down or the way he wipes his lips to get rid of the remnants of water, but fail miserably and you guess Jungkook notices that too, otherwise there is no apparent reason for him to smile sheepishly.

“Thanks” he says, closing the bottle, “so… you are on monitoring duty tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you okay though? You have been coughing since morning.” You reply, neglecting the way your skin heats up because of Jungkook’s intense stare at your smaller form.

“I am fine, Y/N. Much better now that you are here…” Jungkook pauses, your eyes widen at his statement, “with the water I mean.” both of you chuckle nervously.

“Umm.. I will wrap it up quickly okay? I don’t want to overwork you. Just give me ten more minutes.”

“Jungkook, it’s alright. Take your time. I like to watch you doing silly stuff anyway.” you smile and he giggles.

“It felt nice… hearing you say that.” Jungkook gives you one of his bunny smiles as his dark orbs find yours. You two stay there staring at each other, without giving a damn about the 10 million people that are currently staring at a chair, until reality finally seeps into your veins again.

“Bye. Good night.” you murmur as Jungkook nods.

He is already back at his seat when you come back to your room and sit on the couch.

“Jungkook-ah, I wish I had a better word than love to explain how much I love you.”

Jungkook reads a comment.

“Umm… better word than love? Is there anything like this?” He thinks for a moment, squirting his eyes, placing his index finger on his chin and pretending to think hard, “I watched a drama where the male lead confesses his love for the girl he likes saying something like ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I think that was really romantic. So, from now on if you want to say that you love me beyond explanation, use ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I will understand right away. Okay?”

You see as the comment section goes wild with “moon is beautiful” comments rapidly. Fans really love him a lot and he too, is so dedicated to his fans that sometimes you get jealous.

Within five more minutes, Jungkook is saying bye and turning the live stream off. You leave a sigh of relief, nothing went wrong under your watch and now you can finally sleep.

You hit the bed with a thud, wrap the duvet around your body and close your eyes only to be startled by the vibration of your phone that is kept on the nightstand.

You grab your phone with an annoyed huff, which vanishes when you see it’s a text from Jungkook.

“Do you wanna grab a beer? If you are not asleep yet?”

And the next moment you are bolting towards Jungkook’s room, fucking your sleep and nighttime rest.

You two settle comfortably at the balcony, talking about nothing and everything at the same time, while staring at the night sky. Gradually you forget that you are tired and you haven’t got any sleep for almost 20 hours now. But who cares. If having no sleep exchanges a bit of quality time alone with Jungkook then you would gladly stay awake night after night.

“Jimin hyung texted me earlier, saying I did a great job.” Jungkook says, sipping on his beer.

“See, you were panicking for nothing. You always do a great job.” You reply, he chuckles and then for a minute or so, you two fall into a comfortable silence. Until Jungkook decides to break it.

“The moon is beautiful.” Jungkook whispers and you hear it loud and clear. Your heart stops beating for a moment. You stare at the said moon blankly. You don’t know if it is what you think it is. Maybe you are wrong, the moon is really beautiful tonight and that pact he made, is between him and his fans, it has nothing to do with you. On the top of that there is no way he feels something for you. You are just a nobody, nothing in front of him and his grandiose life.

So you reply, “yes, it is.”

“Y/N… You have been watching the live and you know what I mean right?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly feels closer to your body. You don’t know if it’s really happening or is it just a fragment of your dream, so you stay silent.

Jungkook grabs your arms and turns your body to face him.

And then within a moment you are caged between his muscular body and the balcony railing.

“Don’t I deserve an answer?” Jungkook breathes on your lips.

“Do- do you really..?”

“Yes, I do. And I wonder why you didn't notice it when I am always giving you heart eyes, when I am trying to be as close to you as possible, when I am always looking for chances to converse with you, to spend a little bit of time with you.”

“But- Jungkook..”

“What’s your answer, Y/N?”

“Jungkook, my answer doesn’t matter. Not when I am one of your employees. It’s prohibited for me.” you try to make him understand.

“You just need to say yes, Y/N. I can manage the rest.”

“I will get fired.”

“You won’t. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” “Then let me take care of things okay?”

“Okay.” You smile at him, as he connects his forehead with yours. You breathe in him, his scent, his warmth and his affection for you. You don’t know about the future, you don’t have a clue about the struggles you are about to face. But you know you love him and he loves you back. So maybe things will be alright. You will let Jungkook take care of things as he wants, as for now, when he reaches down to lock his lips with yours, you taste euphoria on him.

A/N: The idea of "Moon is beautiful" instead of "I love you" is derived from the KDrama "Romance is a bonus book.

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sunflowergraves · 1 year

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Unpacking Will Solace’s Character

I’ve seen a lot of Will Solace hate since TSATS and it’s really starting to bother me. As a person that relates heavily to Will’s character, it’s upsetting to see him get bashed across the internet, especially considering we’ve never actually gotten to know his character. Personally, I feel like a lot of people are basing his character around headcanons and fanfiction (which I am guilty of) and were disappointed when he wasn’t who we saw him as.

It doesn’t help that the only time we got to see Will’s POV it was short and through the eyes of others. He’s also not this big hero like all the characters in the PJO universe. His powers aren’t that strong, he’s not a prophecy child, and his talents are mediocre. Will is the most human demigod we’ve ever been introduced to. I can understand why his character doesn’t feel multi-dimensional compared to everyone else, but in my opinion, he was fleshed out very well.

Yes, there are a few things I was disappointed by. I wish they talked about Will’s past more and his grief over his dead siblings. I wanted him to have his own weapon, even if it was an old bow he never used or a lyre like Apollo used in TOA. But I will always love that they changed him from the calm, collected counselor healer to an anxious, depressed, self-doubting person because it fits him so well. How could he not feel these things after losing friends and family? After being abandoned by everyone around him? Or being forced to take on the caretaker role of the entire camp because he was the only one left?

I’m going to continue this down below, so if you don’t want major spoilers for TSATS, don’t continue reading. Also this is long as hell in case you just want to skim.

Every time Will was mentioned in the books, it was from someone else’s POV and it was a few lines at best.

Will has always been described as the cool, relaxed, go-with-the-flow type of guy. He was the person with a level head and knew exactly what to do. But guess what? Underneath that cool exterior was an anxiety riddled people pleaser who threw himself at every problem because that’s what he was told to do. The Apollo cabin was always the head medic team. After Lee and Michael died, Will was basically thrust into that position of power. He was trusted to take care of his younger siblings, trusted to take care of the entire camp. If he let them down, it was going to cost lives. Of course he’s going to be scared and nervous, but he can’t show that. Would you want a doctor with shaky hands and sweat running down their neck? Would you want to be taken care of by a person who doubted and second guessed themselves out in the open?

As someone who was given a lot of responsibly and forced to grow up at a young age, I completely understand this. You want to try to make everything better for others around you, you get scared when you fuck up, and you HATE when people can’t rely on you. That’s why you will never show how scared you are to fuck up. You will never let people get inside your head because if they can’t rely on you, what good are you? Breaking out of the role that everyone else gave you because they trusted you is scary and hard.

Nico is probably the only person who knows what Will really thinks. Will trusts Nico with his anxiety and overthinking because he’s comfortable enough around him to show that side. He knows he doesn’t have to Mr. Hero in front of Nico and that’s such a precious and important bond to make with someone.

Will was valid for being whiny and irritated for most of the book.

First, Will has ANXIETY. If you don’t know what it’s like to live with anxiety, count yourself lucky. It feels like your thoughts are attacking you constantly. It’s like an uphill battle between rational thought and absolute chaos. I can’t get in my car without thinking of all the ways I could die before I buckle my seatbelt. Imagine going to SuperHell for the first time in your life! Not only that, but people told Will constantly that as a child of Apollo he was basically fucked. The three strongest demigods that made it back almost went insane! Of course Will is going to be upset, irrational, irritated, and uncomfortable.

In TOA, he voiced several times how he thought it was a bad idea and that he really didn’t like it. This is not a new thing for Will’s character at all. For him to be willing to cross a line he had made concrete shows that he loves and cares for Nico. But that shouldn’t mean he isn’t allowed to be uncomfortable.

Second, for anyone saying he could have stayed at camp instead of going has never sacrificed their comfort for someone else. There are so many instances in my life where I went way out of my comfort zone because I knew my friends/family wanted me there. Did I complain? Hell yes. Did I still do it? Hell yes! If Will had said, “Nico, I can’t do this and I refuse to at least try,” I would have lost so much respect for his character. Instead he sucked it up, even when he was already practically dying before they got there.

Three, Will was worried about Nico. He’s never experienced Tartarus, he’s never been to the Underworld. While Will has definitely faced his share of demons, he’s never stood in Nico’s shoes. So when his boyfriend is having vivid nightmares and hearing voices, he’s going to try and rationalize it for Nico because that’s what he has done his entire life. Will is the “healer.” He is supposed to fix things, not let them traipse off to hell like it’s a vacation spot.

Four, this is a 15 year old. Fuck, even now at the ripe ole age of 20, I’d still be shaking in my boots terrified at the thought of going somewhere that is practically a jailhouse for the worst creatures in creation. Will has little to no experience on the field (He ran from six guards without even trying to pull out a weapon. The worst thing he’s ever said to his enemies was “anemic loser” and didn’t even want to kill Octavian. Every battle before that he had an older sibling to look up to and care for him). So yeah, I’d just be a tad bit nervous and annoying.

