#also shout-out to their light crew for making him look even more God like Jesus

[melit0n]

The night belongs to you.

📸: Adam Ross

[queenofwerewolves]

I know I should be writing chapter 3 of Future Hope instead but I am currently having a bit of a cold and I wanna enjoy this sick-ish mood to write a little Sick Arc OK dont judge me pls Im gonna finish it soon I swear dont hate me-

Morning has barely rised and dread has filled upon this house, not because of a villian or some potential danger, but because flu season has struck a member of this house and she does not go down easily, even when she's told to do so.

Queen, the leader of Future Hope and the most agressive one in the team, is also the barer of a very weak body, always congested, sensitive skin, bad eyes, and has alot of allergies you'd think she's the female version of Carl Wheezer, and let's not get started on her medicine cabinet to combat her weak-ass immune system. But sadly due to fighting crime, the cold night got the best of her and she got a bad cold, a flu even, but as a people-pleaser, Queen doesnt like to be still in one spot, even sick, she knows she has a duty to fulfill, and currently she's in her office, drawing and animating the newest chapter of her story to her youtube channel, fighting her sickness and her friends's warnings who are desperately trying to get her to rest.

"Queen." Started Togekiss in a stern voice. "I thought I told you to rest your eyes and go outide for a bit." He said.

Sniffling her nose, in a stuffy voice she replied "I said I cant, I gonna work." She said as she pulled another tissue from the box and blew her nose, tossing it to the paper basket next to her bed, her back still turned from Togekiss, who decided not to dwell on it any longer, he signed and left her room, shutting her door behind him and meeting the rest of the Future Hope crew, who were awaiting him to come back.

"Well?" Asked Muffin, with concern in her voice. Togekiss shook his head and everyone groaned in frustration, another one failed to convinced their leader to take a damn break, everyone had a turn, except their final resort: Griff.

They all looked at him with worry, whom he had his arms crossed and didnt want to come to this, but clearly he didnt have a choice, so he sighed and said to himself:

"Tokihanatsu"

With a quick and painless transformation he once more turned himself into Usagijira, the massive Were-Rabbit form he wished himself to become on that magic fountain months ago, and quietly enter Queen's room, who luckily had hear headsets on and listening to music so she didnt hear him come inside, this was his chance. With a gentle swoop, he picked him Queen into his arms and tightened his grips around her.

Maria squeaked in surprise and was ready to hit him, but quickly realized it was just her bunny boy taking her away from her work.. wait, taking her away? This was a trap! She struggled against his arms, trying to break free with little effort. "God dammit Griff let me go!! Im busy!!" She yelled and squirmed into his arms, Griff simply ignored her and brought her to the livingroom where everyone was waiting for him. Maria snarled at their sights, she clearly was pissed.

"E-EEK! S-She's gone feral!! We shouldnt have messed with her! What if she actually turns into one of her beloved Werewolves and kill us all?!!" I dont believe that's possible my dear, and besides, Griff has a firm grip around her! Well done good chap!" Said Rooko and Rooki respectivly.

"I said let me go! Im busy dammit it's just a little cold!!" Maria shouted angrily as she's still struggling in the bunny's grip. "Your Majesty you're sick! We're gonna take care of you but we cant do that if you're exausting your body even more!" Said Muffin with concern.

"She's right." Added Kip, licking her paw. "So we had to force you out of there, it's for your own good." She finished. Griff sat down on the couch, still keep a firm grip on Maria behind his arms, who has still not given up on attempting escape and is now shouting profanities, Togekiss had to cover Muffin's ears to protect her from such foul language.

Blink came from the kitchen with a bowl in her hands, smiling. "Alright Queen, I made you a nice soup, chicken noodle. Im sure you'll like it"

"Im not hungry!!" She spouted in anger. "Dont be like that, it's good to eat" Responded Blink, holding a forkful of food. "Say ah-" Before she could finish that sentence, Queen actually GROWLED at her in pure rage, freaking Blink and making her hand the bowl to Spike in fear.

"Jesus fuck." She said with wide eyes and a small shocked voice, gently pushing Spike forward. "You do it she's crazy" Said Blink. Spike rolled his eyes and groaned, he simply walked forward and kicked her in the shin, making her shout in pain and taking his chance to shove the fork into her mouth.

"MFFHFMHG!!!" Queen muffled with the fork forced in her mouth. "Yeah I dont care just chew" Said Spike, taking the fork out and letting her eat. Whether it was the good warm food or her sickness finally getting to her, her body became limp and she gave up squirming, swallowing the portion of food she had in her mouth, she finally relaxed.

"Attagirl" Said Spike, giving the bowl to Griff. "You make her finish this, I'll get her a drink" Griff nodded and proceeded to feed Queen the rest of the bowl, she seemed calmer and more relaxed with every bite. Bit by bit, every member pitched in somehow. Spooks dimmed the living room lights to ease her eyes but didnt make it too dark, Muffin brought her a blanket, Togekiss brought her a pillow, Rooko and Rooki brought her Werehog plush from her bedroom and Griff put on a movie they could all watch together, soon after everyone was chilling in the living room.

Halfway into the movie, Queen, who was quiet all this time..

"you're all so caring for me..." She said quietly, as if she didnt want anyone to hear. "Of course!" Said Spooks. "We're your friends, we care for your well-being"

"Just like how you do for us" Said Togekiss.

"We love you Queen." Said Griff. "We hate to see you suffer.. Of course we'd-"

His sentence was cut off by a small snore, they all looked and realized Queen fell asleep on Griff's lap, her head against his chest and snuggled with the blanket and holding her Werehog plush.. She looked illegally adorable.

They all looked at eitch other and smiled. "Well now you cant move, it's the law." Said Spike.

Griff looked at Maria, gently tucking a strand of her hair away from her face. "I didnt intend to anyways.." He answered, watching the tiny punk sleep peacefully against his chest.

They all remained in the living room, listening the soft snores of their leader, who once recovered, will once again guide them to victory, to fight against the oppression they swore they fight off together.

To lead them.. To Future Hope..

[writingsfromhome]

Lookalike

Request: Can you do another cone song? Maybe lookalike or maniac? [Can you do it like harry dates a lookalike of you?]

A/N: I know this is way later than I said, I honestly wrote four version of this and deleted them before settling on this one and it’s still not the best. I’m just posting it so I can move on to my other ideas. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Soz it ends kinda on a cliffhanger, I didn’t want to make it super long. It already feels really long.

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It was a humid summer evening, not the kind of evening you wanted to step out in. But here I was, in line with my best friend Jules who’d somehow gotten word of this pop-up club that was recently getting more popular with social media. The location would be dropped in code somewhere online for a limited time and then the rest was just word of mouth. Jules worked as a makeup artist so she usually knew what the “in crowd” was doing. This time, she knew where the club was going to be.

Myself, I was just a recent masters-graduate with low job prospects and big time loans. Always tired, single, and at the moment, very, very sweaty. The humidity was really damaging the effort I’d put in for this night out.

“Do you think we’ll spot Ed Sheeran?” Jules asks, her one true desire. “Then I can finally tell him how much he means to me.”

“Don’t know if this is Ed’s scene,” I tease her. “He seems more like a laid-back pub sort of guy.”

“You’re so right,” she still peers around us. “You hoping to see any celebs here? This one’s the biggest so far I’ve heard.”

His face pops into my head but I slam my guard down. “I’ll be lucky just to find a cute guy.”

“Two of you?” The bouncer asks Jules as we make our way to the front-she looked twelve, and we finally head inside. We’d stepped into a storybook.

Vines and tiny lights covered the ceiling and floors, rays of green and pink lights flash around us and the ground was littered with flower petals.

“Oh my god the seats are trees,” Jules whispers in my ear. This was insane.

“They probably have themed drinks,” I grab Jules’ hand and pull her to where I see the bar. We loved a good themed drink.

“This is amazing,” Jules shouts. “I think I just saw Adele!”

On a second look, we decide it was Adele’s doppleganger but we’re soon preoccupied by drinks. I order a Cosmic Boom and take another look around the open space. It was getting pretty full, people dancing but a lot of people hanging about talking.

Jules and I take our drinks to the dancefloor and enjoy ourselves. This was new all over-enjoying myself. I’d spent the last five months working hard at school, job searching, and then a bit of travel. But I was so busy convincing myself that if I worked hard enough I’d forget about the awful year I’d had. Would forget about Harry and the way he left me.

Nobody would believe it, but Harry Styles was my boyfriend for a solid year. We’d met when I was visiting Jules on set of some talk show. He’d been there, after his interview, and mistakened me for backstage crew. He asked me to show him where his room was. He’d been so embarassed when I told him I didn’t work there, but I volunteered to help him find it anyway. I was just killing time ‘til Jules was done.

We had gotten lost and ended up in this storage space where it was clear stage props were stored. We’d found half a car-cut clear through the middle and ended up sitting inside and talking. It was weird, just an hour before that, Harry Styles was this iconic and unattainable person who lived in the fantasy part of my brain. Sitting in the semi-dark with him, in a half-car, and being only a foot away, he was just another person. A regular bloke who was gorgeous, talking to me about his recent mother’s day disaster while I laughed and told him about something similar that had happened when I was a child.

It was quite silly to think we were going to leave that room the same way we walked into it.

He’d leaned in once quiet had settled down around us, both of us just watching the other, afraid that speaking would ruin the moment. His finger had ghosted my face, hesitating, asking me without really asking me. I’d leaned in the rest of the way to tell him it was okay. That’s when I knew I was a goner.

He was gentle with me, but also entirely self assured, leading the way. I couldn’t keep track of his lips or his hands but every part of my body was alive and I lived entirely in the moment for him.

He’d called me later that night asking if I wanted to have dinner at his place. We knew we had something good going. So we kept at it.

Until five months ago.

“Y/N?” Jules says in my ear. I snap out of my memories and look to where she’s pointing. And then back to her ecstatic face. There, sitting near the DJ was actually Ed Sheeran.

“Jules,” I say, lost for words. We had to do this now. We had to approach him, now or never.

“I can’t,” she says close to me. “I’m going to vom right now.”

“Come on!” I grab her and try to move her stiff body one step at a time until we’re only a couple feet away. That’s when the group he’s talking to shifts and I see Harry. Harry with a girl on his arm. My Harry.

“What’s wrong?” Jules halts as my own body goes rigid. “Don’t tell me you’ve got nerves now...oh hey isn’t that Harry?”

“Yeah...” my mouth was dry and I couldn’t believe it. He was here, I really didn’t think I’d see him ever again.

“I need to talk to you,” Harry says as I pour my morning coffee. It was the first week of my final semester so I was actually in a good mood, optimistic before all the deadlines hit. I never saw it coming.

“What’s up?” i was so innocent, drinking my coffee with no idea what else was brewing.

He takes the coffee cup from my hands and puts it down, gathering my hands in his. I notice his hands are slightly clammy, that was the first red flag.

“What’s wrong?” I ask again, the anxiety spiking up.

“No-nothing. I was just thinking about how I have to on tour for the next year. You’ve still got school to finish and a great big career ahead of you. I feel like I’m just going to hold you back and I-“

“That’s silly,” I interrupt. “You’d never...”

“I might. I’ll have tour and you’ll have school-“

“Hold on. Are you just trying to say...is it you who’ll hold me back or me who’s going to hold you back?” I asked, confused. How would Harry ever hold me back? I offered to go on legs of his tour with him when I could. I could do my work on the road. Nobody was going to hold anybody back

Harry opens his mouth to explain but I don’t let him get a word in. How dare he try to twist the situation. He should just say what he felt!

“Is that really it? I’m just a regular girl-next-door who’s run out of her luck with the famous superstar? She could never understand your fame, you could never want her in the public’s eye? Is that it? You’re too good for me? You can’t even think about going public with our rel-“

“Trust me you don’t want tha-“

“Don’t tell me what I want!” The coffee had curdled in my stomach and I felt like dry-heaving but I hold it together. I was so in love with this man, to think about living without him was painful beyond comprehension. But all he saw me as was deadweight. The realisation is crushing. “Just leave Harry. Just bloody leave then, I don’t want to see you! After all we had together I’m just deadweight to you? I’m going to hold you back? And yoy can’t eve be a man and say what you really want!”

He’d ruffled his hair, given some explanation, tried to tell me he loved me but I was somewhere else. My life felt like it was falling apart, and I had a lab to teach in a few hours. He was so bloody selfish. I decided I hated him.

“-show him who cares. Go right up and pretend you don’t even know who he is...” I wasn’t sure how long Jules was talking but she was right. I didn’t care about him. This was my night out.

Jules walks ahead and uses her charm to wriggle her way into the small conversation, inserting me right beside her. She knew the business, taking her time to talk to Ed Sheeran so as not to overwhelm him. In the meantime, my eyes catch Harry’s, and it’s like a movie line. Time slows down, I hear the breath I take and see the surprise register on his face. But I let my eyes skim past his, he meant nothing to me. Instead, they land on his girlfriend and that’s where I fight to hide the surprise.

There’s these photos I see online sometimes, you take a picture and draw it in your own style. His new girlfriend was kind of like that. She looked just like me, except slightly off. More like how I looked last year. Since then, I’d grown out my hair and let its natural colour grow in. But I nudge Jules and use my hair as a curtain, trying to tell her to look. She speaks my language so she sees right away and her eyes widen. She mouths oh my god.

I watch from the corner of my eye while pretending to be engaged by Jules introducing what she does to Ed Sheeran. Harry says something to his girl and she laughs. Jesus, even her smile was reminiscent of mine. I try not to stare, using my drink as a distraction but some small part of me-most of me is upset-but a small part of me feels like I’d won. Harry had told me I wasn’t good enough for him, and then gone out to find someone who looked just like me. That gives me the confidence I need to finally look him in the eye. It’s like he was tracking my moves because he looks at me too. He smiles and I just raise my eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he says in that deep silky voice of his. It carries across despite the noise. My heart squeezes.

“Harry,” I say. I let my eyes slide to his girlfriend and she raises a hand.

“Hi, I’m Katy.”

“Hi,” I smile, she’d done nothing wrong except look like me I guess. She looks up at Harry, waiting for him to introduce us. Ugh.

“And this is Y/N, she’s my best friend but she always says she never understands my absolute obsession with your music.” Jules from the right of me catches my attention. She was introducing me to Ed Sheeran-and exposing me.

“Okay. Ouch.” I give her a look which makes her laugh and shake Ed’s hand. Oh my god. “I’m definitely a fan, just not as big as Jules.”

“She’s more of an indie rock girl,” Harry’s deep voice comes from behind me and I’m surprised to find him standing right behind me.

Jules raises her eyebrow at him, glances at me while Harry and Ed talk before interjecting and resuming her conversation.

“I’d say I’m more of a pop girl.” I turn to Harry. I look for his girlfriend but she’d disappeared.

“But that’s not your guilty pleasure,” Harry says and I avoid the tingle in my stomach as he says it. “And Kat’s gone off with her friend, they saw Adele they want to get a picture.” I don’t bother to say it wasn’t Adele. “How’s it going with you?”

He has to lean in close to be heard and I find myself drawing closer to his orbit. I had to be careful here. I remind myself that I hated him.

“Same old,” I say. “I’ve graduated, now looking for full time work. Travelled a bit too.”

“You finally see those tourist traps you wanted to?”

I forgot how intimately Harry knew me, I wanted to forget how much history we shared. But it’s so painfully obvious now that that would be impossible. Even holding onto my hate was proving slippery.

“The Great Pyramids were better than the Eiffel Tower,” I reference an old conversation we’d had. “So I was right.”

This makes Harry laugh and the club narrows down to just us as he steps to the side with me to a quieter area.

We stand in silence for a moment, just watching each other, memorizing the details about each that time had blurred. Like the laugh lines around his eyes, or the depth to his eyes. It feels like he’s cheating with me, with how fiery and focused his gaze is on me. The unspoken words in his eyes.

“Harry I-“ I raise my hand to tell him I should go, I didn’t want anything to happen we would regret. But he takes my hand and puts it to his warm chest. The words leave my mouth as I look at him again. Really look at him. From afar he looked like he was doing better than he ever was but up close I notice the tired bags and the lost look in his eyes. It was the same one I saw in my own after we’d broken up.

This was ridiculous, I tell myself. He left me, I shouldn’t feel bad for him. I’d won. But I want to ask him about Katy, when he looked in her eyes, did he think of mine? And when he looked at her smile, did I cross his mind? I already knew that he saw me instead ‘cause she looks a lot like I did back then. I wanted to ask him and tell him not to lie.

“How are you doing?” I finally break and ask even though I want to ask, is she just a lookalike?

He looks away, his hand letting go of mine. His fake smile is back on his face as he performs for me once again. “Not too bad. I’ve got a break from tour right now so just layin’ low.”

I look around and point to the club around us. “Laying low?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at being caught. “My girlf-Katy-she really wanted to come out to one of these with her girlfriends. She convinced me to come along.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I just smile. My phone buzzed and I see a text from Jules. I look for her in the crowd and she’s staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I give her the everything is okay smile and she looks relieved.

“Jules is overprotective as usual,” Harry notices. What did he expect, I think, when he’s the selfish arse who broke my heart. The small flame of anger reignites as I watch Jules smile at me with caring eyes.

“She just wanted me to hook up with a cute guy tonight,” I say to Harry. “Spending it with my ex kind of kills the vibe.”

There, I’d addressed the elephant in the room. And just as I suspected, Harry gets uncomfortable.

“So I take it you’ve not got a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” I cross my arms. “Was busy travelling...” and feeling depressed at home I don’t add.

“Right,” Harry straightens up. “Well don’t let me keep you Y/N. Sorry to...”

I look up at him, his pause. His apology seems to be about something bigger than keeping me from the rest of the club. But I don’t mention it. I don’t push it. Yes, I wanted to stay here in this corner of the club with him but I don’t want to make it a big deal. I give him a squeeze on the arm to tell him it was alright. He paints a smile on and I walk away even though I want to just stay.

I walk to Jules, tell her I’d get another drink for us. At the bar, waiting for our drinks, I notice Harry with Katy again, they’re dancing with her friends, she laughs, he pulls her closer.

That was us not long ago, before that morning chat. God. I really did hope, in his head, he saw me instead. Cause...he’d been in mine every day since then. I admit it, some nights, no almost every night...I still though about him. I tried to hide it, I did an amazing job at hiding it, but I couldn’t erase him from my mind. The thought almost makes me laugh as I get my drinks...maybe I just needed to find a lookalike.

[phenomenal1500]

The Blood In My Veins | Black Sails

Chapter 34: A Lion's Den

For Chapter 33: Fuego Del Calor click here.

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My cold body shivered and I smiled as I felt a warm hand on my bare arm, knowing it was the one from the blue eyed man sitting down behind me.

I was happy to see that we succeeded, but what I didn't want to think about was climbing the even bigger ship than the one we set on fire.

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(POV Charles Vane)

With my boot leaning onto the higher side of the railing of the ship, I watched the light turquoise sea as my mind went to Naida. It had been a few days after sailing into the dark horizon and her wound was healing better now she had rest. The only thing that concerned me now was the fact that it was getting visible that she was carrying my child.

I could have expected it.

She should be around three months by now and I noticed I was getting even more protective over her. My fear went towards her safety and health and it affected my mood a lot. Besides all that, the men of Teach started to know about her and the kid which wasn't an amazing thought either. Perhaps Teach was right. I definitely changed in a good way which I didn't mind, just, it also gave me something to lose and that uncomfortable feeling bottled up every time I saw the woman I loved.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Teach walked towards me and stood upright, looking down at me.

Wind's in our favor. Should be arriving in Ocracoke in three days' time."

I nodded at Teach and right away felt the feeling he was going to tell me another story because of the strange silence.

"My fourth wife. Constance.... a sweet girl, bright, but she had her notions. Cricket in the house means good luck, a moth in the house, bad. And the bed.... Jesus the bed. No hats on it, no brooms near it, nor any clothes in it that were worn outdoors. Any violation of this brought great misfortune. I mean, for an otherwise sane woman, she had these pockets of complete and thorough madness within her. Although, it's been six years since I've seen her face.... to this day, if I.... if I see a broom by a bed, I have to move it."

I raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of me and narrowed my eyes as I couldn't focus on the meaning behind his weird talking.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"A woman has that power, God-given, to leave her marks on you. And it's far harder to dispose of the marks than the woman who left them."

"You think I'm having second thoughts about leaving Nassau? That that is the mark Eleanor Guthrie left on me?" I furrowed my eyebrows before tilting my head slightly.

"I know it is. And I know that you're conflicted about what you have left behind. But the question is whether you can cling fast to the truth we both hold in our hearts, the truth that makes us of the same mind."

"And what truth is that?"

"That a lion keeps no den. Because the savanna, all the space within it, everything that walks and crawls upon it belongs to him." With unbelief, I stared at the clear ocean again and shook my head.

"When I talked like that, they all looked at me like I was mad-.... They never understood."

"There's hardly any of us who do."

"Sails!"

In the distance we heard a man who I recognised as Reuben shouting, he was mostly serving on the vanguard.

He appeared to be spying the merchant ship sailing before us and as we walked closer he was still watching it until we ended up standing next to the red haired man, leaning onto the railing.

He nervously looked away from his spyglass towards us and lowered his head.

"Three masts."

"Colors?" Reuben suddenly hesitated before speaking up and answered Teach with something I rather not wanted to hear.

"Spanish."

"Signal the fleet. Set a course to pursue." Reuben shortly made eye contact with Teach before nodding and left the higher floor to give the orders around.

Teach was about to break a long tradition of pirates not to attack Spanish ships and was acting totally normal about it. I on the other hand wasn't agreeing with my former mentor.

"It was never a rule. No one ever decided it. It was just something of an understanding. Spanish ships are to be avoided."

"Yeah, for fear of reprisals against Nassau. I suppose that's one less thing to worry about now, then. Wake up your woman." I rolled my eyes before I took action, leaving my spot to, indeed, see Naida.

Walking a few stairs up and then down, being accused by crew members for help along the way, I finally arrived at Naida's hammock. To my surprise she wasn't asleep at all, she was fully awake while staring at the ceiling with her hand laying next to her and the other one on her rib cage. "Naida?" I called, trying to get her attention and she weakly waved at me when she took note of me. I slowly got closer and sat down next to her hammock on a small, wooden side table. She looked pretty rested.

Suddenly, she shot upright and held her hand for her mouth as I grabbed her by her back automatically, trying to comfort her.

"I couldn't sleep.... I'm way too nauseous for that-.... And I miss us sharing a bed." I spotted a small smile being painted on the Captain's face as I gave her a sign she was totally right.

I missed it too, the feeling of her curling up into my side, her head laying on my chest. Hearts beating the same rhythm, same as our breathing being in sync.

The feeling of her warming up my bed, just the safety I felt around her, I indeed missed it.

Naida threw her legs over the side of her swinging hammock and I caught her when she almost fell to the ground.

"Perhaps we need to find another way for you to sleep properly."

"With you, don't forget that." I smiled, an idea popping into my head.

Teach already had a big liking towards her, even trusted her, so perhaps he would let us sleep in his cabin if he was in a nice mood when I asked.

"Naida, we are pursuing a Spanish ship at the moment."

"On Teach's command?"

"Yes. Listen, within an hour or two they or we will board them and I don't think they will surrender."

"Fucking great." She rubbed her temples before sitting on my lap.

"I thought the same.... and.... he wants you on board."

"What?"

"Can you fight without being harmed?"

I looked down at her and out of a sudden her eyes lit up.

"Long range?"

"If that works for you, yes." I nodded.

"Fuck yeah."

"Good." I smiled back before pulling her into a hug.

[tarantinolovesmyfeet]

Off The Table part 2

Javier Pena X OFC

About: New DEA Agent from Texas is transfer over; dealing with her own trauma from her old cases. She’s not ready to trust a new partner or to start over new. (Time set for now before Steven comes in) There will be more chapters to this; not sure how often I’ll update but it’s here.

Warning: Drugs mentioned but if you watch Narcos you know lol 

Chapter 1

They were at the brothel for two more hours, La Quica as Veronica  found out was there to scout girls. The idea was weird but it made sense if Pablo was going to do something big like a party, and a party is where all the drug dealers come together and share trade deals or their own little secrets.  Pena informant told him everything he wanted to hear, and also leaving nothing to the imagination when she was out there talking to Pena and Veronica . Veronica could see her pussy hair all the way from were she sitting in the car. “So, you like them skinny.” Veronica said to him as he chuckled. “Whats with you men and fucking your informants.”  She rolled her eyes before you guys drove off and Pena laughed again.

Since kicking that random john’s ass, Carrillo and Pena gave you way more respect than that did before. They usually added you in last second or telling you about paper work but now you’re apart of the crew. You weren’t afraid to get dirty if you needed to and they liked that. You went on more trips in a car than you did 5 months ago when you got there, one day you were waiting for Pena to take another trip and you felt a pain in your hip. “Ah, fuck.” You whined as Carrillo looked over at you. “It’s gonna fucking rain, this trip is gonna be a bitch.” “How do you know?” He asked with a perked eyebrow looking over at you confused. You just pointed at your hip with a cigarette in your mouth and inhaled deeply. “I got shot two years ago, and the bitch hurts every time it rains. I fucking feel old.” “Ah, in line of duty or?” “Yeah, some informant snitched on me and my partner and let's just say I got fucked up but at least I lived.” You flicked the stick looking over at Pena with a head nod, leaning Carrillo in shock. “Ready to go?” “More than ready baby, are you?” You just walked down the stairs stiffly with no answer to him, and you could feel your head not in the game. You sighed deeply wanting for Pena to catch up, and you laughed watching him and Carrillo bullshit. “You sure you can get down the stairs old man?”

“If you can, I can.” He pointed to your hip and you flipped him off.  “My aubela walks better than you down the stairs; you sure you don’t need a cane.” “I’m more than sure Pena, dont worry about my hips old man, you better keep up when we have to get to running with your bad knees Ese.” You pointed at him with a smirk as he flipped you off. “My knees are good ask any lady around the streets and they will tell you what you need to hear.” Carrillo rolled his eyes at both of you before walking away, and you scrunched your face in disgust as you look at Pena. He sure was certain that he was being flirtatious but you were just wanting him to stop embarrassing himself. “I don’t recall asking about any of that information you just gave me and yet here I am having a dreadful mental image of you on your knees.”

“Just tell me when you dream about it, honey.” He laughed getting in the car as you rolled your eyes getting in beside him. “Sorry, primo but my dreams are always nightmares.” You joked but you were being honest and he looked at you seeing the truth within that sentence and he nodded his head as you nodded yours back.

You sat in the car letting your thoughts escape you; you missed Xavier often and a lot. You tend to wonder if maybe you weren’t so determined to make a name for yourself would you have fallen for Xavier. You guys were extremely close; and there is times that you guys had to cover your ass; so at times you had to act like you were together. Making out to get out of things or for people to assume you weren’t a cop. You never let yourself self indulge in these thoughts but now you’re sitting in a car with your new partner and you fucking missed Xavier. You could feel the ache deep in your chest, a constant reminder that someone important in your life is completely gone and you”ll never have him back.

“Veronica.” You heard dragging you out of your thoughts; you looked over at Javier as he looked almost annoyed. “Where the hell did you go.” He snapped as you snarled your lip at him. “I need you focused here.” “I’m fucking focused.” Veronica snapped back at him as her hair was down today, cascading down her shoulder. “Don’t fucking worry about me. What do you need?” “Be on the god damn look out, have my goddamn six. If you’re busy day dreaming then you can be off of this.” “I’m fucking here.” She growled now as you got out of the car, slamming the door with extra affect.

Veronica knew she shouldn’t be so emotional today but this ache sitting in her chest. She knew she would have to get over it; Javier and her are still new to one another and she didn’t want to ruin what ever their work relationship is. She sighed deeply looking up at the sky with a pleading look in her eye before shaking her head. She looked over to Javier with a nod. “I got you….trust me I do.” She looked at him and he stared back at her just a beat too long, he nodded his head before walking towards the building. The building looked abandoned but Javier and Carrillo apparently got great info about Pablo and their men being here for a little bit. She wasn’t sure how true that was; but she hasn’t gotten enough field work yet to get her own informants to tell her stuff. She followed behind Javier with her gun out just incase; she wasn’t going to lose another partner for not being quick enough. The building smelt dreadful; like toxics and chemicals causing her to wrinkle her nose. “Smells like a drug house.” Veronica said slowly she wasn’t even sure Javier heard her. “You sure Pablo was here?” “I’m not.” He said back to her pointing his gun out into the room next them and they saw nothing but the smell was so strong it was enough to make Veronica sick.

Veronica was used to the smell of weed; and the skunk smell; she wasn’t used to a mixture of chemicals being in the air sticking to the walls in every nook and crack. It seemed like the smell was stuck in the house even if the door stood opened; like a ghost lingering leaving a clue for them. “Clear” She said checking the room as Javier check his room and said the same thing. She stood in the middle of a room the light bright and whitening out the whole room. If there was anything here; it was long gone now. She thought as the smell clung to her; invading her nose and throat. She coughed a few times as her eyes watered; and Javier signaled for them to leave the house. Veronica can see the Javier was pissed off that his tip was a dollar short too late. “Fuck, I thought this was valid.” He snapped as she looked at him before looking up at the clouds as they darken. “It was valid.” She said back to him as he looked at her again as she pursed her lips “Just….a little too late.” “That’s fucking worse!” He yelled kicking at the grass by the house as she sighed looking back at the house with disgust. “At least the police have something to make a case against them.” She said to Javier in english with a twang of her texans accent dripping in her words. She looked over towards the house and the police looking around almost clueless. “What those corrupted fucks?” He responded almost in a snarl; and Veronica looked at him in slight confusion.

She wasn’t sure why Javier was angry the had proof that someone was here at least making drugs so this was a good tip; just a little too late. Someone probably leaked to them they were coming and that’s her main issue; is the leaking. She wasn’t sure why he was upset with them being gone; DEA work has always been cat and mouse; he should know that.

“Pena, did you expect Pablo to be here with his hand on his dick swinging it around just for you to catch him. And if these guys are so corrupted why work with them?” “I have too.” “Ah, so now you have too. But did you; it could just be me and you in there. We knew they weren’t going to be in there you had a pipe dream and even if someone was in there it would be those poor workers being slaved away in a chemical induced hay fever just to get pennies to scrape by to make a living in this god damn world. SO please enlighten me what’s the issue?”

They are far enough apart to see each other chest going up and down with anger; Veronica can see the anger in his eyes as he looked at her. She could feel her cheeks warmed up in the fight as well; she knew it was a fight they were having. Javier too stupid to get his emotions out of a case; and Veronica didn’t have time to baby sit his feelings. The air shifted and the tension was too much for either of them as they stared at each other. “You don’t get it.” He snapped as she rolled her eyes at him. “Sure I don’t, not like i’ve been doing this job for a god damn while. Javier get your head out of your ass for once and realize this is good. We are on a good lead; and we have a pattern, the chemicals we have a list. Jesus, calling me a cow boy when you’re the biggest one. Too stupid to be a detective and too damn hot headed to be a police officer weren’t you.”

“What did you say to me?” He snarled getting close as she glared at him feeling the heat radiate off his body. “I said what the fuck I said.” She snarled back getting into his face. “Fall back Pena, or I’ll show you how dumb you really are.” “I’ll fucking-“ “YO!” Carrillo shouted cutting Pena off as the pair glared at each other. “When you guys are done arguing come back here.”

Veronica was getting under his skin and Javier was getting under her skin. Veronica knows her anger is very apparent today; she wasn’t dealing with no man children. Javier is upset; and she knows he’s right to be upset but he was also being melodramatic. They had so many clues, and he was upset no one was there. They didn’t even have a plan if someone was there and he’s being a damn child. They begrudged walk back towards the house and instantly Veronica feels sick; as she held her breathe. “Cellphones.” He said pointing at it. “They left one.” “We can tap them no?” Veronica said barely holding it together. “I mean if they are trading secrets via phone then we can tap them.” “Are they commies? If they aren’t we aren’t getting a tap.” Javier said sucking his teeth as Veronica looked at him. He was right but she didn’t want to admit it.

In the ride back it was raining and her hip was in serve pain, she bite the inside of her cheek to ignored the pain. She could see Javier glancing at her every once and awhile as she sighed heavily rubbing her hand down her face. She was thankful she didn’t wear eyeliner that day.

“You know…..I think I can get those taps.” She grunted out in pain, and Javier looked over at her. “How?” “Someone there likes me…as a friend. I’m sure I can smooth talk them but it’s gonna take awhile. It’s all about building trust.”

“He doesn’t trust you.” He asked as she lets out a chuckle as she looked at him with a small smile.

“Uh… no he does but you can’t be too wary.” She said back at him as he looked over at her. “I think its more than friendly but I’ve been kinda blowing off hid advances….I would need to be careful on it.” “Advances?” “He asked me to go out for coffee but I don’t want to think Im hot shit. He could just be friendly.”

Javier gave her a once over; staring at her curves then looking back at her face. She was god damn beautiful; and a dumb modest person doesn’t even realize all the people in the office staring at her. He himself as gazed at her; especially when she wear pencil skirts; it annunciates her every single curve; it was enough to chase after her down the hallway but it was just his eyes that did.

“Trust your gut Vargas.”  was all he said before looking back on the road, and her cheeks were warm and her stomach tighten under his gaze.  “Trust your gut.”

[the-dead-skwad]

Secret X Damien Haas X Reader

Thank you for being so patient with me :) I know it takes me ages to post so I’m sorry. Another Damien fluff shit. The only warnings are swearing like always. I have mentioned names of family members, I know you won’t relate to that part but just like change it in your head. 

"Heeeyyyyy! What's up guys!" Your usual loud voice boomed across the set as you spoke to the camera. "Me and the beautiful Damien are here today playing an old spoopy classic in the spirit of halloweeeeeeeeeen!" You picked up the case for resident evil 2 and waved it around. It was the remastered version but still it was going to be as fun.

Damien took the case from your hand "ZOMBIES!" He yelled as loud as he could "Throw back!" and he literally threw the case behind him hitting the back of the set. "So glad you guys could join me and Y/N watching us kill some zombies and possibly poop our pants."

"I hope I don't, I really like these pants." You stuck your leg in the air .

Damien laughed "So if you were wearing pants you didn't like pooping your pants would be perfectly fine?" 

You looked around for a second "Ermmm yeah. Anyway don't forget to subscribe and punch that bell to get notifications! Punch it, slap it, hold its hand, do what you want to the bell. I'm such a hoe for zombies so I'm just superrr excited today!" 

Damien looked at you and laughed "You a hoe?" 

"Big hoe!" You both laughed together. 

As the game started one of the crew members switched the lights off "Oh!" Damien shouted "No one told me it would be in the dark." 

You turned slowly to look at him and spoke in a low whisper "How else do you do anything spoopy?" 

"You really freak me out when it comes to horrors, like you get so into it." "Hoe for horrors." You whispered really creepily. -- The shoot was going so well, your stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. "Quick!" You shouted again "There’s a zombie! There!" 

"I know Y/N I can see it." he turned to look at you for a split second "Ahhh!" A zombie shot out in front of the screen making you both scream.

"Oh you bitch!" you basically leapt out of your seat grabbing hold of Damien's arm and hiding behind him. "Nope!" 

He turned to look at you, "You okay back there?" He wrapped one arm around you. 

"Yeahhh" Your face popped back into shot from under his arm. Looking up at him you smiled, for just a minute your eyes lingered on his face, you noticed so much more than usual. His eyes, his smile, just everything about his was perfect. You soon snapped out of it when you realised you were both just staring at each other in front of all the crew. 

"I thinks that’s enough for now!" Ian's voice came across the set "We'll break for lunch and finish this later."

"So," You turned to look at him as you picked your bag up "What do you fancy for lunch?"

"Well I said to Shayne I'd meet him for lunch, go to the cafe down the road. Wonna come?" 

"As long as I'm not interrupting your man date." Walking towards the office to find Shayne. 

Just out of ear shot "You would never interrupt anything in my life." he answered you. 

--

Lunch was nice, the three of you sat outside in the sun with a coffee and a sandwich. 

"How was the shoot this morning?" Shayne looked at you both. 

Both of you looked at each other before you answered "Yeah it was good. Nearly shat myself at one point but all we have to do is shoot the wrap up." 

"Awesome. Bet its super funny." 

Taking a sip of your coffee you couldn't help but feel something happened between the two of you. Even after all this time of you working and being friends you hadn't really noticed anything. You knew you liked him but work and friendship was so important to you, you didn't want to ruin anything. 

You realised that while you were in your own thoughts Shayne and Damien were just talking so much shit. "Hey." Damien nudged you "You awake?" 

"Yeah." You smiled at him "I was just thinking..." He was looking at you in the same way again. 

Shayne hadn't noticed anything "I was thinking you guys could come on try not to laugh together or we could do who knows best, maybe Damien best friend" He pointed at himself "and on screen girlfriend" he pointed at you "Orrrrr I dunno.. hold on I have so many ideas." 

While Shayne was scrolling through his phone reeling off so many different things the tree of you could do together, you felt Damien's hand slowly touch your knee. He was wayy too much of a gentleman to touch you thigh. As he squeezed your knee you felt your heart jump into your throat. You reached down and placed your hand on his, you moved it up slightly so he wasn't reaching so far under the table. Squeezing his hand lightly so he knew that you were okay with all of this. 

"Damien, what do you think about this?" Shayne shoved his phone in his face snapping out of his daze. 

"Ahhh, erm shnizburtness."

You choked on your coffee "Whats up?" looking at him laughing so hard. "Are you okay man?" Shayne was laughing too "Did your brain break?" "Honestly I have no idea what just happened." His side-wards smile made you heart melt. 

Shayne go up to use the bathroom still laughing to himself. Damien turned to look at you taking both your hands in his. "So what are we doing?" 

"I'm not sure but what ever it is I'm absolutely loving it." 

Already sat pretty close you leaned in a little further. You could feel your heart beating through out your entire body as you pressed your lips against his. It was so perfect like nothing you had ever experienced in your life. It was like your brain turned into fireworks. 

He moved back and smiled at you, he stroked his thumb across your cheek "So perfect." 

"Oh my god! I've just had an idea.." Shayne was on his way back "Just pretend for now that nothing has happened." He sat back down "I think we should do Who knows best.. I question you two. You can fight it out for the spot of main man in my life."

"Awesome!" 

-- As soon as you got back to the office Shayne walked ahead to talk to Ian about the plan. Just before the set the was a door that lead to the costume room. You both knew that no one would be in there as you two were the only ones in this video. He looked at you and smiled. Checking around you to make sure no one could see you, you both went into the room. You only looked at each other for a second before you literally leapt on each other. Your lips smashed together, your entire body was filled with butterfly's. You jumped up and wrapped you legs around his waist. He took a few steps forward pushing you against the wall. Half a rail of costumes collapsed on the floor. His lips parted from yours and moved down to your neck. You threw your head back letting out a small moan.

"Hey!" A voice from behind the door made you panic. You jumped off him and straightened yourself out. The door swung open and Courtney stood there looking at you both. "What are you guys doing?" 

"Nothing," You said nervously "I just knocked this stand over." 

"Why do you look so flustered?" 

"I hurt my toe..." 

"Riiighhttt. They're waiting for you guys ." 

The rest of the shoot went perfect. Ian and Garett were happy to do a 'Who knows best' with the three of you as well. It was going to be hard but you only had to hide your relationship for 3 days. 

--

It as finally the day of the shoot, it had been very difficult keeping you both a secret. There was a couple of times you had snuck off and almost been caught. But from what you guys knew know had clocked on yet. Your plan would work perfectly as long as Shayne didn't know. 

As you stood at your kitchen counter making your coffee to take to work you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You squeezed his arm making him hold you tighter. He left gentle kissed on the exposed skin on your shoulder. "Hmmm. Why did we only just decide to do this?" 

"Well, you've asked this 20 times since we first kissed," You turned in his arms so you were face to face "and how was I supposed to know you liked me as much as I liked you." You gave him a meaningful kiss.

