#coming back like a damn boomerang yes

[timethehobo]

He just keeps coming back in my doodles.

[va-3]

Confessions

Masterlist

Joker:

Mr. J had taken notice of the music you seemed to dance a little to when you accompanied him to his club for business meetings, so he put a little something together for you. Late into the night, when the club's crowd was rowdiest, Joker invited you out onto the dance floor. Your favourite music blasted over the speakers and you couldn't help but drop your guard down and let loose. For hours you danced, but when you had grown tired and wished to return home, Joker caught you by the waist and kissed you like he was drowning and you were oxygen.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger and y/n had established a mutual liking for each other within a month and decided to "hang out" more often, as Digger had put it. Both persons, although they didn't openly admit, were crushing on one another and frequently looked forward to the weekly meetings. For y/n, it was a great breather after a long week of working beneath her feisty mafia boss. Arriving, for once, later than Digger, y/n spotted her drinking buddy sitting on the other side of the bar and decided to see how long it'd take him to notice her. Slipping into a seat, she caught some of his conversation with the bartender. 

"Mate, you ever been in love?" The bartender nodded his head and laughed, "Yes, and it's one hell of a ride. You got your eyes on someone?" 

Digger laughed and stared dreamily across the bar, stiffening a little when he saw y/n. Sucking in a breath and muttering "fuck it" under his breath, he pointed across the bar at y/n, "Right there."

Deadshot:

Another day, another mission to kill the infamous ass-hat that was y/n. Floyd sighed when his scope rested against his eye and he watched y/n slide her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and take a sip out of her drink, delivering a devious wink to him. Deciding against killing y/n for the thousandth time, he dropped his gun and shot a grapple above him to swing onto her porch. He landed without grace, but barely disturbed y/n's tanning. Greeting him quietly, y/n patted the second chair beside him. A recently made mojito sat on the table, like she'd been waiting for him(not that he doubted it). Floyd took a seat, and only a moment later y/n spoke up.

"Deadshot, I believe I've done something bad, but I'm not sure I care." He raised a questioning brow and turned his attention towards her and away from his mojito. "And what might that be?"

"I fell in love with you."

Diablo:

The gunfire in the air was getting thicker: hiding from the fight stopped being an option for the silent y/n. Chato watched as she stood and exhaled, her shoulders dropping. Darkness swirled around her feet slowly, becoming a shapeless creature behind her. Chato's panic began to rise the longer she stood in the open, in the middle of the gunfire drowning out his yells. Unable to sit any longer, he hopped up and yanked her back by her shoulder. She turned with a shocked expression that softened when she saw the concern in his eyes. 

"Chato, I love you, but you have to let me be a monster for a second."

Killer Croc:

y/n had been thrown across the plaza multiple times by Enchantress's larger brother, but every time she seemed to stand up with more energy than before. But when Waylon saw her go down, something in him broke a little. Why isn't she getting up? Barely avoiding being hit by the larger god, he slid through his legs and scooped y/n into his arms and ducked into the shadows. She was clearly unconscious, the large slash across her forehead ensuring that. Frantically he patted her face, trying but failing at waking her. Instead he cradled her face and put his forehead to her damaged one.

"Come on girl, don't go now..." Almost like she was listening, her eyes moved under her eyelids, and then opened, glistening with tears. She smiled happily and put her hand to his cheek, "Do you really care?"

"You're damn right I do." 

Harley Quinn:

Harleen had stopped coming in for sessions with y/n two weeks ago, and now she was giving up hope. Several other psychiatrists had been sent in to treat her, and every single one had left with their tail between their legs. y/n, for the first time in a long time, was genuinely upset. She missed Harleen's smile, and her ability to listen to her rambling. Now, she lie awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring across her room at the wall. Everything felt empty. You wanted to leave, and one way or another, you were going to. Ballpoint pen in hand, you raised it above your wrist...but the door opened. Your head snapped around and you beamed. In the doorway was Harleen—sure she looked more beat down and was clearly off her rocker, but your Harleen was back. 