Will asking Persephone how to love someone from the Underworld was honest and raw.

This scene broke me in ways I can’t even describe because of how real it felt. If you’ve ever been in a deep and caring relationship (friendship counts) you should understand. Like Persephone said, love is something you choose and it’s complicated and messy even for people who were practically made for each other. For Will to ask how to love someone from the Underworld shows that he is actively choosing to understand and love Nico.

I get that most people interpret Will’s lines as “How do you love someone so filled with death?” but really he’s asking how do you love someone who acts like he doesn’t want to be loved? How do you love someone that pulls away from your light no matter how desperately you try to give it them? How do you love someone who hides parts of themselves from you?

Will is a healer, he fixes things. It’s not until this scene that Will realizes the only thing Will needs to fix is his perspective on Nico. That darkness and hurt and trauma is okay. It’s also a scene where Will realizes he doesn’t have to force down his own trauma anymore.

Will loves Nico and it’s so obvious he scared to lose him. He thinks he’s weak and broken and incapable of helping Nico escape his trauma. His insecurities shadow him and he’s confused about how to navigate this relationship because he thinks he needs to be the leader. How can he lead if Nico won’t let him? How can he help when he doesn’t know how? Persephone’s scene was Will’s chance of finding guidance from someone who could understand exactly what he’s thinking

People in their late 40′s still can’t get relationships down. Why are we pushing unrealistic relationship ideations on a 15 year old who doesn’t even know who he is yet?

Will was not useless.

Sorry that the relationship duo isn’t Mr. Badass and Mr. Badass 2.0. Will not being a fighter is refreshing to see because honestly I’m quite tired of seeing badass couples in every book/movie. Not everyone is strong and powerful and super awesome. Will is a nerd that likes healing people. Why isn’t that enough?

“He’s described as having muscles,” “He’s a field/combat medic,” “He fought in the wars,” “He carries people all the time,” “He trains with the Apollo cabin.” Okay and? I was raised to work hard and protect myself. I work out and I know how to use a bow and knife. Does that mean I want to? No.

I’d also like to point out that almost everyone in camp is described as having muscles. You kind of have to when your life motto is Try not to die or get eaten. Also they train on lava walls, jump eight foot pits, and weapons. I get a little bit of muscle going on my silly little walks, I’d be fucking jacked if I was actively training.

Second, Will has never once been described fighting monsters/demigods. I don’t doubt that he’s had a few encounters, but the boy practically specializes in RUNNING AWAY. He’s a feral little animal that finds injured demigods and sprints them away to the medic center while occasionally bashing monster heads in. He’s strong because he needs to be, not because he wants to be. Strength also doesn’t equal battle prowess.

Not to mention, he hates killing! He didn’t want to kill Octavian despite Octavian being the actual worst. He runs away as a distraction even though he had weapons on him. He got upset when Nico threw Sherman Yang out of the chariot in TOA. Monsters are different, but monsters are also scary. Will is terrified of demon pigeons, you really think he’s willingly gonna go one-on-one with anything bigger than his pinky?

I’ll admit, I hated that he didn’t have a weapon in Tartarus. I thought it was really stupid and out-of-character because my anxious ass would have loaded up. Still, it was kind of funny when they described Will bashing rocks over monster’s heads during their fight with Nyx.

My final point for this: Will was Nico’s support system and that was the point. Will knew he wasn’t going to throw hands with anyone. He went because he knew Nico needed him even when Nico told him to stay. Will was going to trek through SuperHell with the love of his life and hold his hand to remind him that he was loved. Will wanted Nico to know that he’d literally go to Hell and back for him and that’s what mattered.

Nico didn’t ask Will to be the Hero. Nico states several times that the reason he loves Will is because he wants to heal and he’s so stubborn to find the good in everything. And that’s exactly what Will did. He offered support, care, and reminders. He was going to understand and love Nico, even through the darkest parts of his life.

Will is one of the best support systems in a PJO couple duo.

It makes me incredibly sad to see people call Will toxic when he gave his entire life to support Nico. I won’t deny that he complained a lot and said hurtful things and that he occasionally belittles Nico’s feelings. But Will didn’t know he was doing those things. He thought he was helping Nico navigate his PTSD. How is someone who is still emotionally developing his own character supposed to know how to take care of someone else’s?

Will also clearly showed love and affection towards Nico. He met all his friends and was polite to them even when they looked scary. Will risked his life several times before they got to Tartarus and still insisted on continuing. Built a Minecraft house for his boyfriend and left him a KitKat bar because he knew he would feel fatigued (also Will brought KitKat bars, meaning he was already thinking of Nico’s health beforehand). He tried to be useful by scouting ahead because he felt like he was being a burden on Nico. He kissed him, called him silly nicknames, hugged him, respected his boundaries (asking to hold him instead of trying to comfort him immediately), and oh yeah, went to Tartarus when he was obviously quaking in his flipflops.

He also helped Bob when he had no idea who/what he was, comforted Nico when he was beginning to lose hope, acknowledged his mistakes and admitted he needed to try harder, realized he didn’t need to fix Nico and that his boyfriend was perfect the way he was, and learned that Nico wasn’t going to leave him.

Love is complicated. Love is something you choose. And Will chooses to love Nico. Also for everyone saying a year is long enough to learn/realize these problems already and have them solved, you need to take the rose tinted glasses off. I’ve been with my partner for almost four years, and I’m still learning things about our relationship. We argue, we don’t always meet eye-to-eye. Our own trauma and experiences surface and it gets difficult. But do we just call it quits and throw everything into the trash? No. We talk, we problem-solve, we come back and try to understand each other even if we don’t know how to do that. A year is nothing. A year is puppy love and excitement. It’s like your favorite movie on repeat. All the problems are ignored because you don’t want to see them yet.

So for a pair of 15 year old's who just came to terms with their sexuality, I think that they are doing pretty damn good at this love thing.

Anyway, that’s all I really wanted to say. Even though we’ve had Will for years, we’ve never gotten to know his true character until now. It’s raw and weird and doesn’t fit the mold of Will Solace, son of Apollo we all created him to be. You can still hate his character or whatever, I’m not going to try to change your mind. But don’t hate on everyone else who loves him and loves this book.

#solangelo #will solace #tsat #tsats #tsats spoilers #will literally deserves so much love #he's an anxious nerd who wants to watch star wars and kiss his boyfriend

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greenglowinspooks · 5 months

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(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)

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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.

So far, everything was going to plan.

About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.

Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.

Danny’s hands were cold.

He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.

Now, though, his body was freezing.

Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.

He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.

The process was excruciating.

Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.

Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.

Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.

Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.

Danny stared down at his hands.

Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.

“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”

Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”

“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”

“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”

“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”

“What did he say?”

“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”

The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.

“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.

“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”

Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.

A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.

The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.

“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”

They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.

Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.

There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.

His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.

Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.

The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.

Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.

Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.

Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.

Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.

However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.

Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.

“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”

Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.

The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.

Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.

He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.

Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.

Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.

They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.

The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.

Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.

They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.

Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.

“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”

“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”

Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.

“Hurry up, then.”

Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.

He had to check.

“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”

Danny shook his head.

“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”

“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.

“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”

Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.

“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.

They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.

That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.

She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.

Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.

The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.

Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.

He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.

Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.

“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Danny?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.

“I thought you were…”

“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”

Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.

They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.

“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”

Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.

Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.

Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.

His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.

The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.

They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.

Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.

He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.

Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.

Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.

The entire room went white.

Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.

Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…

Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.

The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.

Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.

They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.

As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.

Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.

Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.

“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”

Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.

Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #vengeful danny #villain danny #btw Danny’s just cold because he has an iron deficiency. lmao #girl this is what happens when you don’t eat for two years. you get deficiencies. now stop angsting and eat your veggies #also my descriptions of the ecto filter come from donating blood plasma + platelets #Danny is Going Through It™️#btw I’m finishing this chapter at 3:03 am #just in case you thought I didn’t care about you all #btw the guy who’s injured’s sibling is a surprise tool that will help us later #also I was totally gonna kill Derringer at first. btw #but y’all avoided that with the poll. also it would have been a bit cheap imo

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I’LL SAVE YOU ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა | p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x f! reader

genre: non idol au! childhood friends to to implied lovers! reunited after a long time type of scenario!

synopsis: when y/n gets unexpectedly saved by one of the country’s national treasures in the most popular live annual dating show

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: none

author’s note: hi hello! this is my first short written on here, please bear with me!! i wrote aus & short stories before but never published them on tumblr, enjoy :)

ps. this is loosely based off of a scene from the thai drama called ready set love. i have been hooked on that show ever since i finished it. who knows maybe i’ll turn this into a fic with multiple chapters, we will see!!

Y/N sat in the yellow chair, facing the large mirror in front of her.

She glanced at the wooden box hooked onto the mirror, peeking inside to find a pair of earbuds. Y/N grabbed the earbuds and took in a deep breath, unsure of what to say once the “lucky” guy walked in through the other side of the room.

Y/N was at her limit to say the least. She, in just one day, already embarrassed herself in front of one of the men participants, get a call from her aunt saying her younger sister was in the emergency room, and almost lose the last round in the first game.