"I guess you could say zombies bought us together."

"What can I say.. I'm a hoe for horrors." 

He laughed at you hugging you tighter "Come on you we gotta get to work."

--

Pulling up in work parking lot Courtney pulled up right by you and Shayne was leaning against his car waiting for the lot of you. He looked at you both as you got out your car "Are you ready to be shameeeedddd as I prove that I am the ultimate best friend?" 

"Of course Shayne.. How ever will I beat you?" Damien shook his head, he watched you as you walked to the offices with Courtney.

As soon as the guys were out of earshot she looked at you "Soooo, how was last night? Did he stay over? Did anything happen? Do I need to  start looking for bridesmaid dresses?" 

"Jesus Court" You laughed at her "No, nothing happened. Me and Damien are just super good friends. All this chemistry is for the fans," As you lied through your teeth all you could see in your head were flashes of the night before. The touching, feeling, searching. My god you had never had sex like it. 

--

On set you were quite excited. It was set up so you sat opposite Damien and Shayne . As soon as you all sat down you could feel Damien’s foot stroking your leg. You raised your eyebrows at him and smiled. 

"Action!" Garett shouted.

"Hey guys!" You spoke to the camera "We're here today to see who knows me best! I've been friends with Damien and Shayne for a few years now and we all know tumblr has shipped me with both. So really I guess its a test for the ultimate ship. We also have the jury sat by our side." You pointed to Courtney, Noah and Kieth sat at the side "They can give a guess if both bots get it wrong."

"So!" Shayne spoke as loud as always "Last time Courtney beat Damien and won the spot of my best friend, I shall prove today that I am the best."

"In your dreams bitch!" Damien laughed at him "Before we start can we just ask you to subscribe and punch that notification bell so you know what we're doing." 

"First question!" You looked at the cards infront of you "How many siblings do I have? Extra points for gender and names."

"Oh fuck!" Shayne said loudly "You have a huge family!" 

Damien smiled at you and gave you a small wink, luckily no one saw him. The camera probably did though. You picked up the water gun off the table and started to pump it "I fully well know they won't get this right."

They both sighed as they finished writing. Shayne went first "I guessed 2 sisters, 3 brothers. Lydia, Kate, John, Johnathon and Johnny." 

Everyone laughed at him, "John, Johnathon and Johnny?" Courtney nearly screamed at him.

"I couldn't think of other male names!" 

"Shyane! There's literally multiple males in this room!" Noah couldn't believe him. 

Still laughing you smiled at Damien "Anddddd how wrong are you?" Even though you were together you would genuinely be impressed if he got it right.  

He spun the board around "You have 4 sisters, no brothers. Lydia, Mia, Ava and your step sister who you don't actually see Jess." 

You smiled and shook your head. You pumped the gun a little more ans shot Shayne directly in the chest making him scream. "Honestly I'm impressed Damien. How in the hell did you know that?" 

"Well you know" He just shurgged "I listen." 

Courtney squeaked "That is super cute." 

If only she knew you thought to yourself. You internally smiled "Anyway next question. This one is easier. What is my favourite thing to order for lunch? I know I pretty much eat two things but I deffo get one thing more." 

It literally took them two seconds to answer which really made you think you should change up your diet. "Damien you first."

"This is also very easy.." He spun his board around "So you either get pad thai, which is most of our favourite but more than usual you get subway chicken and bacon BBQ wrap."

Shayne made a very loud noise "I said chicken and bacon too!" 

"Yep, you're both right.. I seriously need to try more food apparently."

After a list of questions you pulled out the last one smiling to yourself. You looked up at Shayne and laughed to yourself, he was literally dripping wet and Damien had got one wrong. You turned to look at the camera. "If this question wasn't so good I'd just end it here. I mean jesus Shayne! You call yourself my friend."

Damien also laughed "Honestly from this it looks like you guys have never actually met." 

"Okay!" Shayne shouted. "I clearly do not listen to you guys enough. I promise from this day forward I will be a better friend." 

You rolled your eyes at him "Anyway, final question." They started a drum roll on the table "True or false I have a secret boyfriend." 

"What!" Courtney shouted "I mean there’s no way! We would know that." You smiled at everyone "Shayne you first."

He looked around doing that fmaous confused face "I put false... because there’s no way you wouldn't tell us." 

You smiled at Damien as he spoke "So I said true..." He spun his board around "Because Its me." 

The room was silent for a second. Shayne turned slowly looking at both of you "WHAT!" He shputed the loudest you had ever heard him. 

"Wait." Kieth stood up "You two are together... like actually together." 

You smiled at him for the millionth time "Yeah we are." 

"OOOOHHHH MY GOD!" Courtney had now joined in on the screaming.  

You stood up and walked up to him to give him a hug. He also stood up and wrapped his arms around you "Sorry dude, I wanted to tell you but we thought this way would be so much funnier." 

Shayne joined in on the hug "I mean finally!" Then they all joined in for a big group hug. 

You pulled away and winked at the camera. "I just have one last thing I need to do though." You walked back round to your side of the table and pulled out the biggest water gun "I'm sorry dude." You pointed it straight at Shayne "But you did get the last one wrong!"

[darlingpetao3]

Click, Click, Click (Oliver Queen x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Oliver Queen comes in for a photoshoot with Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. Being a fan of the billionaire playboy, will you be able to compose yourself, especially when your colleague has her eye on him too?

A/N: This story features playboy Oliver from before the shipwreck. I also wrote this with no specific character in mind, but Oliver really did seem to fit this story in the end! No smut, but still Hot

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @pinkdiamond1016​

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“Oliver Queen, on set! The star of the hour is in the house, folks!”

You have no idea why the sudden surge of jitters shocks you, but it does nonetheless. You weren’t like this an hour ago, nor yesterday, or last month when it was announced Oliver Queen would be the next heartthrob to grace the pages of Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. You model for its fashion pages, because, yes, believe it or not, fashion plays a significant part in the world of smutty magazines. Sometimes, you even get to keep the lingerie you’re photographed in if it suits your fancy. 

It’s like it wasn’t real - Oliver Queen gracing the inner folds of the magazine, the fact that he’s actually here. But now, merely hearing his name does something exhilarating to your body and your brain. This only makes you wonder how you’ll feel when you have to pose next to him in barely any clothes.

Upon hearing the call to the crew, you push everything you’re feeling down and lock it away. Professionalism is the key. There’s no way you can be fangirling around Oliver. It wouldn’t look good. For you or the company.

“So, you ready for the hunk?”

Your modelling partner in the photoshoot, Sugar, walks up beside you, very much to your dismay. Even though this magazine in particular has done its part in contributing to empowering women’s sexuality and solidarity among each other, you hate who you’ve been teamed up with for this shoot, solidarity be damned. She’s tried to undermine and embarrass you countless times before, and you’ll be damned if she succeeds in ruining this for you.

“More than you know,” you respond, including a fake smile.

“Remember,” Sugar says, touching up her lipstick, “you can’t ask out the stars.”

“Ha, that’s rich coming from you.” She’s done worse than just ‘ask out the stars.’

In your periphery, the gliding body of the one and only Oliver Queen walks by, and both your and Sugar’s heads turn to follow him. God, he is glowing in that white robe covering whatever outfit (or lack thereof) they’ve put him in. What a man…

Okay, keep cool.

It’s not like you’re going to be rubbing your hands all over his chest, feeling him up all over.

It’s also not like you’ve fantasized about this before.

Except you will, and you have.

The crew switches on the massive white lights aimed at the bedroom set -- it’s nearing showtime. You feel you should introduce yourself to Oliver, seeing as you’ve yet to meet him officially. Only in your daydreams.

“Oliver, hey,” you start, catching his attention. You offer your name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” he says. “And it is lovely to meet you.”

BRB, swimming in the pools of those eyes…

“Excited for today?”

“Excited, yeah, definitely,” he laughs a little. “A few nerves, but good nerves.”

Your hand moves on its own to rest on his arm, an innocent gesture.

“As long as they’re good ones,” you smile sweetly. He lights up a bit at that, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. But of course, Sugar has to reappear at this moment. Her arm slinks around his shoulders.

“We’re so glad you’re here with us today, Oliver,” she coos, “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

As Sugar pulls Oliver with her evil claws, the three of you move towards the photoshoot set, wherein you find a massive bed adorned with zebra-print sheets and a couple moody and provocative pieces of art on the walls.

“Alright, everyone,” calls the photographer, “time to drop the robes. Let’s make some magic!”

Sugar is the first to drop her silk covering, now fully on display for Oliver to see. The wardrobe department put her in a pure white lingerie bodysuit and matching white knee-high boots. Yes, yes, she looks fantastic, which is why you didn’t want to be paired with her for this in the first place. You had hoped maybe it could have been just a one on one with Oliver… But no. The higher-ups wanted a threesome for the fashion pages.

“It’s what the public wants,” they said. And who are you to argue with that?

All eyes are on Sugar, which includes Oliver, and that sparks a new level of jealousy within you. Now you have to even the playing field. Luckily, wardrobe decked you out in something even better, even sexier in your opinion. You undo the belt of your own robe and let it pool to the floor, revealing your drop-dead outfit - a black teddy that frames your breasts magnificently, complete with stockings, a thigh-length garter belt and black heels.

If it weren’t for Sugar dragging Oliver closer to the bed, you think he would have stood there in place for an undetermined amount of time, unaware he was ogling you. Point to you…

Sugar helps Oliver undo his robe (as if he needed help, leave the poor guy alone), and this is when you finally get to see his outfit - just a black mesh top and black trunks, exceptionally form-fitting, and have buttons going up the front of them.

Now you’re the one that can’t look away.

The photographer directs you all to get settled on the bed, both of you girls on either side of Oliver. You think you might be the only one who sees his chest rise and fall as he takes a calming breath.

Lights, camera... action.

After the go-ahead, you lean in to touch his shoulder and nestle in around his ear. He smells amazing, first of all, and you decide to plant a kiss below his earlobe. Maybe playing with his hair would look good for a shot too. Not because your fingers have always wanted to feel what his hair is like or anything.

It’s incredibly soft, though.

“Great, ladies,” the photographer tells you and Sugar, “now both you start nibbling where you are. That alright, Oliver?”

“Yeah,” the specimen says.

This only makes you wonder where Sugar is situated, and with a glance, you see that she’s lifting Oliver’s shirt a bit and has the hem of his underwear in her teeth. Tamping down the fire, you do your own bit of teeth-work and play with his ear. Oliver’s eyes have closed now. These pics are going to be stellar.

“Let’s lift that shirt up some more, Oliver.”

With your teeth grazing your bottom lip, you do the honours and curl your fingers into his black mesh shirt and tug. A deadly smirk winds onto his lips. You half-wonder if he pulls that look out in his actual bedroom… You return his sexy smile as if you’re really sharing this playfully intimate scene. The clicks coming from the camera are nonstop, filling the room. Clickclickclick.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous. Oliver, you know what? Can you take off your top? Let’s show some more skin.”

As if he remembers there is indeed a camera and its operator present, Oliver sheds his shirt in one smooth motion over his head. He stares into your eyes, and you see a spark. Starling City’s very own playboy tosses the garment to the floor to reveal his chiselled abdominal muscles.

Good Lord.

This really will be eye-opening for the public.

“Okay, (Y/N), get in there.”

You don’t have to be told twice. First, you let your hand rest on his chest and press your body against him. His arm snakes around behind you so that his hand falls to your waist. His fingers slide against the fabric of your black skimpy lingerie, but his warm palm is gracing the bare skin at your hip. Jesus, his hands are big. The fact that his other one is touching Sugar on his other side stirs the green-eyed monster inside you.

Definitely unprofessional.

Even though you don’t want to, you catch a glimpse of what Sugar is doing to him. Gah. She’s leaving lipstick-laden kisses to his pecs. Not. Okay.

“Turn your body a little more to the camera, (Y/N),” the photographer tells you, so you comply.

But something truly miraculous happens.

Oliver moves his head a little closer to you, reaching a finger under your chin to get you to look back at him. It’s a good thing you don’t live within a cartoon because you’d be that character where their heart beats animatedly up through their chest. Your mouth opens a bit, and now he’s staring at your lips…

Sugar, on the other side of him, is doing her best to try to pull his attention back to her. She wants him to look at her the way he’s doing with you. She wants him to touch her, but it’s like she doesn’t exist to him.

“Yes, perfect!” the photographer shouts. “More of that! You know what…? Sugar, honey, can you step out for a second?”

Your eyes go wide, while his narrow at you. You’re alone. With Oliver Queen. Dead sexy Oliver Queen. All to yourself.

Dreams do come true.

That underwear he’s got on has your full attention again. Honestly, these should make for some great photos… You let your hand glide down to where his V-muscles disappear below the underwear and let it linger there a bit.

“That’s great, (Y/N). Why don’t you play with a button?” And so, you play with the first button with your thumb and forefinger. That’s as far as you planned to go.

With your fingers, that is...

You are sure to look into his eyes, he’s fully invested in this now, whether it’s now his photoshoot persona or otherwise. You want to see if he trusts you, and he gives the slightest nod.

Then it’s like something possesses you - you’re now bending down to his chest on display to tease his nipple with your tongue.

Heavens above, the noise that escapes those perfect lips. There has never been a more beautiful melody that has been heard in this world. And you did that.

The next thing you know, you’re pinned to the zebra-print sheets with Oliver over top of you. Your chest is positively heaving, but yours is not the only one.

“Amazing, you two! I think that's a wrap on Oliver Queen for Plaything! This is going to sell millions, go viral, you name it. All of it!”

It’s over, already?

Please, no, can we just keep going?

You clear your throat, and Oliver moves up off of you, helping you up in the process.

“Well, that was…” he starts.

“Wasn’t it?” you finish breathlessly. You both are now standing in this private bubble of unresolved sexual tension that you cannot act upon. Just great. I’ll never see him again. I should just be thankful this happened.

“It was wonderful to work with you, Oliver.” You stick out your hand at a last-ditch effort for professionalism here. He’s kind enough to shake it. “What do you plan on doing next?”

The corner of his lip tugs upward slightly, and then he clears his throat.

“Oh, this and that,” he replies, “but more presently, I was thinking dinner. Care to join me?”

Somehow managing not to splutter nonsensical words, you manage to say, “I would love that.”

Loophole - you didn’t ask him.

“Great. I’ll have a car pick us up.”

“If you could possibly have them-”

“Use the back entrance? Consider it done.” There’s that famously charming Oliver Queen smile… “See you soon?”

All you can do is nod. You hold your breath when Oliver leans in close and whispers in your ear, “Why don’t you leave that on under your clothes, hm?” and retreats with a wink.

Yup. This lingerie will be ruined before the night is over one way or another.

[taywitchcrafts]

Exception

Requested by: @kingpattillo Prompt: “I don't like people, but you’re an exception” Pairing: Michael Jones/Gavin Free Word Count: 2180 A/N: I’m sorry this is sorta angsty I apparently don’t know how to write anything without angst shjdg it does end fluffy though, promise!! ********** The day they met, Michael decided he hated Gavin. He was loud, obnoxious and clumsy as all hell. Michael wasn't entirely sure Gavin didn't push his buttons on purpose. He seemed like the kind of asshole to do that. The bird noises, the stupid British slang words that made no sense, the way he screeched constantly and made his voice high pitched. Michael just wanted to stick a thumb through his fucking eye and tell him to shut it. But he was useful to the crew, so he tolerated him. Mostly. He wasn't exactly known for being mild-tempered. The way he saw it, the few black eyes he gave him were a warning, and the Brit would eventually get the message and leave him alone. Except, he never did.