"You're back!"

"Of course, I could never leave my girl behind."

June Moone:

Days with June never stopped being fun, but sometimes she just wanted out of the hotel room(as did you, but that is besides the point). The previous night you had suggested a classic movie to watch, but failed to mention that staying awake for the entire duration was almost impossible. Not even halfway through, June found you had slumped over the arm of the couch in a deep sleep. Not wanting to watch the movie without you, she took to sleeping as well, leaning against you. 

You were the first to awake, but it was not of natural cause. June was whimpering in her sleep, tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt where her face was rested. You instantly shook her awake, and cupped her face in your hands. Her eyes opened and gazed into yours, the room silent aside from sniffles. 

"What was it about?"

June didn't answer, she only pressed her lips against yours like you were going somewhere, anywhere, at any second. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against your shoulder.

"Never leave me, y/n..."

"It'll never be an option, I promise."

Enchantress:

From the start, Enchantress had been unable to stop staring at y/n's ethereality. And Enchantress's brother could see it. The way she stared when y/n took out human troops with the most beautiful display of power; it simply took her breath away. It wasn't until you were the one that needed help that she acted upon her crush. 

Helicopters, idiotically, had been consistently appearing in the sky, only to be struck down like gnats by y/n. But this time there were too many arriving to keep an eye on all at once. y/n was frantically casting beams of destruction at ships, but dodging their firing was getting far to difficult. Enchantress could see y/n's obvious exhaustion, and began to silently panic. Would her y/n be struck down? She shook the thought from her head and darted from the bottom of the building to the roof where y/n was attacking from. She arrived just in time to see y/n get hit in the side and cast to the ground. Screaming in fury and worry, Enchantress frantically shot down the remaining helicopters and scooped y/n up in her arms. 

"You're okay, you're okay," she whimpered, tracing you lips with her fingers. Golden blood seeped through her fingers, but in the opposite direction. y/n eyes opened and she smiled that dreamy smile of hers. 

"Yes, yes I am." 

Enchantress could do nothing but kiss her in that moment, because for once, she was speechless with gratitude.

Next

[tinkerbelle05]

17. “If you insult them, you insult me.” but with a protective!batdad and his hoard of children

Imagine the Wayne’s are at a gala right. They are scattered throughout the living room; some are dancing to the music, others are engaging in meaninglessness conversations with random Gotham elites, and others (who are legal) are drowning themselves in champagne so this night goes by faster.

Bruce was talking to some government official—he’d forgotten the name—when he saw it. The flash of discomfort graced Jason’s face. It was quick but Bruce saw it, clear as day. His eyes followed the two men that was clearly talking about Jason but not to him.

Bruce excused himself from the man and made his way over. He was stalking, going slow and quietly so the men couldn’t hear him and continued to run their mouths.

“I just don’t understand it. Like Dickie and the rest of his kids are well-behaved, but Narrows clearly doesn’t belong..”

“Yes, obviously he’s just a charity case and it’s nice of Bruce to do so, but he’s ruining the Wayne family name.”

Bruce would see the frown that’s growing on Jason’s face and his fist tightening. But beyond that Bruce could see the hurt and doubt in his eyes.

And no one makes his child feel that way.

“Excuse me, gentlemen” Bruce interrupted in a sickly sweet tone and wide smile. “I overheard you talking about my son. Things that I do not appreciate.”

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, we were just-“

“I do not care what you are saying. It’s all bullshit,” he comes closer to the men, his voice becoming louder and the smile dropped. You will not come into my home and insult my children, any of them. I don’t care what opinions you have of them.”

“We were just stating facts. It has nothing to with you, he is-“

“My child! He is my child and you dare insult him in his own home. If you insult him, you insult me. And if you insult me, then I will make sure your stocks reach a point where you won’t be worth a damn.”

Silence filled the room as all eyes where all them. People had their phones out, reports scrambling to write every word on their notepads, and his children smiling and smirking.