Out of pure luck, Y/N and other contestants were given a chance to go to the second round. She needed to try her best in order to secure a spot- after all if the guy who chooses her does not save her, she is doomed.

It did not help that this entire game show Y/N was competing in was broadcasted on national television. Everyone, as in everyone in the entire country, was watching the show at the present time.

After the country faced a deadly pandemic in the 1970s, the men population started to decline rapidly. The pandemic seemed to only affect the men population while the women population withheld the illness and later deemed themselves immune.

The amount of men started to become scarce, leaving them to become “national treasures” of the country. With women barely giving birth to a baby boy and the numbers growing worse, men were then placed inside a private area called “The House”.

Men were never allowed to see the world outside “The House” and stay within the walls. With only 200 men remaining in the past 10 years, the government and the elite decided to create the annual game show called Ready Set Love.

Every year, 50 contestants are chosen to woo over the 5 most popular men of the “House”. Through each round, contestants are asked to play games whether it be through a team or alone. After each round, there can be only one winning team and whoever loses will be sent home immediately.

This year was different for the game show; the rules were changed in order to make things more “fair” and for everyone to have a chance to participate.

10 lucky participants who were not of the elite class were given a chance to win a spot on the game show as a contestant. Usually, chosen contestants would be those who were born into a rich family or have a high status within the country. But now, 10 lucky women were able to have the chance to try and also win.

And that’s exactly what happened to Y/N. With her younger sister buying at least 10+ cartons of milk every week at the convenience store, she got lucky and was able to secure her sister the 50th spot as a contestant.

Y/N, to say the least, was hesitant. She thought to just decline the offer and just ignore the results of the lottery. Except, the cash prize was huge. Bigger than she’d ever imagine. And that money can be used to help pay for her sister’s medical bills and expenses.

Now, Y/N is nervously sitting in her chair, waiting for someone to walk in. She bit her nails a little, feeling nervous about the outcome.

All she wanted was just to win, grab the cash prize, and nurse her sister back to health.

It was at least 20 minutes since Y/N sat in her chair. So far no one showed up, leaving her to walk around in circles in the room, scared.

What if the guy she needed to woo in just 5 minutes will never show up?

“Does Y/N not know there’s multiple rounds of this minigame?” One of the announcers raised her eyebrow, looking at the screen. “Seems like she’ll be chosen in the last round.”

The current mini game consisted of the 5 men picking a random room to walk into. The chosen participant would sit on the other side, waiting to start a conversation with them. The pair has 5 minutes to interact as the contestant needs to woo the man. If the man thinks that the contestant is fit to move into the next round, he will then do a little dance in front of the mirror and say, “I save you.”

“I guess not, but look who’s about to walk in!” said the other announcer, pointing towards the right corner of the room.

Sunghoon opened the door, walking straight into the right side of the room. Closing the door quietly behind him, he walked towards the wooden box and grabbed the pair of earbuds, stretching his arms a little.

He snickered to himself, already over with this mini game, ready to go home.

The first 2 rounds of the mini game was an automatic fail.

The first girl he chose pretended to be someone she was not. He could sense she only wanted to fit his needs and not put herself first in certain situations, and Sunghoon did not like that.

The second girl just giggled uncontrollably and ended up passing out. Sunghoon was confused and just hoped she was okay. She must have been a bit too excited, he thought to himself.

Y/N saw the mystery man take a seat on the other side, bewildered by his sudden entrance. She then took a seat, fixing her hair and her posture. As she settled down on her chair, she realized who was right in front of her.

“Your 5 Minutes start now, good look girls.” The intercom through the room spoke.

As the intercom was turned off and the 5 minutes started, Y/N snapped her fingers and pointed towards the mirror, “Oh, it’s-”

“It's you again?” Sunghoon grunted. He leaned back into his chair, rubbing his chin. “Are you stalking me or something?”

“Hey, you picked this room, okay? Did I ask you to pick this room?” Y/N said in annoyance, fed up with Sunghoon’s question.

Sunghoon reached into the pocket of his jacket and brought out his phone. He put an image on the middle of the mirror and pointed towards it. “Do you know what that is?”

On the mirror, a picture of a figure was placed in the middle. Y/N sighed, “It’s a person.”

Sunghoon then pulled up another image from his phone and asked another question. “About this?”

“It’s also a person.” Y/N replied, unaware of the point Sunghoon was trying to make.

Sunghoon put his phone away, shocked by Y/N’s responses.

“You see that the first image is the symbol for men, the second is for women. You walked into the men’s restroom earlier.”

Y/N gulped. She blinked her eyes rapidly, feeling even more embarrassed than the first time she ran into Sunghoon.

“Where I live we don’t have those signs. I apologize again and I’m not a stalker.”

The silence deafened between the both.

Sunghoon crossed his arms, not batting an eye towards Y/N.

He already knew what to do at the end of the 5 minutes: he was already ready to tell her she would leave and not get through this round.

Y/N was stumped. She already messed up the first time and what more now?

“Sunghoon, listen, I need to win.”

“Okay and? Doesn’t everyone?” Sunghoon replied. He glanced towards the other side of the room, looking at Y/N.

“I need to get into “The House”, it’s the only way I can survive right now.”

“Listen to me,” Sunghoon leaned in a little, shaking his head. “You don’t want that, trust me.”

Sunghoon hated to admit to himself but he envied the women who lived in the outside world. He wanted to know how it felt like to actually be outside and not held in captivity. If only the contestants knew how lonely it was within those metal walls.

Y/N bit her lip, holding back her tears and raised her voice. “You don’t know how privileged you are. You don’t know how life is for me right now. You don’t know.”

Sunghoon stayed silent. He was unsure of what to say. He never saw someone cry in front of him, let alone a girl. A girl pleading for him to help her.

Y/N wiped a tear off her face and looked up to Sunghoon. “I’ll just leave. I already know your answer if that’s the case.”

Removing her pink sash with the number 50 decorated on it, Y/N sniffled a little. She looked at it in despair, setting it down on the chair.

Sunghoon looked at her, in silence. As Y/N removed the sash, a black thread necklace was brought out from beneath her shirt, noticeable.

Taken aback, Sunghoon looked at the necklace that adorned half an emblem on it. He blinked his eyes rapidly, shocked by what he was seeing.

It couldn’t be.

Y/N was the young girl he’s been looking for ever since the government officials found him and captured him. She was the one who saved him for a bit, hiding him in her secret hideout away from the city when they were kids.

She was the girl who might be able to save him from his destined faith.

“Y/N wait,” Sunghoon stood up.

Y/N ignored Sunghoon’s request, removing her airbuds and placing them back into the wooden box.

Sunghoon walked towards the door and ran towards the middle of the game room. He walked straight into Y/N’s side of the room.

Opening the door, Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“Sunghoon-”

“The 5 minutes is now over, please give your answer.” The intercom spoke.

Sunghoon let out a little cough, regretting what he was about to do. He did the little dance, feeling like his life was already crumbling before his eyes. He swore he never was going to give any of these contestants a chance but now Y/N was the lucky one in his eyes.

After Sunghoon finished his little dance, he pointed towards Y/N and gulped. “I save you.”

Y/N looked to him in confusion. She stood there quietly, shocked by Sunghoon’s actions. She thought he was going to let her lose but why? Why did he let her go through to the next round?

“Sunghoon, what is the meaning of this?” Y/N asked.

“Don’t question it. But please Y/N, try and win.” Sunghoon walked closer to Y/N and spoke softly. “You’re my only hope of getting out of here.”

Y/N looked up to Sunghoon as his facial expression became soft and calm. It was as if the person who he was just now, left, vacant in his spot,

The two stood there face to face, basking in each other’s presence. Y/N thought about her own reasons to why she was there. She nodded her head, in response to Sunghoon’s words.

It was only then the intercom would then announce for the contestants to go back to the main room and for the 5 men to go back into their waiting room.

As Y/N parted ways with Sunghoon, she was curious to why he had a sudden change of heart. It made her question if this game show had a deeper meaning to it, deeper than just trying to woo a man and win a date with him each round.

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destinygoldenstar · 9 months

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As a kid watching Ninjago, I was just interested in the flashy powers, and the heroics of the main characters, like any kid would. Like, 'Aw these guys are so heroic and selfless and awesome'

But now as an adult, when I recommended my GF the show, I specifically said "This is Family Issues: The Lego Cartoon"

Honestly, Jay likes to complain and hide his upbringing, but he's probably the ONLY ninja with any resemblance of a normal happy childhood and backstory. He has two loving parents who supported him, and was an aspiring inventor.

You could argue Fritz Donegan rectified it, but Jay didn't know this, so how would this affect how is childhood turned out?

At worst, he was dirt poor, living in a junkyard and all, but compared to what the rest of his team went through, I think they'd WANT what Jay had.

Nah, instead most of Jay's trauma and emotional baggage is in the present.

And who else do we have?