********** "Michael" Oh, for fuck's sake. Why did he have to say Michael's name like that? "What do you want, Gavin." "Will you play a game with me?" "Why would I do that?" "Because I'm bored?" "But I'm not, and I'm already playing a game." He gestured to the switch in his hand, the soft cheerful music of his paused Pokemon game filling the momentary silence. "But you could be playing a game with me instead!" "Again, why would I want to do that?" "Because we're friends." "Where the fuck did you get that idea!" "We're not friends?" Gavin's tone was shocked and sad, the look on his face was like he'd just watched Michael kick a puppy- or like he was the puppy Michael had kicked- and Michael wanted to kick himself for feeling bad. He hated Gavin, why did seeing him sad get to him?? He pushed it aside. "No, Gavin. You never noticed that I hate you? Are you seriously that fucking stupid?!" His voice was raised a little, allowing his anger to squash his other feelings as he so often did. It was better to be angry than to be weak, he told himself. He'd never let himself be weak again. "Why don't you like me?" "I don't like people in general, Gavin. And you're the worst of all of them." "...Michael" Jesus, the one time he said it right and he sounded like he was 3 seconds from crying while doing it. "What, Gavin?" He turned back to look at him, but he was already walking away. Thank God, he thought. At least I don't have to deal with him crying. But he couldn't concentrate anymore, a pang of unfamiliar guilt gnawing at him. Fucking Gavin. ********** The heist going wrong wasn't his fault, not really. Sometimes shit just goes wrong. None of the others had known the motion detector was there either. But Gavin was so used to it being his fault, to being shouted at and blamed (usually by Michael), that when nobody blamed him for things he started to do it himself. They all tried their best to reassure the Brit, all attempts unsuccessful. Michael was the only one who didn't try. He didn't want to be cruel- Gavin had actually been super helpful on the heist-but he still didn't like him, and wasn't thrilled at the idea of comforting him. That is, until he got up at about 3am to get a glass of water, and saw a light on in Gavin's room. He poked his head around the door and saw the man huddled in a corner, a blanket around his shoulders. Michael hadn't really seen Gavin since the heist, which was three days before, but it looked like he hadn't slept at all. Gavin didn't even notice him, too caught up in worrying about what went wrong and self-blame. It wasn't until 5 minutes later when Michael appeared in front of him, a hot cup of tea in his hands, that Gavin broke out of his trance-like state. "Michael?" He knelt in front of him, handing him the tea. "I still don't like you, but you gotta stop blaming yourself. Shit happens. Things go wrong. Snap the fuck out of it. We need you." It wasn't exactly nice, but Gavin understood that he was trying. "...Thanks." "Get some sleep." And he was gone. Gavin didn't know when he'd learned how he liked his tea, but paired with the semi-reassuring words he'd just received, it settled him enough to finally fall asleep. He didn't even get to his bed, and Jack found him the next morning passed out in the corner of his room, an empty mug next to his feet. ********** Geoff had tried so hard to avoid pairing Gavin and Michael up, he knew they'd be a great team if they could work past their issues, but he also knew that Michael was far too stubborn for that. Gavin's personality seemed hand designed to piss Michael off, and nobody would dream of asking him to change. Michael would simply have to adapt, however long it took. But this heist needed them together. Gavin was, essentially, the bait. They knew if he fucked something up, he'd distract anyone on the rest of the Crew's scent. And if that didn't work-or if Gavin miraculously didn't screw up- Michael had a fair amount of explosives in his armoury. Michael made no attempt to mask his irritation at the pairing. Sure, the crew needed Gavin, but Michael didn't want to work with him. Jeremy or Ryan would also be down to fuck shit up, and they could at least tolerate Gavin. Goddamn it. ********** "What if," Oh, this will be good Michael thinks, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Your toenails could grow to be as long as your legs?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "What?" "We're in the middle of a heist! Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now?" "I'm bored! We've been here for like an hour. When will the others be ready?" "When they're ready. The UD isn't a fucking easy target. Now shut up so we ca-" Just then, they both received a text from Geoff. "Alright, it's time. You remember the plan?" "Yeah, I'm tripping the alarms, right?" Michael nods. "I'll be right behind you, promise." Gavin smiled at him- why was that so distracting??- before smashing the glass of the bank doors. Well, that's one way to trip the alarms. They weren't in their normal disguises, so nobody would question why members of the FAHC were being so sloppy, and they needed the cops there as soon as possible. Maybe Gavin thought this through? Not too likely. "How are we gonna get into the vault?" Michael smiled, waving some dynamite he pulled out of his bag. "Won't that damage the money?" "The money isn't the goal, idiot. We just need them to think it is." Sirens had begun to sound in the distance just as the door blew, and they made quick work of grabbing what looked like a reasonable amount of money before making their way back to the foyer. They were well and truly surrounded, but this wasn't even half of the cops in the city. Definitely not enough to keep the others from being caught. "Dude, get back!" Michael shouted as he threw one of his grenades into the foyer. This served the double purpose of keeping the cops outside of the building- they wouldn't enter with the knowledge that they had explosives- and ensuring that plenty of backup would be called. What he hadn't accounted for was Gavin being a little too slow, and it wasn't until he heard the Brits pained scream that he realised he'd been caught in the blast. "GAVIN!" He screamed, code names and hidden identities completely forgotten. He hurried to the younger man's side, way more panicked than someone who hates him should be. "I'm okay Michael. Just... Just caught my arm a little." He was struggling to breathe through the pain, and Michael was at a loss at what to do. Upon further inspection, the injury wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Rather than the explosion catching Gavin directly, it seemed that his arm had been burned. It was still pretty terrible, and the smell of burning flesh was almost overwhelming, but Michael couldn't bring himself to care about anything but getting Gavin to safety. "Just hold on a minute, Gav. I'm gonna call Jack." Their escape plan had hinged on Gavin being able to drive, which obviously wouldn't happen now. After a short conversation, the UD heist was called off, and the Crew on their way. Michael still hadn't stopped apologising when they arrived, even though Gavin had passed out from the pain. None of them had ever seen him like this. ********** Gavin spent the next 3 weeks in bed, much of it against his own will. The young man had always had too much energy, and bed rest ironically left him restless. This was the usual for Gavin when he was injured. The real surprise came from Michael, who spent those weeks at the end of Gavin's bed, even when he slept. He brought him food and helped him eat, he dressed his wounds, he played games with Gavin when he got bored. They all knew that this was guilt, that Michael was letting the feeling that Gavin was hurt because he didn't do good enough eat away at him, and none of them could convince him otherwise. It wasn't until the fourth week, when he sat outside the bathroom while Gavin was showering and got shouted at to "just bugger off, Michael!" that he left his side. After that incident, he was nicer to Gavin. It seemed a mixture of guilt and proximity had led to, at the very least, some form of respect between the two. ********** They grew closer as time passed, though it wasn't particularly obvious. When Michael shouted at Gavin, it wasn't mean or borne from hatred anymore. He was still angry at Gavin, he would probably never stop being irritated by him, but he also saw the hilarity of Gavin's clumsy foolishness, and they would be laughing with each other 5 minutes later. Michael would play games with Gavin if he was asked, and launching himself across the table to wrestle with him became a rarer, much more playful occurrence. They still didn't work together a lot, not many heists called for a pairing quite as dangerously explosive as theirs, and Michael would still fuck Gavin over if doing so wouldn't seriously harm him or the heist. Their dynamic was the same in many ways, but where there was anger and hatred before, a friendship had begun to form. Only Michael and Gavin really knew it was more than that. ********** Was Michael really about to do this? Had their relationship even gotten this far yet? They'd kissed a few times, and Gavin had fallen asleep on his shoulder more than once. This was... Well, it was something a boyfriend would do and they hadn't decided whether that's what they were just yet. But he knew Gavin wouldn't mind. He knocked softly. "Michael? What's wrong?" "Just uh... nothing it's stu-" "Michael..." He sounded concerned as he took Michael's face into his hands. His eyes were a little red, and he looked like he hadn't slept much in a while. "Tell me." "I just had a nightmare... didn't wanna be alone" He mumbled, a little embarrassed. Michael hated showing his softer side, hated being vulnerable. Sometimes it was necessary, he knew that, but that never made it any better. "The Liberty decoy job again?" "Yeah..." Gavin pulled him through the door and onto the bed, kissing him softly. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, okay? I'm here and I'm not hurt. Promise." "Can I stay tonight?" "You can stay every night, I like having you around." Michael smiled, reaching down to take Gavin's hand in his. "Hey, Gav?" "Yeah?" This was definitely too much too soon, but he'd realised months ago and he had to tell him or he didn't think he'd ever work up the courage. No time like the present, right? "I love you." A cheeky grin spread across Gavin's face. "Really? I thought you didn't like people." His tone was mocking, but Michael knew he was just doing his thing, taking every opportunity he had to be a little shit. "I don't like people. But you're an exception." There was a few seconds of silence, and Gavin looked down at their hands, gently rubbing his thumb over Michael's knuckles. "I love you too, Michael." He looked back up, placing a gentle, loving kiss on Michael's lips before pressing their foreheads together. "I'm glad you don't hate me anymore" He whispered, after a few minutes of silence. "Me too." The pair would eventually fall asleep- as close as they could possibly be- but for now they were both content to sit like this, listening to the other breathe softly and hoping that they got to do this for the rest of their lives. For the first time in his life, Michael was glad he'd had a nightmare that night. Being this close to Gavin made it more than worth it.

[drabblesofrapture]

Ayo, Mod Vicey again. Did we do an Among Us AU? The answer is HELL yeah, we went HAM on the Among Us AU.

There’s only three scenes and headcanons, but they’re worth sharing. Can you guess the imposters this round?

CW: Murder, blood, gunshot, character death

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Selena peered into Electrical, squinting into the darkness. “Man… Why don’t we have lights in here, Ollie? Isn’t Electrical a place where you WANNA have lights?”

Scoffing and striding forward, he waved his hand dismissively. “No. Corporate decided it’s too much of a ‘fire hazard’ to have any more electronic equipment in here.”

Wires were strewn about the floor; Selena found herself staring at them, treading carefully to avoid tripping. “... Er… isn’t it ALREADY a safety hazard?”

“Oh, no fucking shit, ya bloody genius!” Oliver snapped as he turned around the corner. “I swear, I keep telling Corporate how to fix this damned ship, and they keep ignoring me! Like I don’t know what I’m doing! I only graduated top of my class, I’m only an ENGINEER, I-“

The gunshot was what made Selena finally look up, jumping back. Her ankle caught on one of the wires, and she yelped as she fell over backwards. As she swore out loud, reaching down to untangle her boot from the mess, she swore to herself that she could hear an unfamiliar metal creak.

It was a few moments before she was finally able to stand up. She brushed herself off, then slowly crept towards the corner. “... Uh… Ollie?” she called out. “Are you there?... Hello?”

Then she looked down, screaming and falling over again.

White suit and little crown attachment bloodied, Oliver’s body was splayed across the floor. He’d taken a shot to the head - there was a clean bullet hole in the plastic visor, and red liquid was seeping out from underneath his helmet.

Scrambling, Selena ripped her backpack from her back, digging blindly for the megaphone-like device connected to the intercom. As she yanked it out, she nearly dropped it again, having to catch it three times before she was able to grip at the handle, pressing the button.

[DEAD BODY REPORTED. DEAD BODY REPORTED.]

With a white flash, the entire crew was teleported to the cafeteria, some of them with their hands raised, having been interrupted in the middle of doing tasks.

Groaning, Jeff was the first to speak, taking his helmet off and putting a hand to his face. “Selena- I was literally on the LAST step of starting the reactor-“

“OVVY IPH PHCKGIN’ DEAF!”

“What?” He snapped.

Selena scrambled to take off her helmet, throwing it across the room. “I said, OLLIE! Is FUCKING DEAD!” she screamed, throwing her hands in the air. “We were in electrical- and I tripped- and he was talking- and there was a gunshot- and then I tripped- and then-“

“Jesus, Selena, slow down!” Derek said, holding his hands up. “So, he’s dead in electrical?”

“YES!”

Jeff sighed, looking at Derek. “Did you see anybody else enter on the cameras?”

Derek frowned, shaking his head. “I didn’t see anyone enter electrical besides Selena and Oliver.”

“But he FUCKING DIED!” Selena cried out, grabbing her backpack. “Somebody shot him right cold in the fuckin’ FACE, mid-SENTENCE! Look, it wasn’t ME!” She tipped her backpack over, shaking out the contents. Oreos, granola bars, her megaphone, and her task list fell out, along with a few pieces of crumpled up paper. Besides the rubber band and paper clip that seemed to have no use at all, nothing out of the ordinary came from the backpack. “I don’t even HAVE a gun!”

Johnathan sighed, taking his helmet off and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, Roxanne and I didn’t do it,” he said. “We were in O2, and Navigation. We cleared the filter and stabilized steering.”

“I’ve forgotten the reactor code, so I’ll probably have to start over,” Jeff muttered. “Derek and I were on cameras for a while.”

“Jazzy and I were in Med Bay,” Takeo said confidently, giving them all a thumbs up. “I watched her scan, and I was inspecting samples. You know. Waiting. Doing things.”

Jazzy snorted, leaning and propping her head up onto the table. “I’m ‘things.’”

“Oh god-“ Takeo’s face was red under his visor as he leaned back, eyes wide. “Jazzy, NO-“

“So nobody else was in electrical?” Jeff asked, furrowing his eyebrows.”

“There HAD to be!” Selena shouted, throwing her hands into the air. “I heard a door and everything!”

“... What?” Derek asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “... Selena… there’s only one door into Electrical. What do you mean you heard a door?”

“Metal!” she shouted, putting her hands onto the table. “Something metal! I heard it open and everything!”

“There’s… There’s no other door…” he muttered, putting a hand to his chin.

The group looked at Selena for a while as she stammered, trying to make sense of what she’d heard. All of a sudden, Takeo snapped his fingers. “Hey, hold on!” He said. “What about the vents!?”

“The vents?” Jazzy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” He said, looking at her. “We noticed that, right? That the vents are big enough to fit a person?”

“We don’t have the tools to open those vent doors, Takeo,” John said boredly. “Come on.”

“No, no!” Takeo stood up, pointing at John. “The imposters! They can SHAPESHIFT, remember? What if they can- like- shapeshift into the tool they need to open the vents? Then they could go in at any time, and they could close it too! Nobody would know!”

“Hon, that’s…” Jazzy trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows. She sat up, her ears perking up with her. “... That’s… That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Yeah!” Takeo said, pumping a fist into the air. “And guess where we also saw a vent door, babe?”

Jazzy’s eyes widened. “In… In electrical. Around the corner.”

Selena slammed her hand against the table. “That’s where Ollie died! Takeo, you’re a genius!”

“Wait, wait…” Roxanne held her hands up, looking concerned. “Does… Does that mean they’re in the vents? We have to be careful of the vents?”

The thrill of discovery turned to the quiet fear of it. The group looked at each other with wide eyes as the fact sank in. The vents. The Imposters could go anywhere they wanted undetected, as long as they used the vents.

The buzzer sounded. The allotted meeting time was over. Back to tasks.

[midnight-lovestruck]

Carrie (2013) - If The Bullies Were Nastier

Just as the title says. Originally, there were going to be scenes with more bullying in the 2013 adaptation. Sadly, they were cut. The bullies in Peirce's version didn't feel as nasty and cruel as the bullies in the Carrie 2002 film. Those girls were horrible to Carrie, and their hatred for her really radiates! I had several ideas in my mind for ways that this could've been shown in the 2013 film. The cyber-bullying aspect in the 2013 film was done in a nasty but brilliant way, but I think there should've been more direct, face-to-face moments with these girls being horrible to Carrie. After all, this way it’d be very easy to root against them, and their comeuppances would be very satisfying. Not to mention, all of what Carrie goes through (in what’s written below) is a sad and unfortunate reality of many kids going to school.

Below are some ideas for scenes that I've had on my mind. Also, some of these scenes are changed, as the film was going to be more faithful to the source material.

Water Volleyball Scene

A girl is shown walking towards the camera, wearing a black swimsuit and holding a towel close to her chest. Her shoulders are hunched up, and she trembles as she walks. A male classmate walking in the other direction rudely bumps his shoulder into her’s.

“Watch it, freak!” he rudely says. The girl winces as she rubs her right shoulder. She then turns her face to the camera, showing who she is - Carrie White.

Carrie’s eyes dart around nervously. Her eyes land on entrance that’s on the wall to her left. She’s suddenly apprehensive, as she sees THEM emerging from the entrance of the locker room - the mean girls.

- Chris Hargensen, Tina Blake, Sue Snell, Heather Shyres, the Watson twins (Nicki and Lizzi), Rachel Spies, Jessica Upshaw, Myra Crewes, and Rhonda Simard are walking together, laughing and chatting happily. Chris takes notice of Carrie, staring the latter up and down. Carrie slowly walks towards the edge of the swimming pool, and stands by it. Chris continues to stare at her. She leans towards Sue and whispers to the latter, who turns her head to look at Carrie. They both snicker at Carrie.

- Chris rudely bumps into Carrie, and in a cold tone says, "What are you looking at? You like that, Carrieta? Wipe that smile off your face!" Leaning and getting into Carrie's face as she does so. Then she walks away, giving Carrie one last dirty look. The other girls walk by giggling. Carrie sulks and looks down. Carrie hears the sound of the whistle, and turns around. Some of the other girls walk by, while a few others linger on behind. Nikki elbows Carrie in the back, causing the latter to fall into the swimming pool.

- During the water volleyball game, nine girls are clustered together - Chris, Sue, Tina, and Rhonda among them - while Carrie is standing just a few feet away, cast out and feeling left out.

- When the opposing team hits the ball, Carrie and Chris both run towards it, but they end up crashing into each other, and fall to the ground. The other girls on their team begin shouting at Carrie, as she quickly gets up and hurriedly backs away from Chris. The girls then proceed to help and tend to Chris, who just gives Carrie a terrifying death glare but says nothing.

- As the game continues, Carrie is at the front, trying to block out the stares of the other girls. Chris continues glaring at her, while the others snicker. Tina gets ready to hit the ball. Before she does so, she and Chris exchange looks and smile deviously. Tina then accidently-on-purpose hits the ball at Carrie's head, who yells and falls to the ground. All of the girls in class, except for Miss Desjarden, burst into laughter. Tina mockingly says, "Sorry."

- In pain and clutching her head, Carrie is then told by Miss Desjarden to sit out, as the latter rebukes the rest of the class. The scene ends with the girls laughing a little more before continuing on with the game, as Carrie sits on the sidelines feeling miserable.

Locker Room Scene

- Carrie is the last to come in and shower. Sue and Chris are among the last of her classmates to finish. As they leave, they look at Carrie. "She is such a freak," Chris whispers angrilly in a tone that's loud enough for Carrie to hear. Sue giggles in response.

- When Carrie is done showering and heads cautiously to her locker, she gets hounded by the other girls.

- "Carrie," Jessica starts, "did you gain weight? You look fatter than yesterday. Overeating again?"

- "Probably," another girl remarks.

- "Are you going to the prom, Carrie?" Tina asks, as she walks over to where Carrie is. Carrie ignores her. Tina roughly pinches Carrie's shoulder.

- "Is Jesus taking you to prom? Do you want Jesus to take you to the prom?" Tina mockingly asks, pinching Carrie's arm as she does so. Carrie flinches, but says nothing. She just looks helplessly inside her locker. The other girls giggle.

- As this is happening, Sue notices something - the blood of Carrie's menstruation hitting the floor.

- "You FREAK!" Sue shrieks. Carrie jumps, looking at Sue with a frightened expression. "You're bleeding! Oh my God!" Sue yells in anger and shock.

- Tina notices this. "What the HELL?!" she shrieks, backing away.

- The other girls let out groans and yells of disgust, while some start to laugh. They walk up to Carrie, forming a half circle around her. Chris in particular is watching this with stunned delight. Carrie trembles, wondering what they're getting on her case for this time.

- "Go clean yourself up! What's WRONG with you?!" Sue angrily yells at Carrie. Carrie just looks at all of them helplessly, covering herself with her towel.

- Giggling, Heather remarks, “Look down. There's blood."

- Carrie looks down. Seeing the blood, she lets out a hysterical scream. She's cut off when a pad hits her face. The camera reveals the thrower to be Chris.

- "PER-IOD!" she chants.

- Then the other girls begin chanting. Chants of "period!" and "plug it up!" fill up the locker room. Then they take out pads and tampons from the dispenser and their own bags, and proceed to throw them at Carrie. Carrie is crying now, as she is backed into the shower area. Chris takes out a camera, with Tina leaning close to her. The former begins recording Carrie. Carrie covers her face. "No! Don't record me!" she begs. The chanting grows faster, as more objects continue to be hurled at her. Sue laughs and yells, "Just plug it up!" Carrie starts to sob.

- "It's just your period!" Chris happily says.

- "You're GROSS!" Nikki yells.

- "You're a FREAK!" Lizzi also yells.

- Carrie lets out a wail and then collapses in the shower. The overhead lights flicker a little. Whimpering and clutching her stomach, she backs herself against the wall. Finally, the chanting and throwing stops. However, the girls continue giggling at Carrie. Sue, looking upset and understanding it all now, says, "Guys, I don't think she knows it's her-"

- Sue is cut off as Miss Desjarden then enters the scene.

Before and After Being Sent to the Office

- Carrie is sitting outside the office on a bench, waiting to be sent in. Two rascal boys, Greg DeLois and Harry Trennant, are sitting next to her.

- “Hey. Hey, c**t! Look here! C'mon, Carrie! Just look here for a second!" Greg excitedly whispers to Carrie. Carrie looks at him. Greg makes a very crude "blow job" gesture, while Harry laughs. Frowning, Carrie just looks away.

- Carrie furiously storms out of the principal’s office after she’s done. Greg and Harry see her and snicker.

- “Church s**t!” Harry rudely calls out to her. Greg laughs in response.

Back To School on Monday

- Margaret drops Carrie off at school. Carrie gets out, and tells her mother she'll be alright. Margaret drives off. Carrie is dejected when she sees the other girls nearby the school entrance. The nasty eight are there with Billy, watching the video of the "incident" that Chris posted online. Chris shows it to Billy, murmuring to the latter, "She got her period." They all stare and giggle at Carrie as she walks past them.

- Carrie enters the school. She sees Billy and Henry nearby, to her dismay. Upon seeing her, they both get excited.

- "Hey, guys, look! It's Creepy Carrie!" Billy shouts.

- "More like BLEEDING Carrie!" Henry yells. They, along with other kids in the hallway, burst into laughter. Carrie just walks straight ahead, trying to block it all out. "Period!" a boy walking by yells in her face. "Plug it up! Plug it up!" a few girls standing next to a locker chant. "No, don't record me!" one of them cruelly imitates Carrie, before laughing with her friends.

- Carrie finally makes it to her locker, and sees what's written on it in giant, white, capital letters on it: CARRIE WHITE EATS S**T! Mortified, Carrie opens her locker. Behind her, the mean girls walk by, with Sue looking on dejectedly.

- As Carrie gets her things from her locker, a boy runs up behind her and empties the contents of two ketchup packets on her head. Carrie screams, and the other kids laugh even more. Some of them start to chant "Plug it up!" Quickly getting her things, she runs off to the girl's restroom, just before a teacher storms in and asks what's going on.

- Carrie enters the restroom. She comes face-to-face with Sarah, Tina, Emma, and Heather.

- "Hey, GUYS! The weirdo's here!" Tina says with fake glee. Carrie tries to leave, but Heather then blocks the door.

- "Oh no, guys. I think her hair just suffered from a period," Emma says with mocking sympathy.

- "Here, Carrie," Sarah says, taking out a tampon and throwing it at Carrie. "You look like you could use this."

- "You're welcome, Carrie," Heather says, as she and the others leave. Finally, Carrie is left alone.

Classroom Scene

- Carrie enters Mr. Ullman's class. To her dismay, she sees a couple of pads covered in ketchup lying on her desk. Growling, Carrie takes them and throws them in the trash. Turning around, she then sees Tina standing close to Mr. Ullman, flirting with him. Tina is showing him something on her phone. Though Carrie can't see it, she can hear what it is. It's the video of the shower incident. Both of them look at Carrie and giggle. Carrie says nothing, and decides to look outside. Just as class starts, Tina walks over to Carrie's desk and says, "We were only trying to help you. You were too stupid to know what a period was, so you know. It's your own fault." Carrie just looks down at her desk, as Tina smiles and walks away.

Tuesday

- The word has spread around that Chris is suspended and kicked out of prom.