Jason found his way to his siblings, watching with a devious smile on his face. It felt gratifying to see it return.

“Now, go and do not come back,” he demanded.

“Now, Bruce-”

“I believe Master Bruce told you two to leave and remaining here is trespassing, and that is Mr. Wayne to you.” Alfred stiffly reminded them and escorted them out.

After that the party has returned to its previous state of light classical music and chatter.

Jason said when Bruce came back. He pulled them into a dark secluded corner. “You didn't have to do all of that, Bruce.”

“Yes, I did. No one insult my children and gets away with it.” He responded. He cups Jason’s face with his hands and bring the man down to kiss on the forehead, “Do not believe a word that those men said, don't believe a word that anyone says. You are my son, and everyday my love for you grows. Never forget that.”

“Geez, your getting sappy in your old age.” Bruce sees the light blush on Jason’s cheeks at his declaration. “I love you too.”

Of course all of the headlines the following day were all about the public lashing that John Hemmings and Mark Hastling received from Gotham’s Prince. And as Bruce said, their stocks certainly did plummet.

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In 1x01 Steve finds a key:

and soon he meets Danny:

In 1x24 Steve finds this key again (he gets it back):

and Danny is also there:

So. The first and the last episodes of season 1 have this "finding a key" scene.

In the first episode Steve finds the key and very soon Danny comes to his life. In the last episode Steve finds the key and very soon... Danny will be gone from his life (he won't but at this moment show's narration tells us that Danny is going to come back to Jersey and to sacrifice his own happiness and health for his dear Gracie).

Look, I remember that the key belongs to The Case. Yeah, John, governor Pat, Doris, Wo Fat etc etc. But to hell with them now. The key. It can't be a coincidence! I mean, I truly believe that it means something. I truly believe that this damn key is also a symbol.

What is a key for? It unlocks. What is still locked in the beginning of the Pilot? Steve's heart.

He's lonely, he lost his mother, father, brother Freddie, in some way he lost his sister. He has no friend now (and he has never had SUCH friend, absolutely best friend, like Danny before). He doesn't know what love (in romantic sense) is, has never truly loved and has never felt truly loved. And even his family... Steve felt a lack of love there too.

In that garage, oh, he is so alone. So damn alone with all his feelings, with his grief.

But suddenly he finds a key. And then boom! He meets Danny. He meets a person he needs so much. Destiny (seriously!) gives him Danny. Danny is the best friend ever. Danny is love of Steve's life. Every next episode shows us how perfect soulmates Steve and Danny are. How much happy and loved is Steve when Danny is present in his life.

Danny unlocked Steve's heart. The scene with Steve finding the key is like an omen. A good omen. It's like "something will be opened soon" and indeed, it happens.

And then there's the last episode of this season. Everything what Steve has... he will lose it. His best friend, his love, his everything soon will leave him, will leave Five-0, will leave Hawaii. And with whom? With Rachel. So a double nightmare is coming. Steve will be hurt. His heart will be locked again. No, his heart will be dead this time.

Laura's death... It looks like it's their last case together. Last adventure. Last moments in life. But hey, what Steve finds? The key. He has it back now. And what happens soon? He is arrested and Danny... Danny stays. Stays in Steve's life. Stays for Steve.

Danny realizes that he can't sacrifice himself and his love (yes, Steve is love of his life with no doubt). He loves Gracie deeply but he can't suffer like this even for her. He realizes that he doesn't have to. He can have both: Grace and Steve. And to have Grace he doesn't have to be with Rachel and to pretend he loves her. He is free now. Steve and Hawaii are his home, his freedom. They're his key (and Grace's) to a better and happier life. To love.

The key came back to Steve. Danny is now his again too. Another sign. Destiny, again. When Steve holds the key it looks like a scene from some fairytale. It looks like the voice of destiny whispers to him "Don't worry. You will never lose him. He is yours forever".