We have a robot who didn't even know he was a robot, or had any idea of his identity or memory, so much so that he was just... wandering around the land with amnesia. (Then, you know, everyone thought he was weird)

We have Cole, who grew up in a harsh family background where his dad forced/pressured his kid to be a musician, and canonically suffered depression and bad violence habits after the loss of his mother/during her illness. (Idk about those other Royal Blacksmiths if they are in the family or not, but either way they didn't seem supportive)

Kai and Nya's parents up and vanished from their lives at ages five and three, and they had to raise each other all by themselves with just a blacksmith shop. Basically means they were forced to end their childhoods right there, especially Kai, because older sibling. And there's no indication they had any friends or anyone to help them in their town, at most there was that one lady that they hated, so... ouch.

And... Lloyd.

Just Lloyd.

Half of the show is just Lloyd suffering.

Born as the son of a man forced into an evil oni maniac, said father ditched his entire family.

Mom decided it was a good idea to abandon her kid in a boarding school about villainy. (That's like, the ONE thing I genuinely think the movie did better than the show.)

And that school heavily bullied Lloyd and even exiled him, forcing him on the streets, basically

Everyone hates him and doesn't help him (until Pythor)

Gets tricked by Pythor

Gets kidnapped by Serphantine

Nearly dies in lava

Is given a destiny as the savior of all of Ninjago where he's forced to be on opposite sides of his father, and part of said destiny involves him needing to kill him

AGAINST HIS WILL MIND YOU

Was LITERALLY forced to give up his childhood for this destiny

Was tortured by the Overlord for his golden power

Ice Ninja died

He got his father back, and then he died.

Was possessed by an evil ghost tyrant and was forced to do horrible stuff with no control over himself

Was also physically strained to his limit with that possession

Lost his uncle

Fell in love, and then said crush turns out to be a twist villain who wants to TORTURE him, resurrect his father and steal that fatherly love from him, and have said father try to KILL HIM

Which he was very close to succeeding at

Has to live in hiding for a week thinking all his friends are dead

Twist villain crush dies in a building collapse

That traumatizes him and haunts his trust and empathy towards people for A LONG TIME

Gets cubed in a video game (idk if that counts as trauma)

He's also a dragon oni hybrid, and his oni hide haunts his mind for his entire life, and is terrified to even think of a part of himself

Merge. For weeks he thought all his friends were dead. (Again)

And you know, physical beatdowns from being the Green Ninja, one of the most responsible jobs as the savior of all of Ninjago.

And that is not even everything, I'm sure there's a lot of stuff I didn't mention.

This poor, poor Emo Child.

If this wasn't a Lego show, this would have a Clone Wars tone, I'm convinced.

So yeah, 'Family Issues: The cartoon'.

At least they all have each other. They're a happy found family, and the light in each other's lives. They're here for each other. Their dynamics are precious to me.

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Cancer story 3 part pls?

Authors note: It's relatively short, but it's also the end of this little mini-series that you guys convinced me to write. Thank you so much for reading ♥

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Death.

Andy Herrera had always underestimated it despite her losses. She had not wanted to admit that it could just rip you out of her life in this short time, never could have known that Mondays goodbye hug was the last she would ever get from you again.

The tough Latina has never been so unprepared by this dark force as with you. All the people who had died in her environment so far had given her time to prepare for it.

Her father had known from the start that cancer would take his life; the doctors had already given up on him. The brunette had not wanted to accept it, but deep down she had understood that Pruett was going to die; he had been able to use the last few weeks to say goodbye to his entire team.

Your chances of surviving this troublesome illness however, had been very good lately. Your chemotherapy had ended, the cancer even had regressed and your energy had slowly returned. But your body was too weak and eventually failed under the pressure of strain your system had to endure.

A shiver ran through her body and made her tremble briefly. Chilled air rushed incessantly through the open window into her living room and still, she could not breathe.

Andy could not tell how long she had been laying on the hard parquet floor just staring at the white ceiling that seemed to come closer with every faltering breath and she could hardly imagine anything more liberating at that moment, than being crushed by the ceiling that would push the pain out of her.

Her cell phone rang for the thousandth time somewhere on the coffee table. She had not touched it in days, failed to show up to work, had not spoken to anyone. The fire-woman just wanted to lay here and feel sorry for herself.

The Latina knew that while her friends on Station19 were struggling with the loss themselves, they were the ones most worried about her. Maya, Vic and Carina were afraid for her, but she could not take their condolences.

She did not wanted to be reconfirmed that you were gone for good, could not even bear to hear your name.

It had all been so sudden, without any premonitions. She remembered exactly how she had picked you up from the hospital on the decisive day a week ago and taken you to the station where you had spent your day together with everyone else.

You were so happy with the information that the cancer was on the mend and you were bubbling with new life energy. The color of your otherwise pale face returned to a silky shade of pink while a smile had been timid and constant on your lips.

Only the next day, when she could not reach you and you had not shown up at her workplace, did she make her way to your apartment to check on things. Her slightly shuffling but deliberate steps defined themselves on the steps in the stairwell before her hand thundered against your apartment door.

But no one opened and the worst assumptions had nested in her mind. When she did not get a message from you in the evening either, she called the police, who took pity on her and drove to your apartment to look around.

Andy had previously sat tensely with Maya and Carina in their apartment, staring at the clock and waiting impatiently when the call from the official, which she no longer remembered the name, she received at exactly 1:04am, knocked the ground from under her feet and let her collapse.

The friendly policeman had been silent on the other end of the phone for an unusual long time, finding it difficult to deliver the sad news to her- they found you dead in your bed.

The autopsy later revealed that you must have died the night before. The officer had assured Andy, that you fell asleep peacefully as usual, except that you would never wake up again. Your heart had stopped beating, as if it had suddenly gotten tired and had forgotten what its job was.

Since then she had been stunned, regularly wiping the stray tears from the corners of her eyes that threatened to trickle down her cheeks. Frantically, she pushed the pain to the farthest corner and buried it under total emptiness.

It was incomprehensible that you were no longer among them. Did she miss your nature, your endless humor, the indescribable smile and laughter that filled this apartment almost every day. She closed her eyes as she thought about it, her body wincing while her hands clenched into fists.

Andy Herrera's heart was pounding angrily, emotional and full of pain.

Her lips pressed into a forming line as her shaky breath caught in her throat, trying to control her emotions. But she could not keep that expression for long; soon the corners of her mouth turned down while her eyes began to shimmer.

As the first tear slipped from her eyes after several hours, she realized a tremor in her body before letting out a heartbreaking sob. The brunette turned her head, now laying sideways on the floor and looking towards the wall. Her whole body tensed and she swallowed hard at the picture of the two of you together.

"I miss you, Y/n" she croaked softly, her voice hoarse from days of silence.

The Latina felt her throat tighten, breathing became increasingly difficult. You were so damn important to her, had been everything to her. But now you got snatched away from her and it was irreversible.

At some point, the annoying ringing stopped and Andy was alone with herself and the lonely silence around her. Trembling finger slid along the discrete grooves of the floor as water pooled on the lower lid of her eye, threatening to collapse yet again.

The brunettes cheeks glowed and cooled slightly only from the coldness of her tears, which slowly rolled down her face and pooled on the outer parts of her contoured face, where they lost their grip and disappeared into her unwashed, frizzy hair.

She suppressed the thoughts about her loss, although it was so omnipresent in the air and would never fade away. Death was irrevocable and nothing would ever bring you back to her. Nothing.

You were gone.

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substituted-shinigami · 8 months

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Hey guys, anyone want to do discussion points or what if scenarios? It might be fun!

Here's one: If Rukia, Renji, and Byakuya got kicked out of Soul Society after the Soul Society Arc, what would their living situation be?

A while back (which for me could be anywhere from 1 to 10 years, lol), I saw a post about this. I believe the philosophy was that the whole Aizen situation was a media nightmare and so they kicked Rukia and Renji out as part of a cover up. Byakuya tried to stand up to them and got kicked out too. Even his own family disowned him for all the "trouble he's caused them over Hisana and Rukia".

So according to the post, their living situation was similar to the Advance Team Arc, with Rukia living with Ichigo, and Renji and Byakuya living elsewhere (I believe they were sharing an apartment?). I think I've seen other posts about this where they actually ended up either living with Urahara or the Visored.

Now obviously this didn't happen and would never happen, so don't worry about taking this too seriously. This is literally just a "What if it had happened?" scenario. Where do you think the characters would have ended up? How do you think it would have panned out?

This is already getting kind of long, so I'm gonna put my thoughts on it underneath a "Keep Reading" tag

Personally, I think Rukia would have stayed with Byakuya. This might sound strange, their relationship was strained at best, but I think her choosing to stay in Soul Society was her choosing to try again. She wanted to try again to connect to the people in her life. So even if they got kicked out of Soul Society, I don’t think she would have given up on this dream. (Plus it means she could teach him all about the living world!)

I think the real question would be Renji. Sure Byakuya and Rukia living together would be super awkward to say the least, but they're at least siblings. But Renji isn't. He's not entirely on the outside, being childhood friends with Rukia. But they've been separated for about 40 years and have a lot of emotional ground to cover!

On one hand, they don't have status to worry about anymore, she's no longer a noble and he's not a lieutenant, but on the other hand they haven't had a chance to properly discuss all that happened between them either. And if they are living together, they might choose to NOT have those necessary discussions in order to keep their living situation stable.