- Carrie is at the library during first period. While there, she sees some of the cheerleaders looking at her and giggling. She then sees that they’re watching the video of the shower incident on one of the library computers. Frowning, Carrie walks away as the cheerleaders giggle.

- When Carrie is sitting alone at lunch, the mean girls glare at her, sitting at a table not very far away. The bell rings. As the girls get up and make their way towards Carrie, Carrie immediately gets up and leaves the cafeteria.

- After fifth period study hall, Tina, Nikki, Lizzi, Emma, Heather, and Sarah corner Carrie in the hallway.

- "So, you're happy aren't you?" Tina asks, glaring at Carrie.

- "Chris is suspended, and BANNED from prom," Lizzi angrily remarks.

- "All thanks to you," Nikki angrily says.

- "But, I didn't-" Carrie starts to say, but doesn't say as Tina cuts her off. "Shut up," she says. Tommy, watching it all, then decides to intervene.

Wednesday

- Carrie and Tommy are both in choir class. Heather is also there, who notices how Carrie is looking longingly at Tommy. At the end of class, Heather stops by where Carrie is sitting, and harshly says, "I saw what you were doing. Tommy's with Sue. You already got Chris kicked out. Don't even think about stealing Sue's happy night. Understood?" She leaves, leaving Carrie feeling confused and sad.

Thursday

- Tommy asks Carrie out after fifth period study hall. Tina watches this from afar. Carrie accepts. Carrie goes into the restroom, still trying to process all of this. She feels happy. Tina walks in. Carrie sees her. Neither says anything to the other. "Why was Tommy talking to you?" Tina says in an interrogative tone. Carrie says nothing and leaves, smiling as she does so.

Friday

- Carrie goes shopping after school. Tina, Emma, Nikki, Lizzi, Heather, Sarah, and Chris watch her from a distance.

- "See? Can you believe it?" Lizzi remarks in disbelief.

- "Tommy Ross and Carrie White," Emma haughtily remarks.

- "I hate her so much," Chris growls.

- She gets encountered by Chris as she leaves the dress shop.

- "So," Chris starts, "it's true. You're going to prom. Wow. I really had to see it to believe it, didn't I? Poor Tommy, though. I don't know what he was thinking. If you ask me, he's better off dead than going to prom with you." She chuckles, as Carrie glares at her. "What? I'm kidding! God, you take EVERYTHING too seriously! Like, you know, last Friday..." Carrie says nothing. "Well, anyway. Have fun!" She and Carrie then part ways.

Prom Night

- Carrie and Tommy enter prom. Several students stare in shock and disbelief. Carrie sees the mean girls. They're staring at her with disgusted anger.

- Later, she and Tommy are led to their tables by Nikki and Lizzi.

- "Oh my GOD! You look so DIFFERENT, Carrie!" Nikki exclaims.

- "Yeah! For ONCE, you're not ugly, I mean, NOT wearing those weird clothes!" Lizzi exclaims.

- "And, you're positively GLOWING! Your greasy acne's gone. What's your SECRET?" Nikki exclaims.

- "I can do magic," Carrie simply replies. The twins can only awkwardly chuckle and look at each other.

- Later, Tina drops the ballots on Carrie and Tommy's table. "Good luck, kids," she says in a flat tone, smirking. "You've got MY vote."

- After Carrie is DRENCHED in pig's blood, and Tommy is killed by the bucket, Carrie tries to leave. Tina then plays the video of the shower incident. EVERYONE LAUGHS! Some people take out their cameras and aim them at Carrie. As she runs though the crowd, Heather shouts, "You still eat s**t!" Then, Lizzi trips her.

Carrie leaves, having been humiliated for the last time...

[lildowdow123]

MLQC Guys being jealous (slight NSFW for Vic and Lu)

Hey everyone, I'm glad that people like my last piece so I decides to make another one. Hopefully you guys like it too. There may he some spoilers. If so I'll put it in ** so you can just be a Goldman and avert your eyes. Btw, in these, you're dating the s/o in question just to clear up any confusion

Also, feel free to drop me a message to ask me to do a particular scene. If I can, I'll do it

Exel own the bois

Lets get to it

Victor slight NSFW

Normally, its us who has our green eyed monster rear its head. Contenders for our medusa stares are socialites wanting to get a piece of Loveland's most eligible batchelor (like Chik) , the new pretty interns who spends a little too long with Victor

It is a rare event when the tables are turned and it is Victor questioning himself on weather he has it in him keep you with him. But rare isn't a never

At events like the LFG charity ball or an Investors evening, any occasion where MC dresses up and gets a little fancy, the CEO's blood pressure begins to rise when he sees how much male attention you get. Not in a creepy possessive way. More a jealous way.

You're chatting with another business owner, just making polite conversation with the man. Of course you get compliments on your outfit or maybe your hair. You're god damn gorgeous

The conversation gets more and more friendly. Small lines are dropped here and there like "Wow that colour really goes well with your eyes" or "It suits your figure" until soon enough he is asking you back to his place after this

You're a little taken aback by the offer at first. "Oh I'm really sorry.." you try to start. A shadow looms over you. The charming sexy devil in his suit has arrived

An arm finds his way around your silk covered waist, pulling you to him. He won't say anything unpleasant or nasty, the boi has decorum but he will make sure this man knows you're his

"Who's this MC?" Victor asks, his cold stare not moving away from the other man. He will hold his free hand out for him to shake while he introduces himself, not giving a damn about the mans name. He wont be around you two for much longer

"Victor Li. I'm with MC" and with that, the poor other man knows you're not available

His chit chat is far less flirtatious now that LFG's bossy bitch is standing with you anchored to him

After the event, when you two are driving back, feel free to give him a small rant on how the other man was just being friendly and that he shouldn't have scared him shitless. He may not take it seriously and argue that he was flirting with you and that he will not let someone else lure away his woman

A long night of jealousy/make up sex will follow as soon as you get back to his place. He will dirty talk you sometimes if you make him jealous. Things like "do you like my cock? Only I can make you feel this way" He'll take you all night and make sure that you have forgotten all about the other man

Kiro

Tbh, I find it really hard to imagine Kiro getting really jealous. He is always so bright and cheerful that it would be hard to see his green eyed monster. So forgive me if this is a little wishy washy

You and the backstage team are preparing for an episode of your show which Kiro will guest star in. He is getting prepped to be in front of the cameras when he sees you talking to one of his crew. It's pretty normal stuff. Communication between your team and his team is key to make this run smoothly so he doesn't pay that much mind. He just watches Miss Chips pull the concentrated face you make (also, it's been pointed out to me by another Tumblr writer that MC is an acronym for Miss Chips) because it's cute to see you get passionate about your work

That is something they all really appreciate about you

His attention is turned away from you and back to his makeup artist who is nearly done and just needs him to close his eyes for some setting spray but when he opens them again, the stagehand is much closer and leaning in for a kiss.

Miss Chips is leaning back away because she is already in a relationship with Kiro but the boy just keeps closing in.

Not on his watch *SPOILER: He has to stop himself from having a full on Helios moment with the guy*

"Hey, Miss Chips. I'm ready do you need me anywhere?" You hear the chipper voice of your star and boyfriend call out as he walks up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead. Stage boy backs up a little, seeing Kiro place his metaphorical stake on you.

He won't scream or shout or threaten violence on the boy. No, his way of expressing this jealousy is much more passive aggressive way. His smile will still be bright and his voice as happy as ever but after MC explains that she was just telling the guy that she needs the lights checked or something, he adds "so please do that now" in the most delightful tone he could muster

He might as well have said fuck off to the guy

He wont wait until they have privacy, he will make out with his MC as the backstage crew busy themselves around they, pinning the rest of you to the wall *SPOILERS kind of like that Kiro Kiss date* May earn some raised eyebrows from Kiki and Willow and a huff from the make up artist as his lip balm gets all over you.

Gavin

*SPOILERS I MIGHT AS WELL JUST PUT IT HERE BECAUSE THIS ONE IS KIND OF ONE BIG SPOILER THROUGHOUT ALSO, THIS ONE WILL NEED A FEW SMALL THINGS LIKE PEOPLE FORGETTING YOU EXIST THINGS TO NOT HAPPEN. OK?*

One word is needed to explain how BirdCop will get jealous on this. That word is Shaw

The guy is the embodiment of sexual energy, probably most teenage girls fantasy. Sk8ter boi with a nonchalant outlook on rules and authority with enough big dick energy to power New York. Now, MC isn't a teen anymore but it doesn't mean that you're not immune to his flirtatious charms

He was reluctant to let you meet his brother. In fact, for a long period of time he was completely opposed to it. Then, you two ran into eachother on the bus. Ooops

Ever since, whenever you two interact, Gavin feels the need to be around in some way. Weather it be with her, tuning into the Wind FM to feel that is happening or flying around wherever they are. It could be thought of as stalkerish but it comes from a good place..I think

Irrational things would be flying around his head. I mean, it's his brother. Jesus! "He's not even that much taller than me! And younger than me! How could he even attract her?"

Shaw being Shaw is sure to make some kind of comment that is bound to set Gavin off. It probably would turn into a fight. Like, not even a civilised wrestling round, like a proper bitch fight brawl. He'd tackle his brother's ass to the ground and start punching, maybe hair pulling so he can keep punching. Shaw would be putting up one hell of a fight just to bruise Gavin. Poor MC has to try and break up this shit

Later, once the fight has stopped and MC has managed to get Gavin away, she has to ice him down and try to patch up some of the scrapes that he had gotten.

Mother duck MC comes out in spectacular fashion to scold him, telling him not to do that again. Gavin will probably explain why he felt jealous of his brother but will do so with the biggest blush ever. Poor thing is a bit insecure about you and his brother but you'll find a way to try and ease it for him

Lucien slight NSFW

The man has a cool calm demeanor and a confidence that seems unshakable. Damn he looks hot while giving his lectures at Loveland Uni

Being the hot as hell POA that you are, you turn the heads of some of the university boys there. I mean, really. What's there not to love about you. You're fucking cute

He may not show his jealousy but it is there, building like a shaken coke bottle. Watching a guy sneak small whispers to you during his lecture? Not going to go unpunished.

Has the manners not to call you two out in front of the entire class but after his lecture ends, you best believe that this man is going to make the two of you stay behind.

Once all the other students have filed out of the lecture hall, he will begin. In his low, unwavering voice he will say to both of you (but mainly the guy since he did most of the talking) "I don't appreciate being talked over in my own lecture hall. If you don't have the courtesy to let other students learn, then I urge you to leave." He says, all serious. The small smile he usually gives you will not be there. It's more than just a light scolding.

Once he dismisses the other student, who leaves a little scared of how the professor talked to him, he will give you your scolding by going to the seat behind a desk and patting his knee. He takes off his glasses and gives you one of those piercing stares that let you know that he is deadly serious

Even if you protest that he was the one who started talking to you, he will not even say a word. His eyes will never leave you as you try convince him. This man is a bad jealous (not bad bad but pretty bad at handling it)

After you finally bend over his knee, he will pull down your trousers or skirt and tug down your panties, letting them pool at your bent knees. "You know that I don't like to share you MC" he will say in his deep voice

You'd best believe that he is making you count each one and thank the professor. You can feel his fingers occasionally dip down to tease you a little before returning to your now pink ass

20 spanks and a whole round of orgasm denial later, he will send you on your way but tells you to come over to his place later where you will continue...

I hope you enjoyed that. I am sorry if Lucien was a little short. I'll try to do better next time. If you have any scenes you want in particular, feel free to leave me a message and I'll do my best to complete it

Thank you

[ceealaina]

Title: Standing Face to Face Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Anger Issues Ship: Gen Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Civil War Fix-It, Making Up Summary: When Tony gets an emergency call from Nat after the events of Civil War, he doesn't hesitate to drop everything to help.

... He's never trusting Natasha again. Word Count: 2792

Tony trudged into the workshop, exhausted after another round of Accords meetings. He was done with the entire world -- except for Rhodey, who was beautiful and wonderful and had never betrayed him -- and this close to calling the whole thing quits. He was ready to lose himself in some War Machine upgrades, let that numb his mind for a bit, when his eyes fell on the flashing light on the landline tucked in the corner. 

“Shit,” he hissed, exhaustion suddenly gone. “Friday, baby? Stealth mode, please.” 

“You got it, boss,” she told him, the windows already going opaque. 

The thing was, the tale of the Avengers breakup had been slightly exaggerated. Sure, Steve and his gang of merry assholes were, technically, on the run and, even more technically, no longer classified as Avengers. But they were still out there, actively fighting crime to their heart’s content. Which Tony knew, because he had regular check-ins with them to see if things were okay and to keep them apprised of the Accords situation. He was their ‘in case of aliens’ emergency back up, he sent updates for all their equipment, and once a week -- give or take -- he and Rogers would get into a yelling match over the phone, and usually end up hanging up on each other. They were still his team, and Tony would do anything required to help them (the fact that anyone anywhere thought Steve was capable of breaking into the Raft, without leaving a trace, on his own, was frankly insulting) but he was also about ready to dropkick Captain Asshole off a very tall building. 

But regardless of his personal feelings for Steve, if the emergency line was ringing, he was going to answer it. 

Natasha’s voice was ruhed and harried, sounding like she was trying to keep from being heard. “Tony? Budapest. Right away,” she told him. There was a burst of static, and she gave him a set of coordinates, and then the line went dead. 

“Shit,” Tony muttered, already suiting up. “Friday? Cancel… Everything.” 

“On it, boss,” she reported as he took off into the sky. 

***

The coordinates that Natasha had given him took Tony to some hole-in-the-wall local bar so far on the outskirts of town that he didn’t know if it could really be considered Budapest anymore. He hesitated for the briefest of seconds, but he knew better than to think Natasha might have made a mistake. She hadn’t given him a stealth warning so, still fully wrapped in the armour, he stepped through the front door. 

The bar was dimly lit, a few tables scattered around the room, all sitting empty. There were only two occupants inside: The bartender, who didn’t look up, and a drunken patron half-slumped over the bar, who did. 

“Ayyy!” he cried, holding up his stein and sloshing beer over the counter. “Iron Man!” A moment later he was slumped over the bar again. 

Tony popped his faceplate up, blinking incredulously at the scene before him. “Uh… Okay.” 

The door to a back room opened then, and Clint sauntered out, a beer bottle in hand. “Bout time you got here,” he drawled, and Tony stared back at him. 

“Some emergency, Barton.” 

Clint shrugged, not even looking embarrassed. “Had to get you here somehow,” he replied, and before Tony could ask why, he was opening the door again to stick his head back into the room behind him. “Hey guys!” he hollered. “He’s here!” 

Tony stared as Nat filed out through the door, followed by an extremely put-out looking Sam and then, finally, Steve. Tony took a tiny bit of solace in the fact that apparently Steve hadn’t been told what was going on either. He stopped at the sight of Tony, taking up the entire doorway, and his eyes narrowed. 

“What’s he doing here?” 

Tony resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at him. “Yes. What am I doing here?” he asked instead, feeling increasingly more bewildered. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, and he didn’t like it. The last time he had been this confused was when Rhodey had kissed him back in college, and while that had turned out pretty fantastic, he wasn’t holding the same hope here. 

Natasha and Clint shared one of those freaky spy twin stares, having an entire conversation without words, but it was Natasha who finally spoke. “So the thing is, Clint and I and… Well everyone, really. We’re sick of your shit.” 

Beside her, Clint nodded sagely, folding his arms across his chest in that way that he thought was supposed to be impressive (it was, the man had biceps for days, but Tony wasn’t going to tell him that). “The two of you,” he said, gesturing between Tony and Steve. “You can’t go five minutes without having a screaming fest. It’s fucking annoying.” 

“So you’re going to sit here, with Sam, and have couples therapy until you work out your anger issues with each other,” Natasha continued.  

Sam drew in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I feel obliged to mention for the millionth time that I’m not actually a therapist. What the fuck even?” 

“You’re the closest thing we have!” Natasha and Clint replied in unison. It sounded like a well-worn argument. 

“And I don’t have anger issues,” Steve mumbled, sounding petulant. The four of them turned to stare at him incredulously and he shifted a little uncomfortably, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Okay, maybe I have a bit of a temper,” he admitted. “But I don’t see how this is going to help anything.” 

“Not to mention the potential security risk,” Tony added, with a pointed look at the bar. 

“Yes!” Steve practically shouted, clearly looking for an excuse to get out of this. “Exactly.” 

“Don’t worry about them,” Natasha said, waving off their concerns. “They don’t speak English.” 

“And see?” Clint added. “You’re getting along better already.” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit, and I can’t believe you hauled me all the way out here for this. I’ve got forty million actual things to do, so... I’m going. It’s been, uh… Great catching up?”

“Uh-uh.” All of a sudden Nat was holding a gun in each hand. “We’re serious about this, Tony. You’re gonna fix this thing between you.” 

Tony blinked at her. “Are you… Are you threatening me?” 

Natasha just shrugged, arching a brow at him. And the thing was, Tony was pretty sure she wouldn’t really shoot him, but he couldn’t say it with 100% certainty -- he was still wearing the armor. He met her gaze for a long moment, trying to call her bluff, but she didn’t flinch and Tony sighed, feeling his entire body sag. 

“Fiiiiine,” he said, dragging the word out to about five times the length so that she’d know how displeased he was. Pointedly not removing the suit, he stomped over the bar. For a long minute, nobody joined him. Then, after some loud whispering that he ignored in favour of trying to piece together enough Hungarian to get a scotch from the bartender, Steve came over and slumped down on a stool beside him. He didn’t speak, or look at him, leaving it to Tony to start the conversation. Tony kind of regretted putting the faceplate up, because Steve would definitely notice if he made a face at him. “So, uh… Where’s the rest of your motley crew? Simon, or Sean, or whatever his name was. The shrink ‘n gro guy?” 

Steve gave him an unimpressed stare. “I know you know his name is Scott. Just like I know you know that he made a deal with the Feds, and that he’s under house arrest stateside.” He turned away again, and Tony rolled his eyes at the sticky bartop. 

“Excuse me for making conversation,” he muttered. “And, uh, what about Wanda?” 

When he looked at him again, Steve’s gaze had hardened, his expression unreadable. “I’m not telling you where Wanda is.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered. “What, you think I’m asking so I can call up Ross and sell her out? Really, Rogers? The back-up, and the checkins, and making myself available to you all the goddamn time is just so that I can fuck you all over at the first available opportunity? Fuck you. I’m the one out there trying to get things fixed so you idiots can finally come home!” 

“Oh yeah,” Steve scoffed. “How altruistic of you. Like how locking Wanda up in the first place was for her sake, not yours, right?” 

“It was!” Tony insisted. “I had her staying on the compound, Steve. You know, the giant ass place where we all chose to live? The one with walking trails and an Olympic size pool and six different gourmet kitchens in addition to the private quarters that are bigger than most NYC apartments? It wasn’t exactly a 6x8 cell.” 

“It doesn’t matter! You can’t just lock people up. People deserve freedom, Tony!” 

“Oh my god. I wasn’t locking her up, I was keeping her from being locked up. They wanted to take her in for questioning, Steve. Do you know what happens when people like Ross take people like Wanda in for questioning? They disappear. Keeping her on the compound meant they couldn’t just waltz in and take her. Not to mention what could happen with random people on the street. She’s misunderstood Steve, I get that. But when people misunderstand things, they tend to fear them. And they can react to fear in pretty violent ways.” 

“I think Wanda can handle herself.” 

Tony scoffed. “Yeah, I saw how well she handled herself in Lagos. You really want a repeat of that in upstate New York?” 

Steve opened his mouth, clearly ready to lay into him, but before he could there was a sharp whistle from across the room. They both whipped around to see Natasha, Sam, and Clint glaring at them pointedly. 

“This!” Clint said. “This is exactly what we’re talking about! Come on, you two were really good friends. I get this is a big disagreement, but...” He gestured between himself and Natasha. “Look, Tasha and I were on opposite sides of the Accords. You don’t see us going at each other’s throats every time we look at each other. We’re still friends! Don’t you want that back?”