On the flip side, Renji and Rukia tend to thrive in dangerous situations where it's them against the world. So while they may be dancing around those hard but necessary conversations, they are ALSO dancing around all those hollows in Karakura Town and punching them in the face with some SUPER SICK COMBO MOVES!!!

So basically they will eventually be fine, but not as quickly as they would have been if they had just, you know, talked first and punched later.

So here's my final thoughts. Rukia would be living with Byakuya. Where they would be living would be determined based on if Byakuya had been able to hold onto any of his wealth and then been able to trade with Urahara for some World of the Living funds.

Renji I could see still living with Urahara, but depending on Rukia’s and Byakuya’s situation, I can see it taking all three of them getting part time jobs to get by. Also, I doubt Urahara would take all three of them in. They could technically live in his basement, but unless he had a use for all three of them, I doubt he'd take them in. (Although the idea of all three of them doing secret missions together as some sort of mission impossible secret task force is pretty cool!) The visoreds tend to stick to themselves, so I kinda doubt they'd take them in either.

So yeah, maybe all three of them DO get a very stuffy, very angsty apartment together, and are extremely relieved when the Arrancar finally attack. xD

So what do you all think? Do they all stay together? Do they all split up? A combination of the two? Where do they all live? Feel free to comment or reblog to let me know!

#Bleach #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #renruki #???#I mean eventually #but not until they punch a WHOLE LOTTA HOLLOWS #they have a LOT of feelings to work out!#lol #ooh I just thought of another fun idea!#what if they stayed with Orihime!#admittedly it doesn't make a TON of sense #but the idea is quite charming #they get a place to stay and help with their communication problems #she gets help with rent AND an instant family to boot!#albeit a very chaotic family xD #idk it's just really charming to me!#let me know what you all think!!!

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frostedfaves · 2 years

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Two Avengers Walk Into A Bar...

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are finally given a chance with their favorite bartender, which happened to be her only option anyway. (a continuation of this)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY as always, dark!fic, implied stalking, mental manipulation

A/N: so I still haven’t finished the dark!wandanat fic set in westview but it might not be too long! I’ve been in the writing mood lately, which led me to this. btw I recommend reading the first part I tagged above before you start this one (even if you have already, since it’s from over a year ago lol)

“Is it bad that I didn’t recognize you as Avengers until I saw your names written next to your numbers?” you ask suddenly, laughing a bit at Wanda’s expression.

“Are you serious?!”

“Extremely.”

The three of you were seated at a circular table in a far corner of a restaurant you’d only seen through the large glass windows. Your chairs were positioned so that all of you were an equal distance away from each other, and you were slightly intimidated with the way their eyes were glued to you the whole time. If you were being completely honest, you partially wondered if all of this was just an elaborate buildup to a one-night-only threesome inquiry.

“I just assumed you were trying to avoid making us uncomfortable,” Natasha suggests with a shrug, careful not to spill wine from the glass she’s holding in one hand above the table. “Or that you only knew our ‘heroic’ titles.”

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m chill around famous people.” Your dates laugh and you can’t help the grin that forms. “But you’re right that I only know your hero names. I’ve seen you on the news once or twice but I try not to rely on reporters to tell me what you’re really up to.”

“According to the media, I am a mass murderer,” Wanda mumbles while poking at her entree with her fork.

“I’m sure they’re wrong. Your job is to help people, not hurt them.”

“What if they aren’t entirely wrong?” she presses further, making eye contact with you again. “What if I help some and hurt others?”

“Oh.” You take a bite from your own plate, pretending to mull it over as you chew and swallow. “Well, I’m sure you had your reasons.”

The two women break out into louder laughter than before, but still maintaining their volume to avoid attention from others. You happily join them, grateful you read the situation right and contributed to their joke in a way that pleased them. After all, two high-profile Avengers murdering people by choice seemed very unlikely.

You were taken home that night, walked to your apartment door and left behind with a kiss lingering on each cheek. Texting was sporadic as can be expected with two people that regularly save the world, but you didn’t expect the two of them to be hovering over you and shaking you awake a week later.

“Sorry to come in unannounced but our calls weren’t going through and you weren’t answering the buzzer,” Wanda explains as they give you room to sit up. “We had to make sure you were alive before we shared the good news.”

“Good news?” you question in a groggy tone.

“Tony Stark has a job offer for you -- on-call bartender.”

“Wait, Tony Stark...like the one you work with?”

“Yes, our coworker,” Natasha responds with a chuckle. “The job of getting rid of bad guys doesn’t really come with a set schedule, so we never know when we’re all going to be home at the same time. When we are, we like to throw little celebrations to help the team relax and enjoy themselves as some of our missions can be physically and mentally exhausting. We need someone who can be available for those nights.”

“Does that mean I’d be living at the Avengers compound with you?”

“Yep. Free housing and Tony pays well, so you’d make your usual monthly amount each night.”

“Under any other circumstances I’d accept immediately, but I have some concerns.”

“What’s on your mind?” Wanda pulls one of your hands into hers and you feel tension melting away as her thumb runs along your knuckles.

“I mean we just started dating and I’m already going to be living with you. What if we end up not working out? Won’t it be awkward to be that close all the time, especially if it ends on bad terms?”

“I understand your concern,” Natasha sighs. “Despite how much we’ve already grown to care for you, we’re still capable of being respectful and professional, should anything happen between us in that way.”

“No matter what happens, we wouldn’t want to come between you and your job,” Wanda assures you and Natasha agrees with a nod.

“We’d also prefer you work there, as you’d be much safer with us than in a dimly lit building with disgusting grandpas that can’t respect personal space or hold their liquor.”

“Yeah, I don’t exactly enjoy walking home in the middle of the night either...”

“Let us do this for you then...and we promise to protect your heart no matter what happens.”

Wanda positions her free hand at your eye level with only her pinky up, and you can’t help but laugh as you curl your own around hers. Her thumb comes up next to connect with yours and a big grin returns to your face as she leans in to kiss your knuckles. Natasha insists on doing the same and the two of them sandwich you into a hug in between them, just sitting in the calm silence with you for a minute or two before pulling away.

“Okay, call your boss,” Wanda instructs as she grabs your phone from your nightstand. “And then we can help you start packing when you’re done!”

You happily agree and take your phone before you leave the room, Natasha nudging Wanda as you exit, who faces her with red fading from her eyes.

“How are we going to convince the team that we aren’t moving too fast?”

“Same way I convinced her.” Wanda gestures to you in the hallway with a grin.

Another week had passed since your (now officially labeled) girlfriends presented you with the job offer, and you’d managed to get everything packed in your tiny apartment and ready to go for their arrival with the promised moving truck. You’d planned on asking your nearest neighbors to help (it was your turn for a favor anyway), but Wanda insisted she could get everything downstairs herself in one trip.

You’re waiting for them to arrive now, sitting on the slightly dangerous balcony connected to your living room, when you spot the pair down below. They’re standing in front of the building next to yours, speaking with the man you assume is the landlord when Natasha shakes his hand, and you catch him slipping keys and cash into his pockets.

Wanda notices you before you can look away and you attempt a smile as she tilts her head slightly, narrowed eyes focused on you even as she wraps an arm around Natasha’s waist and uses her powers to fly over to you. You stand immediately and leave the balcony door open for them as you step inside.

“You’re earlier than I expected,” you mention with a slightly nervous laugh directed toward a box you finish taping, your back to them as you hear them enter. “I thought I had a little more time with the place before I had to say goodbye.”

“Look at me.”

You follow the instruction delivered in a firm tone instantly, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sight of Wanda’s glowing eyes. Her hand does a twisting motion and you’re pulled across the room, suddenly inches away from her menacing stare and scrambling to form a coherent thought.

“You didn’t see anything.”

“Are you ever going to join us, love?”

You blink rapidly as you take in what used to be your apartment, unrecognizable with all of your furniture, boxes and clothes removed from the space. Your search across the room ends at the doorway Natasha’s standing in, brow raised.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I just...” You clear your throat quickly and laugh. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I guess I just got distracted while doing a final walkthrough.”

“Well, we only have the truck for another hour so let’s get out of here.” She crosses the room and grabs your hand, kissing the back of it before she starts to drag you out of the apartment. “You worry me sometimes.”

With the way you’d been losing track of time lately and no explanation for it yet, you were becoming just as worried.

#natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #dark!wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader #frosty's dark!fics

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voidfishing · 1 year

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I am extremely intrigued by your hyperspecific taagnus lore if you feel like expanding 👀

oh absolutely 💚💚 this. turned out to be. insanely long <3

okay so. I think that after they met while joining the IPRE, Magnus became interested in Taako pretty quickly. Taako is handsome and tough and pretty and smart as hell, of course Magnus notices all of that immediately. but I can’t imagine him actively trying to pursue a relationship given the whole, yknow, they’re about to literally leave their planet. he’s got bigger picture things to focus on. but I think they do spend quite a bit of time together. Taako actively seeks him out because, despite how much he pokes fun at him, he does think Magnus is fun and cute and sweet. they get along really well, and I like to think Magnus’ pure optimism and general sweetheart behavior made him the first member of the IPRE to really get to spend quality time with Taako without Lup present.

and then I think. there was definitely some light flirting on Taako’s end that was very casual. not super forward or anything, just little things like slightly-more-affectionate pet names or passive compliments that indicated he was paying close attention. and Magnus picked up on maybe half of it. the rest of the time he was like “man Taako’s such a nice guy. what a good friend.” and meanwhile Taako was pulling his hair out going “how is he not in love with me yet I’m being so alluring”

and this dynamic continued for a little while. they got closer. the stolen century actually began. and I think things stayed that way for a handful of cycles, because I don’t feel like either of them would be super focused on starting a relationship while trying to navigate their new lives. but I do think they got closer and closer as teammates and began to rely on each other more, which neither of them placed any extra emphasis on because they were growing closer with everyone else too.

and then I think their relationship started building again a little less than a decade into the century. they’d gotten used to the pattern and their new life, they had a better grasp on the entire situation. and I think they started to lean on each other more and more. Magnus would come to Taako to vent or theorize or talk about their home, and Taako would pick up on the fact that he was seeking comfort and offer it to him, usually through small gestures like making him something to eat and patting him on the shoulder while they talked. Taako would eventually start doing the same sort of thing, showing up to Magnus’ room just to sit quietly when he was struggling in some way and needed to be near someone else. and Magnus would be so sweet and careful about offering him support without hurting his ego, which Taako definitely appreciated.

so. I think things went on like that for a bit and they just continued to get closer and more reliant on one another. and then one day Magnus is sitting in Taako’s room watching him scribble out plans for dodging the hunger and it suddenly strikes him that he’s in love with him. and he says it. and Taako just stops what he’s doing and looks and him and goes “did we not already know this?” & naturally Magnus is a little surprised that Taako recognized his own feelings before him, but he doesn’t have time to worry about that before Taako kisses him.

and I think they date for a while. they work well together and understand how to support one another. they’re a good team!! and both of them are able to find a certain kind of shelter with each other, feeling safe and loved despite facing the end of the world annually. it’s not always easy, but they make a point to work things out when it gets hard.

I don’t really have a timeline for how long they’re officially dating, but I think by the fiftieth cycle, things have changed a little bit. not in a bad way, there’s just been a shift in their dynamic that has changed the way their relationship looks; they’re no longer calling themselves boyfriends, but they’re still super familiar with and supportive of each other. I don’t think they really label the dynamic but they’ve essentially just naturally shifted into being queer platonic partners. they’re technically exes but no one would guess that from seeing them interact. they love each other so much

and oh boy. after the stolen century, after losing their memories, after being (unbeknownst to them) reunited. I think Taako is a little interested in this handsome human he’s working with. the guy’s a little dense but it’s sort of charming to him! Magnus thinks the elf he’s traveling with is very pretty, but he’s not exactly planning on dating anyone anytime soon. he wants to be good buds! and so over the course of their time with the BOB they get closer and a little more intimate with each other, but never to the point of potentially dating. there’s love there and it feels rather platonic for both of them.

and then they get their memories back. and I think it takes Taako a very long time to talk to Magnus about any of it. which is probably a good thing, it gives them both time to digest everything they've been through, and I think their friendship starts to deepen again once they do talk about their history. the love they had lost is back and only reinforced by the fact that they managed to cultivate such a meaningful relationship even without those memories. they eventually get back to where they were during the stolen century, although that takes a couple of years. their relationship is defined by mutual love and they look out for each other as they navigate living (sort of) normal lives

#I literally. ok. uhm. well. that was a lot this is rather long. honestly didn’t think I had this much to say about them. I . okay!#SO. YEAH. here you go <3 #it’s uhm. past 1 am now . goodnight !!#toon talking #taagnus #text #asks #long post #headcanons #tumblr REALLY doesn’t want this under a readmore I’m so fucking sorry it keeps deleting chunks. oh my god.

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someguyinc · 4 months

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Ooooh what are your story ideas and meta in the works?

ahh !! i have a good handful,, most of them are merlin related so forgive me spn mutuals ;-; but i'm just going to list them off bc i fear if i give an in depth response this post would be one of those long ones that make your app glitch and phone burn to a crisp in your hands

bbc merlin:

meta:

- gwaine being more observant than he's given credit for pulling a classic "oh i just drink and make jokes" silly guy move as a cover

- arthur, merlin, and mordred and their roles in the prophecy/ties to the old religion and triple goddess

- destiny in bbc merlin being a living breathing entity that lives through feeding off of tragedy

- gwen and her flower motif !!

- morgana and merlin being two sides of the same coin

- the different sects of the old religion and those that believe in the once and future king vs those who don't

- magic and its relation to gender throughout the entire series and how it is often a punishment for the women in the series

- gwen and lancelot being foils for each other

- gwen and elyan's sibling relationship (this one is mostly head canons based off the scraps we get throughout the series)

- more in-depth exploration of the main 4's character thesis

- difference between merlin and emrys and where the line blurs

- druids and their expectations of merlin

fic ideas:

- key trials: merlin and arthur have to enter the kingdom of the sidhe and stop the ever growing plague that has begun destroying all the crops and causing an abundance of monsters in albion,, this one investigates the double standard merlin holds for arthur vs himself, the lies they've told themselves and arthur internal bias from being raised anti-magic, as well as merlin being a liar

(i've stated writing a few chapters but lost motivation n school n work once again took over my life)

- dragon's ire: heavy political intrigue, prince merlin au, focuses heavily on the reality of merlin and morgana's ill-fated friendship and how merlin telling morgana about his magic could've definitely made things worse in the long run, kingdoms at war and gives more background to the knights as well as blacksmith!gwen who i hold close to my heart

- fae circle fic: really just guilty pleasure of seeing genderbent morgana and gwen if i'm being honest,, silly fun :3

- elwaine fic idea: moments where traveling blacksmith elyan meets gwaine multiple times but working with him as a knight gets a bit more difficult from there prolly just smth short n fun :)

spn:

meta:

- sam and dean and hoodoo/voodoo in spn and how many times they should've died after using it... i do not know how to stress that not only are these practices closed off to non-black folk but then also like,, even black people that do not have practitioners in their bloodlines do not fuck with these practices because the repercussions are just that !! bad !! 😭😭 (ofc ik the 'god favor' and more realistically this is bc there were probably no black writers in the room but DAMN,, it's just insane)

- probably low hanging fruit but,, song genres relating to each member of tfw and their arc in the story

- i'm sure someone has done this before too but bela/dean parallels and similarities

fic idea:

- jock!castiel... that's all i got 😭😭 i've only recently gotten into spn and castiel is very close to my heart,, but i keep seeing fics where he is a gardner/knitter and while i think he'd be interested i think he'd also drop them very quickly bc he strikes me as a person(?) that likes the idea of taking things slow but when it comes down to it much rather would prefer things get done immediately or at least he can move his body and feel like something is getting accomplished,, he's also incredibly charismatic and i would love to see him leading a team in something without feeling like it could become a cult

it's kind of just a guilty pleasure lol not too much backing

anyways thanks for the ask hope any of this is interesting 😭🫡

#some guy talking #bbc merlin #spn posting #bbc merlin meta #spn meta #bbc merlin fic ideas #spn fic ideas

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jakey-beefed-it · 1 year

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A few scattered, minimally spoilery FF14 thoughts as I draw near the end of Heavensward’s main story

I have come around entirely on Estinien (his one example of weirdly toxic masculinity directed at my sweet baby boy Alphinaud seems to have been an aberration of writing) and Aymeric (who is deep down an idealist despite being the Cesare Borgia chief of police). I was always on board for Count Edmont de Fortemps despite his looking suspiciously like Dracula and being a Count, because he was our narrator for this expansion and I’m genre savvy enough to figure that meant he’d be on our side unless he had a MUCH bigger role in which case he might have betrayed me for that punch. But yeah- his reaction to Major Character Death was heart-wrenching.

Ysayle! Coming through as the most compelling character in the expansion full of compelling characters tbh. Her motivations, development, and the shit she ends up having to come to terms with, absolutely grabbed me. And then working with the team because no, she meant it, her whole entire goal was ending the fucking war. To the point of talking down her own people and thereby foiling the schemes of evil men in power, forcing them to change tack.

I also really love the non-’heretic’ revolutionaries, and having done the Machinist quests alongside the main story really sells them that much more and I want! To shoot! Temple knights and asshole nobles! Already!

Hilda probably isn’t going to matter very much to the game moving forward which is too bad because in her like 5 minutes of scene she grabbed more attention than a lot of characters. Varian definitely has a crush on her, too.

“Hi, I see you like firearms and revolutionary direct fucking action I also like those things would you like to go out sometime? How do you feel about dating a guy with adopted twin elezen genius kids? That’s not a dealbreaker for you is it because if you don’t love my adorable kids it’s a dealbreaker for me and you should know that.”

Got machinist to 60 and got an outfit that matches my starter gunbreaker outfit but has a cowboy hat, so full-mourning-for-his-Ishgardian-bro Varian can pull his cowboy hat down over his eyes when he tears up too much over every little thing.

Also it’s just extra hilarious to me to have my character running around Ishgard, dealing with nobles and knights and such, with my very fancy aristocratic son, just wearing full on frontier cowboy leathers because he’s given up on any sort of ‘civilized’ behavior and is just. Going to put a bullet in the archbishop and his knights’ hearts.