Tony felt himself deflate a little. He chanced a glance over at Steve out of the corner of his eyes and found him looking equally subdued. Neither of them actually said anything, but Clint got a smug, self-satisfed look on his face anyway. 

“That’s what I thought,” he told them.

“Okay, so.” Natasha planted a hand in the middle of Sam’s back and shoved him hard, getting a yelp out of him as he stumbled over toward the bar. “Sam’s gonna stay here and... guide you, while the two of you sit here until you get all your shit talked out.” 

“I’m really not qualified for this!” Sam informed them again. 

“And Nat and I’ll be waiting right outside the door until you do,” Clint added, with a look that suggested they’d be doing more guarding more than waiting. 

So, with Sam as mediator, they talked. It didn’t start out well, the two of them doing more screaming than talking, every topic veering into anger. Sam had to interrupt them every five minutes to try and get them to refocus, grumbling the whole time about how he wasn’t getting paid enough for this shit. Once, Clint and Nat had stuck their heads back in, presumably to make sure they didn’t actually kill each other. Tony had been screaming about how if Steve thought Tony had been acting selfishly, he’d better look in a mirror, or was he trying to claim that not telling Tony that his parents had been murdered was really for his benefit. But Steve hadn’t yelled back, and Tony had gotten his breathing and heart rate under control -- without kicking Steve’s chair out from under him, as tempting as it was -- and they had left again. 

And eventually, things had shifted. Tony was still mad, but he could understand some of the fear and reasoning that had led to Steve being so against the Accords, and Steve had admitted that while he still didn’t agree with them, he could see how some oversight was virtually inevitable, and that he probably should have had more faith in Tony, and the possibility of a middle ground. He’d admitted that it hadn’t just been the Accords, that between that, and Lagos, and then Peggy dying, he’d felt like the ground was falling out beneath him and hadn’t reacted well, and Tony had admitted that he could have done more to see where he was coming from -- he wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with the sensation of the ground falling out beneath him himself. 

“Shit,” Tony mumbled, rubbing at his eyes as he looked around the bar for what felt like the first time in hours. He didn’t actually remember when he’d stepped out of the Iron Man suit, but he was sitting on the barstool beside Steve in a business suit, Iron Man standing guard in the corner. There was no sign of the bartender or the other patron. “How long have we been here.” He frowned. “And where the hell did Sam go?” 

“I think he gave up and called it quits around the time I called you a hack,” Steve offered. His voice was dry, but he offered Tony a crooked grin, and Tony felt a pang; it had been a long time since he had seen Steve smile like that and he’d missed it. 

He sighed, fiddling with a bare spot on the counter. “I didn’t want to kill Barnes,” he admitted quietly. “Not really. I know it wasn’t his fault. I just… Seeing my mom killed like that? It brought everything all back, and I just saw red. I wanted him to hurt as much as I was.” He gave Steve a wry look. “Not very superhero-y of me, huh?” 

“Yes. Because I’m known for my even-temper and measured responses,” Steve deadpanned. “I get it, Tony. I probably would have done the same. I didn’t want to hurt you either, for what it’s worth. I just wanted to get Bucky out of there. I was scared I was going to lose him again, and you were a little terrifying. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re kind of a badass.” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “You trying to flatter me, Rogers?” 

“I’m just saying, it did take two fully grown super soldiers to even slow you down.” He grinned, then sobered again. “But what you said back there? You were right, Tony. You were my friend. I should have had respect for that too.” 

“Ye-ah…” Tony shrugged. “I get it though. If our places were switched, and that were Rhodey? Full offense, Steve, but I would lay you out to save him.” 

Steve gave him another soft smile. “I don’t doubt it.” 

Tony’s phone gave a loud jangle then, buzzing harshly against the counter, and he and Steve both startled, jolted from the hazy peace they’d fallen into. WIth a rueful smile, Tony picked the phone up and grimaced at the message waiting for him. 

“Shit,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He looked over at Steve, an apology on his face. “I gotta get going. Ross has decided to come by in a couple hours, and if I’m not there he’s going to start trying to look into where I am…” 

“Yeah, yeah, no,” Steve said quickly. “I understand.” He hesitated a moment, chewing at his lip. “I haven’t said thank you, Tony. All of this, dealing with Ross, and the Accords, and trying to bring us home…? I appreciate it, I really do. I know it’s a lot, and it’s all on you, and I know I’m terrible at showing it, but I do appreciate it. Thank you, Tony.” 

Tony smiled softly. “Thank you,” he answered, nodding his head back toward the front door. “For keeping them safe.” 

Steve snorted. “Because Nat needs so much looking after?” he teased, earning a soft chuckle from Tony. 

“I missed this,” he told him. “I mean, not the screaming and the yelling and the wanting to murder each other, obviously, that’s all horrible. But…” He gestured between them, not having the words but knowing Steve would get it anyway. “This. I’ve missed this.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” Steve rubbed at the back of his neck. “Maybe we could do it again sometime?” 

Tony grinned, stepping back into the Iron Man suit. “Find me somewhere with a decent scotch, and you’ve got yourself a deal, Steve.”

@tonystarkbingo

[junionigiri]

Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 9: Juice Pack

Chapter Summary: Momo pretends to be a hero.

Relationship(s): Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo; mentioned Kaminari Denki/Ojiro Mashirao; implied Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako; still with traces of Awase Yosetsu/Yaoyorozu Momo; Todoroki Enji & Todoroki Shouto; Bakugou Katsuki & Best Jeanist

Rating: T (violence!)

Warnings/Notes: this is late and full of action sequences! pls forgive me

She doesn’t listen to the horrified screams around her, or the crumbling of concrete under her feet. She doesn’t listen to the thrum of pure adrenaline through her blood. She doesn’t listen to the small, rational voice in her head that tells her to be absolutely terrified about what’s happening.

There is no time for hesitation.

Before she truly understands what she’s doing, she steps back and blocks the creature’s attack with a ballistic shield she creates out of the flesh of her arms. Through torn sleeves, she grits her teeth and pushes the creature back and away from Katsuki, Kyoka, and Kirishima, who are frozen where they stand.

“Kirishima!” she yells. In the next second, the redhead snaps out of it and hardens himself. One of the monster’s limbs armed with a rammer soars down, hitting Kirishima’s hardened body before it crushes him down to the concrete.

The sound of metal against flesh rings loud and painful in the air. Kirishima cries in pain and parts of his hardened skin starts to bleed. Still, he grits his teeth and holds against the strike. This gives Momo a small window to create another object over the skin of her belly. She flings the bottle and shuts her eyes, screams for everyone to stand down.

The Molotov hits the monster straight in the face, giving it hardly a moment before being blinded by fire and noise.

“Holy shit!” Katsuki shouts within the screams and flare--despite the situation, he looks at her with mouth agape in awe and admiration.

The monster flinches and screeches, but even as parts of its skin burn, its strikes are relentless against her shield and Kirishima. In fact, the assault seems to have made it angrier and stronger, and with each strike Momo feels her arms weakening, only able to hold on when Kyoka steps next to her to keep her hand on the handle steady.

“What-- ow --does it want from us?!” Kirishima says from a steady series of hits from a hammer-clad limb. Momo moves her hand to create another bomb from her body, but stops when she feels a burning-hot calloused hand over hers.

Katsuki grits his teeth, eyes on the monster in front of him. “Fuck if we know, but I ain’t sittin’ pretty here until we find out!”

Before any of them can stop him, he’s already flying mid-air with residue of his blasts trailing behind him, hands glowing with potent explosives aimed right at the monster’s face. They gasp when the monster stops its assault on their shields and turns to Katsuki, arms raised as if to snatch him from mid-air.

It’s only a few moments, but that’s all that Momo’s brain needs to make alarming conclusions--that the monster is sent here with a target, and its target is Katsuki. And Katsuki is gravitating towards its open arms, about to be captured, unless Momo does something in the next second--

“No!”

A weapon that she barely thinks about materializes in her hands. Without thinking any further, she leaps on the outer surface of the shield, away from Kyoka’s attempt to hold her back. The weapon in her hand--a 14 foot quiang made of iron, coated in tungsten--zooms from her hand to the creature’s flank.

The spear impales on hardened skin for a few centimeters before it snaps neatly into two. At the same time, its head is buried in explosions from Katsuki’s hands, the noise of it barely masking the pterodactyl screams of pain escaping its mouth. Its vision compromised by light and pain, it misses grabbing its target, allowing him to land unsteadily on the pavement.

“Momo, get the fuck out of here!” he shouts through a grimace of pain, eyes glinting dangerously as the beast thrashes about and just misses hitting him with a chainsaw. “It’s after you!”

“No, you run! It’s after you! ” Momo shouts. Hearing her voice, the monster turns its blind swings at her head. She dodges and sees cut strands of her hair fly in front of her.

“Jesus, Ponytail, this ain’t the time to be stubborn! Do you wanna get fuckin’ killed?!” At the sound of his voice and the explosives in his hands, the monster also swings at his direction again. Katsuki sends a blast against its arm, which only holds it back for a stuttered moment.

“Katsuki, please don’t argue, just leave!”

“As if! You leave, I’ll fuckin’ kill this thing on my own!”

“Stop arguing, it’s obviously after the two of you!” Kyoka screams in frustration. The monster hears her and jumps in her direction. Katsuki and Momo assault it with bombs and explosives, managing to distract it to come after them instead.

“I might be wrong, but it might be after all of us!” Kirishima yells. His skin softens, showing bruised and bleeding skin. The way he staggers, punch-drunk and in obvious pain, makes Momo alarmed. When a mallet swings in his direction, he still manages to harden his arm and shoulder and parries against it quite effectively. “So I dunno, mmmaybe we should get the hell out of here while we still can?!”

Katsuki glares at him, but much to his frustration, Kirishima has a point. His hands glow, and Momo watches in dismay as he ignores everything they say anyway, positions himself to attack the monster head on. “Jirou, are there more of these fuckers around!?”

The monster shrieks against a blast aimed at its chest. Momo throws half of her spear against an arm aimed at his head, giving the explosive blonde enough time to roll out of its way. She glares at Katsuki, who glares right back at her for standing her ground.

Kyoka whimpers. “Y… yeah--”

“How many?”

Momo notices the police officers from before, fighting their own monster. The younger one with the tail is barely able to hold on fighting it using martial arts, while the older one shoots with a rifle that only slows the monster down very minimally. At the very least, they distract it enough for the evacuating civilians around them to make a run for it.

Still, if there’s another one of these strong beasts hiding in the shadows, people just might die around them--

Pale and shaking, Kyoka whispers, “Ten… no, twelve… fifteen--” 

As if on cue, the ground shakes beneath them once more, one strong enough to almost throw the four of them off their feet. When it’s done, another gaping maw forms from the concrete, giving way for more of those dark-skinned creatures to crawl out. Their dull eyes look around, see the entrance of the hospital, and walk there, barely cognizant of the cacophony and chaos around them.

“Oh my god...” The hospital. They’re going to destroy the hospital. All the workers, the staff, the sick, the infirm...

“Mina--” Kirishima chokes, and before any of them can stop him, he’s dashing towards the direction of the entrance. The chainsaw monster preoccupied with their group sees him and the glint of his blood on the pavement and moves to attack him.

“Kirishima! Fuck--” Katsuki yells, hands exploding too far away from the monster to stop him. A grenade is forming on Momo’s hand too, and even as it hangs mid-air she knows that it’ll be too late, the monster’s going to get Kirishima before either of them are able to stop it--

A spark of electricity sparks through the monster once. It freezes and shrieks and seizes when it’s covered in bright yellow bolts moments later. When the shock stops, it falls to its knees, gasping and lost, dead eyes going in all directions.

The four of them turn to the source of the electricity. A certain blonde man has his hands poised like a gun, and he seems to be struggling to keep his dulling eyes bright as he gives them a victorious grin. “Whey!!! I mean, yo! You guys need help?”

“Kaminari!” Kyoka cries in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

Kaminari Denki shakes himself to his senses and ducks next to Kyoka as the monster shrieks itself back to life. “Oh you know, patrolling with my boss and then kinda getting lost when all the monsters came out and now I kinda need to find her before things get a little more fucked up, and...”

“What?! I’m your fucking boss, pikashit!” Katsuki yells, sending another blast towards the monster before it makes a full recovery.

“You ain’t my only boss! I’m a part-timer, remember?!” Kaminari yells back, before yelling “Watch out!” and forcing Kyoka down as the force of the blast comes down on them. Momo feels the force and takes the opportunity to hold Kirishima down before he tries to run over the unsafe battle grounds again.

“K-Kaminari-san, do you mean to say that you’re working for a pro-hero?” Momo struggles out, as she forms another shield for her and Kirishima. It’s getting harder and harder to focus, as more and more fights between monsters and hapless civilians go around them. If the pros are on the way here, they might have a fighting chance.

“Yeah, Dr. Momo!” the blonde says brightly in spite of the situation. “You might have heard of us? The underground hero Emily and her crew, the Polterguys?”

“That wasn’t in your fuckin’ resume!” Katsuki growls, rolling out of the way of another attempt at a grab. Momo assaults the monster with more Molotovs, but it seems to be recovering from the blasts faster and faster as the attacks keep coming. “And fuck if I see any shitty pro-hero fightin’ here! Where the hell are they? People are gonna fuckin’ die if--”

Momo screams as a limb almost hits Katsuki again. The monster’s fist crushes the concrete next to him like it was made of peanut brittle. The blonde coughs as he rolls out of a dust cloud and shields himself behind a tower of debris.

“That’s right--Kaminari, where are they?! Shouldn’t they be here by now?!” Jirou asks, her ear-jacks stabbing the concrete underneath them.

“Reiko-chan--I mean, Emily picked up the distress signal after the first explosion was reported! I’m guessing the pros and police in the Hosu, Naruhata, and Kiyashi areas got ‘em too, but there’s Nomu’s sprouting up everywhere else, and we barely have enough manpower rounding up civilians, much less fighting back--”

“Nomus?! These are fuckin’ Nomus?!” Katsuki grits out, as the monster blindly stumbles through the dust clouds in search of his targets.

Momo struggles to remember what little information the police have on Nomus--mutated reanimated creatures created by the League of Villains, with multiple quirks and a resistance against damage that surpasses the sturdiest pro-heroes. The few, but increasing sightings on them so far led experts to conclude that they are not intelligent enough to do anything but wreak havoc, but that their actions seem to be goal-directed at the very least.

“Yeah,” Kaminari says, sending another surge of energy towards the chainsaw Nomu, which stuns it for a good second. “This guy with us looks weaker than the other ones we’ve seen so far, so we just gotta keep fighting this one, just a little more...”

“Right,” Kyoka says weakly, “But… you said there’s lots of them coming here…”

Coming for them, Momo thinks, as she wills a rifle to form from the flesh of her back. She keeps one hand on Kirishima’s collar, even though she knows that he’s too stunned to move then.

Kaminari nods. “About a hundred, we think.”

Momo’s jaw drops. Next to her, Kirishima pales and looks despairingly at the entrance, where monsters of various mutations are in the process of smashing through an improvised barricade made of debris and vines. Shiozaki-san must have been responsible for that.

“Kirishima,” she mumbles to the redhead next to her, bleeding and terrified, “Look at me, okay? Ashido-san’s strong, she can stand against the monsters--and she isn’t alone, Shiozaki-san’s doing a good job of holding the fort, and I know Todoroki-san is there too, with his fire and ice… Kendo-san and Tetsutetsu-san are there to help, and you know how strong they are, right?”

He looks at her as if forcing himself to believe in the inane things that she’s saying. “Y… yeah, they can… they can protect everyone there…”

“Yes, they can. And we can protect everyone else here.”

Kirishima stammers as she pulls out the M16 from her back and aims it at the monster, who is staggering towards where Kyoka and Kaminari are huddled. A little more , Kaminari-san says they only need to push a little more. She shuts one eye and peers behind the scope, taking a deep breath.

“Duck!” she screams.

The monster shrieks, and so does everyone else in the vicinity. Momo doesn’t flinch, even as the monster sees her and stumbles in her direction, even as the recoil threatens to throw her off her feet. She doesn’t stop shooting, doesn’t keep her eyes off the Nomu, as terrifying as it is to stare at its flesh ripping apart and regenerating limitlessly.

A little more, she thinks. We have to kill this thing, just a little more--

The Nomu is closing in on her, the rifle getting lighter as the bullets run out--

The empty click of her next shot rings far too loudly within the noise. The monster is weakened, but is still standing strong at an arm’s length away from her. She sees a desperate Katsuki leap from his hiding spot, throwing explosives at the undistracted Nomu’s back but too far away from where they are. As the monster descends, all she can do is close her eyes as an arm moves to swipe at her neck.

“DETROIT SMASH!”

A strong gust of wind hits her instead of a solid arm, throwing her off her feet and making her stumble into Kirishima’s arms. She hears him gasp as rapid, machine gun sounds flood the air in front of them.

When she manages to open her eyes, she doesn’t understand what she’s seeing at first. The monster is surrounded by a blur in red, white, blue, and gold, swirling around it and through it, its body jerking in many consecutive directions with each strike. In a matter of seconds, the beast falls, its body battered and destroyed, steaming from the heat of all the punches delivered. The blur of striking colors stops and takes on the form of a blonde man with striking blue eyes, built and strong and barely scratched after its assault.

“That’s...” Momo whispers in awe, as the man looks ahead at all the chaos.

“I am HERE!” The underground hero Lemillion shouts, strong arms out to the side, a big smile as blinding as the sun. The sound of his declaration seems to bring everyone to a standstill around them, before a great noise erupts all around.

Out of nowhere, various costumed pro heroes in varying degrees of disarray make it to the entrance of the hospital to fight against the Nomu. The colours of spandex, as nauseating as they are, are a vision that fills everyone with hope. Momo could almost collapse with relief.

Lemillion turns to them and gives them a thumbs up. “You guys did great holding the fort! But the fight’s not over yet! You guys should prioritize evacuating now that the pros are here!” 

They make noises of affirmation as Lemillion leaps off to fight another nearby Nomu. “We should get going,” Kyoka says urgently, earjacks pointing to an alley close to them. “I can use my ears to avoid the Nomus.”

“You should go ahead,” Kaminari says, only glancing at them briefly as he makes his way to the fray. “I gotta find Reiko-chan, and… save Ojiro--”

“What the fuck, Kaminari, don’t be stupid!” Kyoka screams. “You might die out there, you know! You can’t jump in there, just because your boyfriend is--”

“He’s right there, Jirou!” he says in desperation, looking to where the policeman with the tail is struggling with a Nomu while two pros try to help him out. No-one has the heart to tell him off with the look in his eyes. “I… I’m a sidekick too, you know, even if it’s just part-time! Someone has to help!” 

He’s off before anyone can stop him. Katsuki curses him as he does, but as the earth shakes around them with all the fights going on, they know the place is getting more and more unsafe and they can’t just stand there and wait for the ground to collapse around them.

But Momo feels a little too sick to move. Maybe it’s from the colors flying all around, or all the energy she spent creating those bombs and shields. Or the fact that she nearly just died at the hands of the Nomu while pretending to be a hero. When she wobbles with her movement, Kirishima holds her steady. She sees Katsuki zooming towards her, crimson eyes close to hers in the next moment, shining with worry.

“Momo, you did good,” he says gruffly and tenderly, putting strong, protective arms around her. “Just a little more, okay? Gotta get to a safe place.”

She nods, not trusting her mouth to make anything other than sounds of weakness. She feels herself lifted off her feet by the two men next to her and begin to move, sees all the blinding colors swirling around her, the screams, the flashes of light, the heat--

“Look! Up in the sky!” Someone screams from somewhere far away, and Momo feels Katsuki and Kirishima halt next to her.

At first, it feels like they’re watching a star explode. There’s fire, green and blue at the center and a blinding orange at the edges, stretching twenty meters in all four directions across the sky above them, high above the Hosu skyline. Squinting, Momo is barely able to make out two figures at the center where the heat is most intense--a familiar figure in blue and orange, flames sprouting from his face, fighting a sneering creature black from head to toe.

“Endeavor! The number one is here!” People start cheering all around them. “We’re saved!”