Matoya is great and I love that she’s a literal bog witch living in a cave. Her sapient frog companions being former normal-ass frogs she uplifted rather than turning people who annoyed her into frogs is very [chef’s kiss]

Her interactions with Y’shtola were also great, and did more for Y’shtola’s character than like, anything that had come before because she went from being ‘the most competent and interesting of the Scions and therefore in the story’ to being one of the least interesting characters around not through any fault of her own but because the Ishgardians all were so much better written as to become vastly more compelling and she just can’t compete on their level

The development with her eyes has the potential to be really interesting- she’s full on post-stone-burner Muad’Dib’in it, here. Damn.

Tataru is so talented and she should make everyone a new outfit. Next time maybe she’ll even remember to make pants! Fortunately Alphinaud kept his old pants and Y’shtola apparently had some bicycle shorts kickin’ around but still. Other than the lack of pants, both very solid improvements and a credit to Tataru’s skill.

^ Only one of these people dressed themselves, can be trusted to dress themselves, and it is the cowboy. Tataru, however, can be trusted to dress anyone. Provided they brought their own pants.

#Jake plays Final Fantasy XIV

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🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

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mytrouvailles · 2 years

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ROTTMNT SPOILERS I WONT EVER GET OVER THIS OK LETS GO

so as a fan of tmnt 2003, 2012, the 2007 movie and rise i have a TON of analysis to get off my chest about the dynamic of these turtles in the rise movie. and first off is leo and raph ofc.

first off in the past versions (especially 2007), leo and raph always seem to be going at it because of some “leader/soldier” vibe going on between them. raph never liked being bossed around, leo was always a sensei’s pet, etc. raphael’s anger has a history of being unnecessary, and leonardo’s responses never helped the situation either, he refuses to admit he’s wrong in some cases. see 2007’s rooftop argument, literally the whole thing lol

rise 100% changes this dynamic from the beginning and i LOVE it! first we’ve got no leader leo, just some goofy 14yr old boy who throws out one-liners in the middle of battle (other leos actually do this too, but their overall demeanors are way more, let’s say pensive, having to deal with their brothers’ lives on their shoulders and the responsibility of leader). the statement that rise leo is basically other leos if they had 0 responsibilities is 100% valid.

so in rise we’ve got a leader in raphael! which i honestly thought was a nice take when i first watched the show in 2018, why not give the famous hothead a crack at being leader? only this time he is also the oldest, the strongest, and has actually controlled (or really never had) his temper. there’s a lot of maturity there that we really haven’t seen in other raphs before and i ATE. IT. UP. but, raph is still a teenager, a teenager who cracks under pressure and believes the entire world falls on his shoulders. he became more of a self-declared leader, as the oldest and biggest, and the others had no problem with it. he carries the weight of leader because he feels that he HAS to, he has to own up to all of this responsibility in order to become his own image of an ideal hero, who does good simply because he can. see Pizza Puffs, you know Red Angel Of Preventing Harm? yeah this guy LOVES being needed by people, going on 100% of their missions and all.

we see the more serious side of leadership in raphael near the end of s2. throughout the series, there were noticeable times that the others (normally leo) would step up as a leader, give raph a break, and save the day with some motivation and a wacky plan that ended up working. see Origami Tsunami. however by the end of the series, we see raphael’s breakdown, his fear of failing his family, and it is here when he realizes that he must trust his family the way they trust him, and allow the team to work equally and carry each other.

then immediately after that we get leader leo! if there’s one thing i wish would’ve been handled better, it’s definitely the pacing to get to splinter’s decision to appoint leo as leader. BUT i do get that the rise crew had to work with what they were given, and honestly it could’ve been done worse so no complaints here.

leo and raph (like in every version) are opposites in many ways. rise raph’s mindset pushes him to do good because he can, and he has a desire to be needed by others and help them in any way he can. he is a caring mother-hen to his brothers, who he just wants to be able to take of themselves when needed. see Hot Soup: The Game and Pizza Puffs.

on the other hand, leonardo is most concerned with his image, whether he’s the best at what he does or not, and has a desire for people to want him. this taps into his insecurities shown throughout the series. see Portal Jacked! and Minotaur Maze. even in the movie, he admits to casey that while he thought his brothers needed him, the reality is that he needs his brothers. leonardo constantly tries to prove his worth to himself, to prove that he is a champion among his brothers. this obsession (more so in the movie) leaves him lacking in team cooperation, but like raph, believing that he must do everything himself. but this is the exact moment when the difference between leader raph and leader leo come out, while raph felt a sense of responsibility and duty to carry everything on his own, leo did so simply in order to prove that he could. he shows the confidence in himself to do things the way he wants, but fails to put that into play when it comes to cooperating with his brothers.

one thing that i love about the movie is that raphael’s anger never originated from any form of resentment or hate for his brother for taking his position. raph was noticing a dangerous pattern in leo’s behavior, one that he believed would harm himself and his brothers, and he was solely focused on getting leonardo to understand that he must take responsibility for his actions. it’s a very familial type of anger, one that comes from worry and love. leo’s response was pretty nonchalant, reading a comic book while raph was trying to talk to him and all. this attitude stuck with him until his talk with casey, who criticized him for acting as arrogant as he was, implying that leonardo was nothing like his future self. and then you know what went down, when he had to fight raph, with donnie and mikey captured in the background. seeing his brothers in the state that they were in was his turning point, he realized that being the leader doesn’t make everything about him, but rather makes it more about what he can do to make sure that they all make it home.

by the end of the movie, it’s obvious that leo’s sacrifice wasn’t made in an attempt for glory (see Minotaur Maze). leo spent the entire movie holding that one photo of his family, at the end he was smiling at it, crumpled in his hand, as krang pounded him into the ground. leo knew that his sacrifice meant that his brothers were safe, and at the end of it all, that’s all he wanted.

#this is just one big blob straight from my prefrontal cortex #i will not be getting over this ever #i pulled an all nighter because of this #I MADE A TUMBLR PAGE BECAUSE OF THIS #but yes anyway live laugh love rottmnt go watch the movie #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #tmnt 2018

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tinyhousegirl · 2 years

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Astro - Chapter Six

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He did it. The twelve pilots watched the fighter jet on the screen twist and turn with ease on the board as the timer ticked down. He was at least ten seconds ahead of where any of them had been the entire two weeks of training and gaining. They watched the live feed of the detonation, heard his comms as he tackled Coffin Corner, and emerged victorious on the other side of the exercise. The pilots around her cheered and celebrated with one another but she could only focus on the timer blinking rapidly.

Two minutes and fifteen seconds. It was possible.

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The twelve pilots stood at attention in the belly of the carrier as Cyclone and Warlock gave them their final debriefing amidst the deck crew and other personnel of the ship. Her father stood at their side, a solemn look on his face as they ordered him to choose his wingmen.

After his stunt in Fightertown he had been promoted, not court martialed, to team leader. Her father’s guardian angel had pulled through one last time. She was equally proud and angry; losing one of the spots on the 4-jet team just made her odds slimmer after the plummet she took out of the sky less than a week ago. But she left the final decision to her Captain.

“Phoenix and Bob, Payback and Fanboy.”

“And your second?”

Maverick sighed, looking between Hangman, Rooster, and Astro. This decision could kill any of them, and he didn’t take it lightly.

“Rooster.”

The silence that briefly followed was palpable. Her chest felt like it had caved in as Rooster tensed next to her. Across the rows, she saw Hangman’s shoulders fall slightly. Then there was movement, ‘Congratulations’ and ‘Good Luck’ phrases thrown to the chosen pilots.

She felt a hand on her arm, and Taylor snapped out of her trance. Nat had a concerned look on her face, focused only on her friend amidst the men talking. Phoenix gave her a small smile and both women embraced, the stress of two weeks of training leading to this final decision.

“You come home, you hear me? I can’t be alone with all of these guys.” Astro joked, holding back the lump in her throat.

“You know it. First round is on me when we get stateside.” She told her, before giving her another tight hug. Then she was whisked away into other celebrations.

Taylor looked through the crowd at her wingman, who was doing all he could to hide his disappointment. She snaked through the crowd until she was in his face, and didn’t give him a chance to speak before she hugged him tight.

Jake returned the hug, breathing deep into her shoulder to let out his stress.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I know you wanted this.” She mumbled.

“I know how much you did, too.” He replied, still holding on tight. “Wingmen or groundmen forever, right?”

She laughed at his terrible pun, grateful to have him at her side all of these years later. “Forever.”

He leaned back. “Go find your pilot. He’s gonna need you.”

She nodded with one final squeeze of his arm before going into the crowd to find her boyfriend. They had been given respite for the evening, however they wanted to spend the night before the early morning call time. Some of them agreed to play cards in Payback’s bunk, while some, like Phoenix, retreated back to their own bunks for quiet.

Bradley and Taylor found themselves in the gym, surprisingly alone. No words had to be shared; they knew what was coming. So instead, they found solace in each other’s presence as they pumped out reps, blowing off whatever steam needed to be blown off.

After they showered, Bradley took her hand and led her through the decks until they found a quiet corner of the carrier, standing on a small balcony that overlooked the dark ocean. They were coasting slowly and by the morning, the carrier would be stationed a few hundred miles from the nuclear plant for staging.

Bradley bumped her shoulder playfully in the peace of the night. “I asked my C.O. to station me at home.” He mumbled quietly, lacing his fingers in hers.

She squeezed his hand. “Really?”

“I think I’ve had enough running around the world trying to figure out what I need in life. It’s always going to be you.” He paused. “And Mav.”

“What are you gonna do?” She kissed his knuckles lightly.

“Thought I could join you and train newbies. If you’ll have me?”

“In the air and on the ground, baby. I’m yours.” She turned to face him more. “You and dad will have each other’s backs up there, right?”

Bradley shook his head with a sigh, looking down at his boots. “I wish I could go back to that day and take back what I said to him. I was so angry. Might be the biggest regret of life, only second to taking it out on you for so long. He’s the closest thing I have to a father, but I’m the closest thing he has to Goose. And I took that from him for a long time. I’m not abandoning him anymore.”

She wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Your father would be so proud of you. Of him. I’m glad I got to know him through the two of you.” She pecked his cheek. “I love you.”

He reciprocated the kiss on her lips. “I love you, baby.”

—

By the time their early morning call came in, Bradley was already gone from her bunk. Not that he was ever supposed to be in there, but Phoenix would kill anybody that tried to confront the couple about it. She didn’t mind taking Rooster’s solo bunk at all during their few days at sea.

Astro met Hangman outside the mess hall, neither hungry enough to eat anything but they still scarfed down a few bites of eggs and something slightly akin to pancakes. Then it was time. Their squad was summoned to their stations.

“You ready, Spare Two?” Hangman extended his fist, and she bumped hers against it. They had picked up their flight gear, completing the routine checkup before making their way out. When they got to the lower deck, their jets were ready side by side.

“Bullshit, I’m Spare One.” She clipped her helmet to her belt as the platform raised up to the main deck. The energy was bustling, a mixture of adrenaline and nerves electrifying the personnel as final preparations were made. It was a chilly, foggy morning, a stark contrast to the hot California sun they had spent the last few weeks in.

Across the deck, she spotted her two pilots. They were standing next to their planes, talking to one another. She could see Bradley’s mouth moving as she approached, but her eyes focused on her father’s solemn face. His Uncle Goose face. God, her heart would never not crack when she saw that face. It would never fail to make her feel sick to her stomach. She was regretting the eggs for breakfast.

Maverick turned as he faintly heard footsteps. He smiled lightly when he saw her but she could tell he was trying to mask the face. “Hey, sweetheart.”

She wrapped her arms around him tight, and he reciprocated with a laugh. Once she squeezed him hard enough, she turned to make eye contact with her aviator. He gave her a small smile, reaching his hand out to her. She gladly took it, mirroring the hug she just gave her father. She took in the smell of his flight suit - a mixture of gas, sweat, and his cologne lingering.

“You both come home to me.” She mumbled into his chest. Rooster and Maverick locked eyes with each other.

“Taylor, baby-”

“Promise me, Bradley. I can’t lose the only family I have left.”

He kissed the top of her head gently, nodding towards Maverick who nodded back. “We’re gonna be okay. Besides we have the best spare out there who will save us if something goes wrong.”

“Don’t inflate Jake’s ego like that, his big ears can probably hear us over here.” She joked, forcing the lump back in her throat as her boys both laughed.

Someone called Maverick’s name, signaling him to climb into his jet. He gave his daughter one more hug. “I love you.”

“I love you. Good luck out there, Captain.” She gave him a salute and he walked away. She turned back to Bradley as they called for him.

He grabbed her one more time, planting a deep kiss on her lips as he cupped her face gently. He could’ve stayed there all day. Forget the mission, forget the world, forget everything but the taste of her lips on his, the lingering smell of her shampoo, the way her hands fell on his chest. But this mission was now, and he had to go.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” She mumbled into his lips, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Show me the way home, honey. I love you.” He replied back, giving her one last squeeze.

Astro watched him walk towards his plane, and if the circumstances were different, she would have enjoyed watching him walk away. She couldn’t resist her man in a flight suit. But she couldn’t suppress the pit in her stomach as he saluted the deckhand, then climbed up into his cockpit. He gave her one final wave as the canopy closed over him.

Astro made her way back to her jet, smacking Hangman’s leg as he climbed up his ladder. She saluted her team then followed suit, starting her pre-flight checklist like second nature, but for the first time ever, she hoped she wouldn't be flying today.

—

Their jets took off in rapid succession and now it was a waiting game. She listened to the six people in the air give comms to one another as they approached land. The pit in her stomach grew even more as the carrier launched a few dozen Tomahawk missiles a few minutes after the Dagger Squad left.

“Jesus Christ.” Hangman mumbled as they watched the missiles take to the sky.

“No turning back now, right?” She looked over at her wingman in his jet. He shook his head in response.

She listened as each Dagger sounded off their timer starts. Maverick had Phoenix and Bob while Rooster had Payback and Fanboy as their wingmen. She could deduce over the first minute that her father had pulled ahead, his wingman staying on him impressively. Astro smiled; Phoenix of course had been the stellar choice. But she also could tell her boyfriend had fallen behind, and the entire crew was yelling at him.

In the midst of the chaos in her ears, she heard one sentence clearly: “Talk to me, dad.” And relief from multiple voices came through. He was back in the game.

Her knuckles went white on her yoke as someone announced two bandits in the air, but it seemed that their team was unnoticed for the time being. Maverick called his climb up the first mountain. Rooster was still behind. Bob called the lock, and Maverick made contact.

Hangman cheered beside her. Miracle #1 had been done.

And then Miracle #2 was completed.

“Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!”

But there was no time to celebrate as the SAMs launched at the aircraft, and the harrowing leg of their mission was upon them.

“Evasive maneuvers!”

She hated this. She hated this. She hated this. The six pilots in the air were yelling over one another, somehow able to keep each other updated on missile locations and countermeasure use. But they couldn’t shake the dozens of SAMs that were closing in around them.

“You’ve got two on your tail, Rooster!”

Oh god, Bradley. Please. Please no.

“I can’t shake them. I’m out of countermeasures!”

And then came the cry that sunk her heart into the depths of the ocean below her: “Mav! No!”

“Dagger One is hit!” Taylor’s stomach dropped as the comm came through. She couldn’t tell whose voice it was, but it didn’t matter. They vocalized the horror in the skies. Her father was hit. Her father was plummeting out of the air. Her father wasn’t responding.

She wanted to cry, wanted to call for him. Anything that she could do to hear his voice. But she wasn’t in the air, so she wasn’t allowed to respond on their channel. She could only listen to her father’s final moments as his F-18 fell to the snowy mountains.

“All daggers floating ECP, you have bandits headed for you.” The tower communicated.

“What about Maverick?” Rooster cried, his voice cracking with fear. Taylor’s eyes filled with tears.

“Dagger Spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover.” Hangman yelled over the commotion, a begging look in his eyes as he watched his wingman’s face turn whiter and whiter as time went on. He had to try, for her.

“Negative, Spare.” Hangman tossed his mask away in frustration.

“Daggers, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage.”

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge. Acknowledge.”

“Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can’t go back.” Phoenix pushed the ache out of her chest, trying to convince the lone aviator despite how much she wanted to turn around, too. She hadn’t seen a chute appear as they flew away. There was no way to know if he was alive, not in their current state. They had to obey orders or risk losing their own lives.

“Rooster. He’s gone. Maverick’s gone.” Bob added, the same defeated tone in his voice.

Astro stayed frozen in her cockpit, listening to the Daggers in the air reason with one another about the loss of their leader, convincing and pleading with Dagger Two to disengage with them. Only a few of their twelve-man team had ever had the haunting experience of losing someone in the air, and none of the flying crew were taking this one well, watching their instructor and friend plummet in a fiery mess. Taylor wanted to jump in, beg the tower to search for her father, let her fly to find him. He was the most stubborn pilot out there. If anybody were to survive that, he would.

“Rooster, don’t be a hero!” Phoenix pleaded.

“I’m not abandoning him anymore!” Rooster finally yelled.

He repeated the same sentence he had mumbled quietly to her the night before, when the world had faded from their eyes and all they had were each other. When they were still invincible in their small corner of the carrier. He wouldn’t abandon him. She knew then that she was losing both of her men today.

Taylor let out a quiet sob as Phoenix told the carrier that Dagger Two had broken off. The Tower continued to order them home, including Rooster. But she knew the inevitable was coming.

“Dagger Two, respond.” “Dagger Two! We’ve lost communications with Dagger Two.” “Dagger Two is hit!”

Hangman watched helplessly as his best friend sobbed in her aircraft when the comm that his signal was lost came through. Rooster was gone. Maverick was gone. Ice was gone. She had lost three family members in a week. How could anyone handle that much loss in such little time?

Once the remaining Dagger jets landed, they were cleared to leave their aircraft. He rushed out as fast as he could, ignoring the four pilots who had seen death in the face. Instead he scampered up her ladder, grabbing and holding her tight as she sobbed over and over, clutching her photos of Maverick and Rooster tight. God dammit, Rooster. He couldn’t even curse at him anymore for doing this to her. And that thought made Jake tear up, too.

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