“Damn, that flame is something else,” Kirishima whispers in wonder. Kyoka glances at them and gestures for them to keep moving against the maddening crowd around them.

Momo can’t keep her eyes away from the star in the sky, though. She sees the blue and green flicker around Endeavor, sees him take one hit after another. Something glints in the mass of black, something white and sharp and fast that darts towards Endeavor’s head.

“NO!”

It happens very quickly: one moment the sky is filled with fire, and next it isn’t. The silence is deafening as the man drops like a dying comet from the sky, crashing against the side of a sixty-storey office building.

“No…!!!”

Everyone--heroes, civilians--hold a collective breath when the fire stutters from the crash site, and stops. The monster with various blades sticking out of its skin, sticks to the side of the building, climbing its side like a mountain.

“Endeavor-san!!!” A flurry of wings breaks the unbearable silence. A blur of red, who must be the number 2 hero Hawks, followed closely by the unmistakable red, white and blue of Lemillion leave the ground and go straight for the monster. Soon the fight reaches the ground, away from the steaming mass of melted steel and glass of where Endeavor lay without any signs of movement.

“Momo,” Katsuki whispers beside her, eyes dark and tense. “Did you see what I see?”

She bites her lip to the point of bleeding. “Endeavor is…”

Did she see it right? The blood-stained blade from the monster’s flesh? The spurt of blood within the flame? The way Endeavor’s hand flies to the side of his neck, the instant snuffing of the flame around him?

The lifeless way he crashes against the glass?

“Guys, we should move,” Kyoka begs as chaos erupts around them. “I can’t hear anything anymore, there’s too much going on...”

Kirishima nudges Momo, his face paler than ever. “C’mon, Jirou says we gotta go--”

Ignoring the two of them, Katsuki presses on. “I’m not sure, but it looks like a clean shot to his carotid. The left one.” His hand on her tightens, strong and burning, tense in a way that makes her believe he’s making choices in his head. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers.

Momo nods. “If… if you’re right… he won’t have a lot of time,” she tells him, voice shaking.

“Bakugou!” Kyoka’s voice comes out as a half-scream, half-sob. Around them, people are shoving each other, screaming helplessly within the mess. “Please, if we don’t leave now--”

Katsuki shouts over Kyoka’s pleas, fright in his eyes shifting into a piercing determination. “He doesn’t have a lot of time. No-one here can help him. But if the two of us went to him, we can--”

“What are you talking about?!” Kirishima protests loudly in her other ear. “There are pros, Bakugou, they can help Endeavor out, we shouldn’t meddle and make things worse!”

“The pros can’t do shit, Kirishima! Do you see any of them try to go up there while fuckin’ Hawks and Lemillion are keeping that strong-as-fuck Nomu away from everyone else?!” He growls through gritted teeth. True enough, the pros are either too preoccupied fighting the Nomus littering the streets, or evacuating the panicking hordes, or panicking themselves. “I’m not going to sit around, waiting until they figure shit out, not when the number one pro hero is up there fucking dying !”

Kirishima and Kyoka freeze at the last word that hangs in the air. Dying-- people all around them are at the risk of dying, and the one closest to that is the number one hero. The new symbol of hope, the strongest man in the country. Hasn’t this happened before years and years ago? The reality of it sets in and sinks in their guts like lead, making the world spin around them.

Within that, Momo hears all of the unsaid words in Katsuki’s rant: Not again. Never again. Not while I’m here.

It’s so that her next decision comes to her easily, clearly. There is no doubt in her mind when she nods at Katsuki and answers, “I’m with you.”

They turn to her in silence--Kirishima and Kyoka stunned, speechless. Katsuki, with burning determination. He nods and takes her hand, extracts her from Kirishima’s grip and without another word runs in the opposite direction of where Kyoka is leading them to safety.

“Bakugou--”

“Ears, get going! Shitty hair, follow her and make sure neither of you fuckin’ die!!”

They don’t call for them a second time. Kyoka curses; Kirishima shouts “Don’t die on us either, Baku-bro! Dr. Momo!” before taking the smaller girl by the arm and leading her to safety.

The nausea Momo feels in her gut swirls, but she pushes it down to the edges and forces it from her consciousness. Her grip on Katsuki’s hand is strong and sure, her steps falling hard to the ground. When they reach the edge of the building, with its occupants streaming out and all around them in panic, they look into each other’s eyes.

The building is on the edge of collapse. Getting up where Endeavor has crashed is unsafe and foolhardy. They might actually die doing this and accomplish exactly nothing, but...

“I suppose we’d have to fly,” she tells him, shrugging off her doctor’s coat.

She sees the slight tremor in his hands, and the widening of his eyes. He takes a deep breath and releases it. Adrenaline rushes quick in his pulse in a thrum that she feels from where she stands.

“Damn right. You know how to hold on tight, right, Princess?”

There is no time for hesitation.

She nods after a deep inhale of her own. He bends over so she can cling to his back, arms securely wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He straightens up as much as he can and looks up at the gaping hole at the side of the building.

She inhales the sweet scent of nitroglycerin in one breath. Exhales. And then they’re off the ground.

Their rise to the sky and the side of the building is unsteady, frighteningly so. The blasts from Katsuki’s hands propels them at odd angles. He grunts with the difficulty of balancing himself and her added weight, dangerously careening towards the glass and twisted steel beams sticking out of the edges. She feels the wind rushing past her ears and cutting through the skin peeking out of her tattered clothing, her ponytail going in all directions.

The burn from his hands become more unstable as they fly higher and higher. Yet she feels Katsuki’s even breathing as she clings onto him for dear life. It seems impossible they’ll make it, but having him so close to her, she knows that they will.

They somehow reach the crash site. With a grunt of effort, Katsuki lands at the edge of it, keeping him and Momo steady as a beam gives a little with their weight. He grips her arms with searing hot hands protectively as they peer over the edge of the abyss.

It’s dark and eerie, the crevice spanning multiple floors. The cold air blasting through makes her teeth chatter, makes the absence of Endeavor’s flame apparent.

Are they too late? “Katsuki, do you see him?”

He squints at the darkness. “We gotta get closer,” he says, leaping carefully at the edges of the jagged rings of broken floors. Their landings are hardly stable, but miraculously they manage to keep upright without letting the structure collapse further. Katsuki is nimble on his feet as they descend through the pit, passing by wreckage of concrete and steel and plastic. There are immobile bodies at some floors, and the couple that they can approach safely are pulseless. The touch of cold skin under her fingers makes the bile in Momo’s guts rise and the tears spill over in her cheeks.

“Momo.” Katsuki doesn’t allow himself to linger over the dead. He takes her and leaps down. His eyes glint in the dark, but he keeps them forward. Momo forces herself to do the same.

It’s probably ten floors down when Katsuki pauses at the edge. “There,” he murmurs, pointing to an orange flicker in the darkness.

Gingerly stepping over the debris, the two of them find a clearing, where a large, unmoving body clad in torn spandex lies on his back. The flames come from bits of charred wood and paper and not from the flames of his face, as they had expected. Momo makes a flashlight out of the flesh of her arm and shines a light over him.

“Oh god…”

Katsuki immediately kneels next to him and does a quick assessment. Endeavor is pale and gasping, can barely make a sound as they check his pulses. The pro’s hand is weakly pressing on the wound of his neck when Katsuki moves it and sees the blood ooze. “Shit, the cut’s deep. We can’t wait. We gotta stitch him up quick.”

Momo nods and crouches down next to him, immediately forming things from her flesh as she does so. “I can do the carotid repair, just give me a minute to create--”

“No. I’ll do it.”

She stares at him, mouth agape. “Katsuki, you haven’t done this in a while. And your hands… you just blasted your way up here--”

He scowls and snatches a pair of sterile gloves forming on her lap. “It’ll take too long for you to create and do the repair. Besides, you’re shaking more than I am.”

She looks down at her hands and sees that he’s right. They’re thinner than they were this morning, and so is the rest of her. All the stress of creating has her body protesting.

There’s no time to waste. Grimly, she nods at Katsuki. “Okay. I’ll assist you.”

“Good.” He takes a deep breath and asks for a light.

The air around them shifts as Katsuki dons the protective gear and rushes to prepare the site. Momo has never seen him with laser-like focus, eyes fierce and silent as his hands set to work swiftly over the wound. There are no excessive movements nor excessive words as needle and thread go through tissue, sealing the wound shut. Momo concentrates as she never had before, forming tools as much as holding them apart, hanging onto Katsuki’s every word as he performs the emergency surgery.

His hands immaculately steady, Katsuki eventually performs the last stitch and exhales. Cleaning the wound and covering it up, he says, “We need to get fluids in him. Can you make some with your quirk?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t make that out of lipids.”

And even if she can in theory, she doubts that she can make anything out of her body at that rate without her sacrificing her marrow. The strips of clothing hanging on her body are now loose, the fat over her limbs and trunk almost completely depleted. Her head spins from the rapid loss of body mass.

“Shit,” she hears Katsuki curse next to her, and in the next moment his arms are around her, keeping her steady. She struggles to look up at his face through the spots in her vision. “It’s fine, Momo, you did great. Hold on, all right? We’ll get you outta this fuckin’ place.”

“Mm,” she says, blinking herself back into consciousness, as hard as it is as the seconds pass by. “Endeavor-san first… Katsuki, you have to save him…”

“Momo, don’t fuckin’ pass out on me now--stay with me, stay here, right here--”

I am, I swear, she wants to say, but her mouth can’t move. Damn, they might have been too reckless--what’s the use of attempting to rescue Endeavor when they can’t even make it out of there by themselves? She tries to keep her head up, tries to be strong, but her vision dims and she isn’t sure that the sounds she’s hearing at the edges of her consciousness is real--

“RELEASE! Found them! Bakugou! Dr. Yaomomo!”

“Momo! Hold on!”

Two voices, male and female, come from her right. If she concentrated, she could have sworn that they were voices that she knew. She tries to turn her head to the sounds of the voices, but Katsuki moves above her, keeping her still.

“Half-and-half? Roundface? Headband fucker?!”

“Shut up,” Yosetsu’s sharp voice, so unmistakably his, comes from Momo’s left. “Hey, Momo, you okay? Bakugou, what the fuck, why did you let her end up like this--”

“You shut up,” Katsuki snaps. “This guy’s neck was cut right open, and we did what we had to do to, all right? Momo saved this bastard’s life with her quirk!”

Momo wants to shove their heads together for arguing at such a dire time, but thankfully someone else steps in to do that for her. “The two of you shut up and let me do my job!” Uraraka-san snaps in between them. “Come on, Yaomomo’s about to crash, we gotta get this glucose solution in her, stat!” 

A needle pierces through her skin, but she hardly flinches at the sensation. When the cool fluid pushes through her veins, the spots in her vision dissipate, and she feels her mind step out of the haze. She blinks and focuses her vision on Katsuki, Yosetsu, and Uraraka, who are staring at her warily. It is only then that she sees that Uraraka is in full nursing regalia, eyes and cheeks glowing in determination, and Yosetsu is in his scrub suit, with bottles of IV fluids and other medical supplies fused to his bare skin.

“Momo. Say something,” Katsuki murmurs gently in her ear.  

She nods weakly at them. “I’m okay… I’m awake now,” she stammers. Her voice is wobblier than she’d like, but at least she’s able to speak at all. “W-we did a carotid artery repair on his left… Endeavor-san, we have to--”

“We’re on it,” Uraraka says, standing up with one of the bottles from Yosetsu’s body and rushing to Endeavor’s side. “Shouto, here.”

She wouldn’t have known that her associate was there if Uraraka didn’t call him by his name. Todoroki is deathly silent--he has just placed a line through Endeavor’s arm with a bag of blood dripping through it and is now attempting to get vital signs. Next to him, a serious-faced Uraraka places another line at the other arm, murmuring numbers to the dual-toned doctor.

“He’s in shock,” Todoroki says, voice oddly blank. “Awase, we need those...”

“Got it,” Yosetsu says, unfusing another bag of medicine from his body. When Momo moves to help, he unfuses a juice pouch from himself and shoves this in her hands and stops her with a stern glare. Shifting his gaze to Katsuki, he says, “Make sure she doesn’t collapse, shit-face.”

“As if I would, Welder-fucker,” Katsuki grumbles with a tch. Yosetsu glares at him again, but sets to work with Todoroki and Uraraka in the next moment, stabilizing the fallen pro. Momo watches in worry as Todoroki adjusts all the fluids, his face frighteningly free of any emotions. As Katsuki watches with her, body tense and eyes unmoving, he doesn’t let her go.

He’s frightened, she realizes. Even though Todoroki Shouto is the most frightened of them all to lose this man, everyone is fighting off the cold chill of fear of losing the number one hero on their watch.

“We did all we could,” she murmurs to Katsuki, as they keep their eyes on the sutures he placed over Endeavor’s neck.

“... yeah,” Katsuki agrees. “We did.”

It feels like an eternity of waiting when Uraraka tells them that it’s probably safe to move Endeavor now. After regulating the temperature with his quirk, Todoroki nods at Uraraka, who nods back and touches Endeavor with all her fingers.

“Can you float all of us with your quirk without killing us with the drop, Roundface?”

She glares at him, but nods. “Not like I have a choice, Explodeyface.”

Not like any of them have a choice, really. Uraraka touches all of them with her hands--first Todoroki, then Yosetsu, then Katsuki who chooses to carry Momo in his arms, and then herself. She holds on to Endeavor’s sleeve with one hand and hooks the other around Todoroki, in a small gesture to keep him grounded.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Without further ado, the group floats through the crevice, their ascent more stable than it was when Katsuki used his quirk. They’re able to make it out of the building when Uraraka holds her breath, puts all ten fingers together, and whispers “release” like a prayer.

The loss of gravity jolts all of them like a gunshot, and there’s a moment where they feel themselves free falling for a few heart-stopping seconds. But Uraraka grits her teeth and controls the pressure on her fingertips, keeping her eyes level and her face free from any trace of green. Miraculously their descent slows down halfway, slow enough that it feels like they’re riding an elevator in the open air.

The ground zooms in closer to them. The people see them and point in both awe and horror at the sight of the number one hero unconscious and flameless.

Momo, as weakened as she is, grips onto Katsuki a little tighter.

“He’ll make it,” Katsuki tells her, loud enough that Todoroki hears and looks at him with those unreadable eyes. “Bastard is tough as shit.”

She hopes he’s right.

When they land, Uraraka keeps Endeavor afloat until a stretcher is pushed their way by Shinsou and, to Momo’s surprise, Kirishima. Both of them are equally bruised and battered, but they’re able to work steadily as if they aren’t.

“What the fuck are you still doin’ here, Shitty Hair?!” Katsuki growls when gravity is completely back in their systems. “I thought I told you to get your ass the fuck out of here!”

Kirishima doesn’t look up from his work. “Yeah, but we couldn’t leave the hero work to you guys! It wasn’t manly to just up and leave! I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself! Jirou too! She went back looking for the cops to help the evacuation efforts--”

“But the Nomus--”

“Mostly managed by the pros, and thankfully none of concern anymore,” Shinsou interrupts curtly as he draws blood from Endeavor. “Now we can focus on the Code Orange. Todoroki, Uraraka, we got this, Iida’s preparing the ICU, so--”

“Thank you,” Todoroki answers. The sickly grey pallor sticks on his skin as he watches Endeavor wheeled in the hospital. “We’ll help in the code.”

Shinsou pauses. “You sure? I heard you and Uraraka almost died fighting a Nomu on your own, before that guy--”

“We can do it, Shinsou-kun,” Uraraka interrupts, face still filled with determination. “We need to help everyone who’s hurt.”

“Very good. We need all the help we can get.”

They all turn in unison to the dignified voice coming from behind them. Dr. Hakamata, despite having his doctor’s coat and trademark denim suit frayed at the edges, ambles behind them with a harried-looking Amajiki-senpai walking close behind. It appears they’ve been in a scuffle themselves, but both look ready to get to work.

“We already have a number of cases lined up in Neurosurgery--head traumas and the like. I’ll need all available neurosurgeons up in the suite now. All four residents should go up as soon as you’re able.”

“Four of--” Yosetsu stammers, looking at Momo incredulously. “B-but Jeanist, Momo--I mean, Yaoyorozu can’t, she’s just recovering from overusing her quirk, and--”

“I’ll do it.”

At the sound of her voice without the unsteadiness in it moments ago, all eyes turn to her in various degrees of disbelief.

“Yaoyorozu… you sure? You’re really… thin,” Shinsou says bluntly.

She shakes her head. “I’m still standing. My hands aren’t shaking anymore. As long as I don’t use my quirk any further, I can help out.”

Amajiki is miraculously able to look at her and Dr. Hakamata in the face as he says, “Sir, we should give her some time to recover, at least. She wouldn’t last in the OR by herself like this.”

“Fucking elf-shit! What bullshit is this!” Katsuki growls, stunning everyone into silence again with how wide with anger his eyes are. “Stop fuckin’ doubting what Momo can or can’t do! She says she can do it, and this Denim Bastard thinks she can too, so why the fuck are you shitheads so adamant to keep the most brilliant doctor outta all of you from helping?! As if you shitheads have the luxury of standing here while the fuckin’ code orange is still going on--”

“Katsuki, it’s all right,” Momo says, but he isn’t done.

“Besides! She won’t be alone!” Staring at Dr. Hakamata right in the face, he points a thumb to himself, nostrils flaring. “I’m going too. I’m first assist for all the surgeries you’ll throw her way.”

Everyone gasps, except for Dr. Hakamata, whose eyes remain unfazed as Katsuki assaults him with that glare. “Really? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with hospitals anymore, Bakugou-kun,” he replies coolly.

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Really? You’re gonna be a smug bastard about this now?!”

Despite the suffocating tension around them, Dr. Hakamata laughs, and pats him on the shoulder. “Not at all. Glad to have you back on board, Dr. Bakugou.” He looks at the stunned staff in front of him and taps his fingers against the fabric covering his chin. “I suppose it goes without saying that because he is not affiliated with our institution, I answer to all his medical decisions while working with us.”

The look on his face leaves no room for argument.

Soon, all of them rush back to the hospital, its hallways congested with stretchers and patients, and make their way up the suites. Honenuki is already operating on his own patient when they arrive there, assisted by Mina. Todoroki and Uraraka get the next patient on deck, while Amajiki and the neurology chief resident Hado-san take the next one. Momo takes the short waiting time on the OR floor, eating a rice ball and finishing Yosetsu’s juice pack, while Katsuki drops next to her with even more food and drinks for her to consume.

“I might actually choke if you think I’ll finish all those in ten minutes,” she says in the lightest tone she can muster at that point. Her limbs are still thin, but thankfully without tremors as she takes in the next bite.

Katsuki smirks. “Eat this all or I’ll kill ya, Princess.”

“Really… you and your threats to keep me alive,” she says with a laugh. Her tone falls in the next moment though, when the gravity of the situation catches up on them.

People are dying around them, in massive numbers. If she doesn’t operate, they just might die. If she makes a mistake, they might die faster.

She wasn’t good enough to operate on her own before all this happened.

She… hasn’t operated on anyone with such high stakes before.

“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice snaps her back to reality. She meets his ruby eyes, uncharacteristically soft and warm and tender within the mess of her mind. “Don’t give me that weak look. You can fuckin’ do this, all right?”

She tries her hand at a weak smile. “I wonder if I’m strong enough for this, Katsuki.”

He makes a small frustrated sound in his throat. “The woman who was ready to kill a fuckin’ Nomu with a machine gun she made from the fat of her back things she ain’t strong enough for this?” he says with a hint of incredulousness that makes her laugh. “Oi, I’m serious. If you think you ain’t good enough to do this, then nobody else is. I didn’t just swallow my pride in front of Best Fuckin’ Jeanist if I thought you’re bad at this.”

A harried nurse calls for Dr. Yaoyorozu and Dr. Bakugou, telling them that the next patient is being wheeled in as they speak. Katsuki helps her to her feet with one strong hand before he holds on to her with both, eyes looking straight into hers in that intense way that awakens her to her senses.

“Listen. Momo. You got this.”

She smiles, genuinely this time, and squeezes his arms in affirmation. She nods.

Without further ado, they rush into the operating room, ready to save lives.  

[kdtheghostwriter]

SNK 115  - “OMW”

I mean...

Let’s be real. As far as Deus Ex goes, I’ve seen more preposterous this week.

If any of you are wondering why this post took so long, it isn’t for lack of time I assure you. This chapter was…a lot. And god damn, Isayama, I wasn’t expecting to dig up my Junior Year debate notes for this one blog post but here we are lads. Quick recap before we get into writers’ mumbo-jumbo.

Flashback

Deus EX

#HeelFloch

Sad Hange

RESURRECTION

We all know Isa loves his religious imagery. He isn’t quite as egregious as Zack Snyder (who is, tbh?) but it’s definitely a thing. He also loves mythology of all types. And while Norse mythology seems to be his area of expertise, it isn’t mine - which is why seeing Stupid Sexy Zeke emerge from his Titan Incubator made me think of another Stupid Sexy God from the Ancient Greek Canon.

I speak of the Goddess Aphrodite, who has dominion over love, beauty and its various trappings. Admittedly, this comparison is drawn in relation to aesthetics only. Zeke’s aloof temperament doesn’t really mirror that of the Greek goddess. Even though Aphrodite did technically help start the Trojan War but that’s neither here nor there.

Zeke’s appearance from the steam of the felled Titan is nearly identical to the foam that appeared during Aphrodite’s spontaneous conception in the Ionian Sea. For the sake of transparency, I must point out that long ago, a fanfic author by the name of Homer relayed to us that Aphrodite was the daughter of Zeus and Dione. This is not technically wrong but it is quite boring. And it was also pre-dated (shout-out to Hesiod). Uranus, the primordial god of the sky, got into a spat with his children as deities are wont to do. This particular dust-up ended in Uranus being castrated by his son – the Titan, Cronus – who usurped the throne. The disembodied testicles fell into the sea like a pair of primordial bath bombs and out of the resulting effervescence appeared a full-grown Aphrodite in all of her Tumblr-banned glory.

Zeke, with nothing left of him after the explosion than a head and torso, was taken into the gut of a waiting Titan. Let me clarify, here. He was not eaten, no. The mindless titan scooted itself along the river banks and inserted the dying Zeke into its stomach cavity. Then OG Ymir with her trademark PATHS Magiks,  crafts the golden boy a brand new body and sends him on his merry way.

Like I said up top: of all the examples of Deus Ex, this isn’t even the third-most severe I’ve seen. The implications of it are…a lot. And it actually makes sense if you consider what we know about Titan Biology.

Back to the beginning. Once upon a time, the Founder Ymir Fritz made a deal with the Devil of All Earth that gave her untold power after coming into contact with the “source of all living matter.” With that power, Ymir became the Progenitor of Titan Power. Upon her death 13 years later, her soul was split into nine pieces and connected via a metaphysical system known only as PATHS. These PATHS transcend space and time and bind together every subject of Ymir, even those who have been long dead.

We also know that the Titans themselves are a conundrum of theoretical physics. Their mass and energy are created from nothing. They generate massive amounts of heat, but don’t appear to need fuel. They have no digestive system and regurgitate the contents of their stomach when it becomes full. Even though they are huge creatures, their actual limbs and body parts are incredibly light. Even though Zeke has little recollection of what happened to him post-explosion, he’s likely smart enough to infer, as we can, exactly how and why he emerged from the carcass of a Titan with a brand new body.

This is all before we mention that Zeke Jaeger is a part of the Fritz family tree. The Royal Family line that descends directly from Ymir herself.

I also thought about Lazarus of Bethany while reading this section. Lazarus was a good friend of Jesus, the lad from Bethlehem. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Jesus was told that Lazarus had fallen ill, but has business and doesn’t set out until a few days later. Jesus and his crew arrive in Bethany only to discover that Lazarus has already passed away. This leads to the Gospel’s shortest verse.

Jesus wept. [John 11:35, KJV]

Perhaps the better comparison for her is to Abraham (with the whole “making a great nation” stipulation). But! I’m trying to do something pithy here, so bear with me.

The story of Lazarus might be the Good Book’s most well-known resurrection (besides that other one). The idea here is that the world’s most Holy Figure decided that this man’s time on Earth wasn’t done. Jesus was too late to heal Lazarus and felt so guilty as to weep. Lazarus was then called forth from his tomb, still wrapped in his death robes.

For the Eldian Empire, no figure is more Holy than Ymir Fritz. She’s the Founding Titan and, if this chapter is to be inferred upon, her spirit still influences the will of her subjects to the day. An entire cult has formed with the sole purpose of returning her to her former glory. I should also point out that Zeke essentially committed suicide.

Like, yeah, maybe the injuries were a bit too extreme for an old shifter to be able to regenerate from, but even if that’s the case there would have been the telltale signs of an attempt to do so, like Pieck in Liberio. There wasn’t even that. He was so tired of the fight – so done with Levi torturing him – that he was willing to abandon his years-long plan entirely and sacrifice his powers to the shadows of death. He chose to die; the Founder chose differently.

The rainstorm clearing to make way for the sun. The beautification of Zeke Jaeger. The visage of his tall, strong frame standing firm as his hated rival lays broken and mutilated at his feet. It’s all very hard to miss. Who knows where his head is at following this? I do, however, finally know why I get so many Spidey Sense tingles whenever Zeke opens his mouth.

  The name is Immanuel Kant: German scholar and one of the godfathers of modern philosophy. I first learned of Kant and his teachings as a teenager on my high school debate team as I prepared my cases for the Lincoln-Douglas competition. It was my first tournament and I placed second out of dozens of students. After I was done for the day, a girl came up to me and gave me congratulations for understanding Kant. I thanked her, but the truth was that I didn’t fully grasp Kantian philosophy until I got home that night and studied a bit more. Kantian ethics can be hard to grasp because they are often in conflict with each other. (Gee, that sounds familiar.)

Kant’s ethics are deontological in principal. This is a fancy way of saying that the main concern is the Deed That Must Be Done. It is a separation of morals from emotion. Kant rejected the Utilitarians of the day and their schools of thought regarding the inherent “goodness” of an action. Specifically, he had a big problem with Determinism, saying that things like free will were inherently unknowable; also, basing the morality of a decision around perceived outcomes was impossible, because consequences existed outside of physical existence and therefore could not be quantified. Kant set out to quantify the question of moral relativism with his most famous work: The Categorical Imperative.

This is a terribly complex system that has been repurposed and reinterpreted countless times over the past two centuries so I’ll spare you any ballywho. Basically, CI is the inverse of Consequentialism where everything but the consequences matter. Saving a person from drowning isn’t inherently a good action unless there is a logical reason for doing so. This is admittedly a very simplified summation, but even the expanded version leads to some dissonance of reason.

If we look at the Abstract of Categorical Imperative, it tells us: “Do not impose on others what you do not wish for yourself.” This line is very similar to the Golden Rule, which Kant famously opposed. The American scholar Peter Corning pointed this out, saying, “Kant’s objection is especially suspect because the Categorical Imperative sounds a lot like a paraphrase…of the same fundamental idea. Calling it a universal law does not materially improve on the basic concept.” To borrow an idea myself, it’s like playing the Super Mario theme in a minor key. It’ll sound more dour than usual, but it’s still the Mario theme. Joking aside, what’s important here is that the whole point of CI is to quantify the question of morality and it appears to do that in part by using the qualitative philosophy of the Golden Rule.

Another big beef came from Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard. He felt that Kantian autonomy was insufficient in holding people to the standards of CI’s universal truths. In his words: “Kant was of the opinion that man is his own law – that is, he binds himself under the law which he himself gives himself. Actually, in a profounder sense, this is how lawlessness or experimentation are established.” In other words, if the only thing that matters is reasoning, you can justify almost anything to serve your immediate reasoning.

EXAMPLE

Here is where the dubious nature of the Categorical Imperative fully rears its head, as it displays BOTH the morality and immorality of Zeke’s plan.

On one hand, this plan is fucking awful. There are numerous and many arguments to be made against it; working solely in the context of Kantianism, it is irrational to presume that sterilizing the Eldian people will lead to a more peaceful world. It relies on a ludicrous number of assumptions – the least of which isn’t that Marley will one day stop being a total bell end. Besides that shit, it violates the nature of Kantian philosophy by attempting to foresee the outcome of the situation.

The other hand? It actually makes sense. CI says that only reason matters. It’s ethics through the lens of rational thought. No matter your thoughts about the Great Titan War, how it started and ended, whether or not the Eldians’ preceding subjugation was just or not, it’s a fact that the Titans have caused a great deal of suffering for many people. Only one race of people can transform into these beasts, so the idea of stripping their ability to reproduce isn’t a great leap to make. It is rational specifically in the context of this universe.

(Apologies for any details missed. I haven’t read any Kant in several years and this is a very condensed version of a concept I would encourage you to look into further. Thinking about this all now, the fact that I ever made it to out-rounds while arguing any of this is frankly absurd.)

It makes sense then, finally, why Yelena is so devoted to Zeke’s plan. Titans destroyed her home and slaughtered her people. The rational course of action is to remove this weapon from the hands of those (Marley) that would abuse them. And if those same perpetrators get screwed over during the course of this plan then…[Shrug Emoji]. She claims what she wants is justice. What she really wants, of course, is revenge. Just like her sensei, Jaeger-san, who wants revenge still. Which Jaeger, you ask? The answer is yes.

Situations have been reversed. The volunteers (and Onyankopon) are seated at the head of the table while the officers of the Garrison and Military Police that held them captive are under their thumb. Color-coded armbands are divvied out to the Eldian forces, juuuuust in case you forgot which period of history we’re sending up here. Armbands are assigned based upon when a person surrendered to the Jaegerists. Those higher ups (and Falco) that partook of the wine get their own special armband, because Everything Is Awesome!!

Then there’s this fucking guy. Before I revisited the world of epistemology, I had a much less astute take prepared about character psychology and the concept of the “Double Turn.” I may still write that as a separate post; it won’t do any good here. Reiner didn’t appear, firstly (even though it appears that he and the Warrior Unit are on Paradis), and the visage of a disembodied child using Titan Magiks to bring Zeke back from the precipice of death brings up some very real questions about how real the Curse really is. We don’t know how Ymir Fritz died originally. Given the way mythology tends to work, I’d say patricide is highly plausible.

As usual, all we can do is speculate. One thing that doesn’t need speculation is Pieck. As usual, she’s right on time. As expected, she’s exactly right.

 Stray Thoughts

- As I noted last time, Levi was sent flying into the river. Evidently, he had enough strength to make it back to shore, just not much more than that. I suspect he’s alive for now but, goddamn did he get messed up. Levi underestimated Zeke’s suicidal tendencies, just as Zeke underestimated Levi’s tenacity. For two fellas that spent months in direct contact with each other, they have almost no clue.

- Not to stir the pot here but, here’s an in-story example of Kantian Ethics in case you’re still not quite sure. On the roof in Shiganshina – if Kant had been there (lol) – he would have disputed Levi giving the serum to Armin. Not for the reason you think. Categorical Imperative is all about reason. The reason Levi chose to save Armin is because he refused to rob his loved one of their humanity and instead chose to let him rest as opposed to reviving him for the sake of continuing a senseless, endless war. As Momtaku has said before: Levi chose Erwin over Armin. This was a choice made on emotional, borderline selfish, grounds and thereby irrational, which in Kant’s eyes makes it immoral. Just a little extra nugget for you. Discuss, friends!

[bastionkeeper]

Could you do 102 for Connor and Hank but switch it around for Connor to be drunk somehow? (Btw, I was the one who request Connor and North with the nightmare and I loved it)

Ayyy that’s so funny I just posted a drunk Connor one, one more coming up! Also I’m glad you liked the other one

102. "Are you… Drunk?"

Connor stumbled out of the police gala, his gyroscope failing him when he needed it most. He’d come outside at the recommendation of Officer Miller who thought Connor looked like he ‘needed some air.’

As Connor stood on the step outside, a glass still held in one hand, he wondered exactly why the air outside was so much more beneficial than the air inside, and when it was supposed to start working.

“Hey, Connor!”

Connor tried to turn around at Hank’s voice, but underestimated the speed at which he was turning and stumbled backwards down two stairs before catching himself with pinwheeling arms. He noticed with some annoyance that the way he had moved his arms had caused some of his drink to spill from the glass and wet his shirt sleeve.

“Whoa, you alright?” Hank asked. Connor kept examining his shirt sleeve.

“This is… uncomfortable,” he decided to label the feeling of wet clothes against his skin.

“Jesus you smell like a bar,” Hank said, wrinkling his nose. “S’that what I usually smell like? Damn. What happened to you? Stand too close to Reed and his little drunk crew?”

“Hell no,” Connor snorted, thinking it was fun to speak like Hank. “Hate that guy.”

“Look, Fowler’s almost done with his windbag speech, so you better come back inside and be seen clapping,” Hank said, jerking a thumb at the doors. “Come on, let’s get in there.”

As they walked back, Connor had difficulty finding where to put his feet. Hank looked at him with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, seeming to see the glass in his hand for the first time. “Wait a minute… are you drunk?”

“What?” Connor chuckled. “Hank, that’s ridiculous. I’m an android...”

“So android’s can’t get drunk?”

“... my tolerance is much higher than yours.” Connor shot Hank a wink, and that sealed it for the lieutenant.

“Yeah, you’re gone.” Hank shook his head in disbelief. “Fuck kid, if you were going to throw goody-two-shoes Connor out the window you could have at least let me know! I didn’t know you could hang!”

“I told you,” Connor said, pulling out the ‘you’ into a long whiny syllable. “I could be your buddy to drink with. You never invited me. That’s rude, Hank. You’re rude.”

“Alright,” Hank laughed. “Maybe we should just get you home, huh?”

“No!” Connor said hastily. “I’m being social! I’m having fun! I’m doing the… the… person thing.”

“The person thing?”

“The person thing!” Connor said again with more emphasis and a swift hand movement as if that explained what he meant.

“If the ‘person thing’ is puking all over my shoes, I’ll pass,” Hank said.

“I won’t ‘puke,’” Connor said, using air quotes around the word. He suddenly felt that he was too high up, and to compensate he crouched down and put a hand on the ground to steady himself. This soon turned to falling into a sitting position and throwing his head down against his knees and closing his eyes to keep the world from spinning. “Hank. Help. My gyroscope is broken.”

“I don’t think it is,” Hank said, more glee in his voice than sympathy. “C’mon. Get back up. I’ll help you get to the car.”

“I can’t,” Connor squeaked helplessly. “I’ve been poisoned.”

“You sure have. Now up.” Hank grabbed Connor under his arms and struggled to get him into a standing position. “Christ you’re heavy.”

Connor clung to Hank like a lifeline, making a little sound of distress everytime he stumbled even a little. Hank thought surely the universe was paying him back for the slap in the face wake up call Connor had given him so long ago. “You’re almost at the car, son, c’mon.”

Connor fell into the passenger seat heavily, swaying slightly. By the time Hank was in the driver’s seat and buckled up Connor was already dozing against the window, looking like a little kid that had fallen asleep on a long road trip. Hank chuckled, and hoped to god androids got hangovers too. He was curious to see how Connor liked getting woken up with shouting and lights when he was hungover.

[offtothepictures]

mamma mia! (2008) - part 1

mamma mia! is a musical starring meryl streep and amanda seyfried (post-mean girls but pre-les mis), in which seyfried’s character sophie discovers she has three potential dads and invites all three of them to her wedding on an idyllic greek island. got all that? and the best and DEFINITELY most important aspect? it’s allllll ABBA songs baby. talk about culture clash (1970s sweden vs 2008 greece? actually we’ll come to the 2008 part later). it’s cheesy and raucous and loud and sweet and an utter riot of joy, and the only musical my best friend actually doesn’t hate. and his excuse for hating musicals is that they’re cheesy so i think someone needs to work on their argument.

hi everyone! so love island has finished, i’ve just got back from holiday to torrential rain – thanks england – and meryl streep owns my ass, so before i go and see mamma mia! here we go again a gazillion more times (and meet the director AGHHHHH yes that’s actually happening) i’m gonna review the first one! bear in mind that i’ve seen this film literally 100 million times please. i can’t actually stress how much i adore this film and it’s my comfort film that i watch when I’m sad or ill or tired or bored in history. i’ll pick holes in the technical aspects of it but just know that i would die for this film. got it? lets go.

visually, it’s a pretty film. nothing toooo wild or groundbreaking (like florals for spring) but it’s saturated and dusty and bright and 100% suits the tone and setting of the film. it also has a softness and realness to it that i feel we don’t get anymore from hollywood in 2018 – if a film isn’t crisp and chockablock with cgi and visual effects, then it’s not making bank, and that includes you, new mamma mia. from a glance at this film, you know it’s set in the mediterranean. also the faded and bright quality of the film evoke some of the 70s imagery, not only of ABBA but of donna’s (meryl streep) past.

the costumes are also gorgeous and so camp and bright and cheesy! mamma mia! knows what film it is and keeps itself campy and cheesy without skimping on quality, and this is especially prevalent in the disco costumes, particularly super trouper and the end credits (which are oscar worthy in themselves lets be honest)

so I know it was originally a west end musical and having source material makes screenwriting easier, but i love the way the songs are worked in. nothing feels forced and once again, the crew didn’t have to compromise on quality by changing most of the words, which is a relief to the avid ABBA fan. and yes, this is a complaint i’ll revisit in my mamma mia! here we go again review.

why does sophie go post her letters on the mainland at midnight? did she sneak out? didn’t donna or sky question this?

also this will come up again a bit later but why do they have to shoot night scenes during the day and then try to colour correct? It’s just PAINFUL. can’t y’all shoot at night? jesus. also this is my theory as to why they cut the name of the game later in the film with bill and sophie – because it looked like shite!!!

this is EVIDENTLY SHOT DURING THE DAY CAN’T Y’ALL EVEN TRY?! THAT IS FUCKING SUNLIGHT BUT I GUESS MAYBE I’M WRONG AND THAT’S NOT HOW LIGHT WORKS

I ALWAYS THOUGHT THE SONG WAS “I’M TALL I’M TALL I’M TINY” BUT I GUESS I’M WRONG also i love that being ‘tough’ is this scottish girl’s quantifier in her friendship group. is that racist? smh mamma mia u ain’t woke

you know what isn’t fucking mentioned once in mamma mia 2? (yes i am already sick of typing out the whole damn name so this is what you get) BILL’S ICONIC EYE TATTOOS. okay butch count olaf i see u sweetie

did they hire christine baranski before or after this line was written? because either way that’s…………. savage

this is 1000000% a whole ass reach but is sophie wearing three little stars on her necklace to represent her dads? Because that’s some adorable shit right there

this is still the coolest scene transition ever imo

okay why have they got sophie doing these anime-ass gasps when she sees her dads for the first time lmao

QUESTION: how did sophie meet her two friends? did they stay on the island? this IS a question i’ll be asking director of mamma mia! here we go again ol parker when i see him in two weeks. also WHERE ARE THEY IN THE SECOND MOVIE FFS

and on that note how does sophie know sky?

sooooo this film is supposedly set in 2000? if sophie is born in 1980 according to the second mamma mia film…… so sky is setting up a website for donna in 2000? i did some research trying to trip the film up for not actually being set in 2000 when it was released but i can’t find anything incriminating. just know….. that i know the truth. you can’t hide from me phyllida lloyd.

Is aunt sophia dead?

the guy who hits on tanya does have a name and it is pepper. i was initially wondering why it wasn’t mentioned in the film but now i guess i know why. also it is shouted at him at some point in the second act but i guess i just thought they were….. hurling abuse?? idk

the level of innuendo in this film that completely went over my head as an 8-year-old is unreal

also shoutout to my friend hannah for not realising harry is gay even though he basically says it. and makes out with a dude. and sings take a chance on me to him which is honestly the most convincing part. love you han x

harry’s greek boyfriend is actually called petros or smth but he looks like a fabio so we’re calling him fabio

okay here’s where we’ll leave part 1!! keep ya peepuhs peeled (not ya noggin. god that’s quite the reference) for part 2!!