They're each other's key. Damn boomerang-key that can never be truly lost cause their love is too powerful.

[devil-acid]

You delivered on that war's picture and I loved it! He looks great.

In return Here is some War's angst for you. I hope you like it! :)

It had all been going so well.

Then the portal.

Then the damn Hynox.

Wild’s Hyrule sucked. “Remind me to tell Wild that his home sucks!”

“Oh, don’t worry Wind. I am first in line!” Raising his shield in front of him he blocked an arrow from an archer on one side of the clearing. He and Wind had been separated from the group. The pair of them fighting through a horde of Bokblins from what they can only assume is Wild’s Hyrule.

An approaching Hynox told them this wouldn’t be as easy as they first assumed.

The fight wasn’t pretty. Monsters surrounded the pair from all sides and they tried to keep them back. Swords slashed as monsters screamed. Black blood dripped from their blades as they danced around each other. Warriors noticed the moment the sailor slowed slightly.

He was getting tired, so he had to protect him. He had to keep them off Wind.

“Guys! Anyone! We could use some help over here!!!” He was distracted, the call for help having echoed through the forest.

“War’s lookout!!!!”

Wind’s warning came too late.

The moment the blade slashed across his chest was the moment his breath was stolen from him. Everything stopped.

The world froze as the icy feeling of pain spread across him. Spiraling up and across as his body lost contact with the ground. As he flew. His Sword flew from his grasp as he landed several feet away from where he was standing. Landing with a sickening crunch on his side.

Oh yes, something was broken.

“Wars!!”

That was wind. Wind was moving towards him. The Hynox was too.

No don’t do that. Either of them.

“War’s I’m coming!” The sailor's small voice sounded through the clearing as he pulled a boomerang from his belt. Throwing it towards a bokoblin as he began to run. Watching it impale itself into the monster's eye he grabbed at it on his way past. Yanking it with all his strength as he continued to move.

“Get away from my brother!” He stood tall in an opening in the monster's, phantom sword in one hand and boomerang in the other. As he tried to find a way through.

“Wind…. Don’t” He struggled through shallow breaths.

Man, his chest hurt.

Remember what they taught you, don’t move. Don’t move. Deep breaths and apply pressure.

Trying to move his arm was the worst idea. As pain shot through him anew. Burning hot and bright as he stopped that movement and rolled onto his back.

So his arm was broken. Wonderful.

“Wars! I’m coming! Just hold on!” The sound of struggle had him attempting to turn his head, Pain shot through his head. “Just gotta get past these guys!”

A howl through the trees indicated that aid was close at hand.

Good. Wind would be safe.

He would live…

Huh.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” The flash of yellow across the sky and a yell from the Hynox told him that the sailor's boomerang had hit home.

“Wind!” Sky’s voice sounded across the clearing first.

“ITS WARS!” The sailor yelled as he charged the monster, phantom sword raised. “HE’S THERE YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM!!!!” Sliding under a swing from the beast he continued his attack. Jumping up and moving backwards. His eyes looked rapidly at the group that arrived.

Legend, Sky and Twilight.

“PLEASE HELP HIM! PLEASE!” Wind yelled, as he caught the boomerang again and threw it once more, swinging his body around with his throw it flew up into the Sky and hit home right in the Hynox’s eye. The monster recoiled as it gripped its face. Falling to the ground.

“Legend!” Sky’s voice. “Can you see him?!”

“Yep!” The veteran's quick response spurred them into action.

“I’ll take the Hynox with Wind! You and Twilight get the captain out of here!” Sky’s voice sounded his eyes burning with determination as he sprinted off to help the sailor.

“You got it!” He ran as fast as he could, quickly arriving at the captain's side. “Hey, Captain! Pretty boy! Can you hear me?” Legend slid to the ground as hands immediately shot to the wound across his chest. The pressure forced a sound out of his chest. As the pain shot anew. Twilight appeared not long after, the familiar shift of magic sending a chill up his spine.

He tried to respond. But the world was spinning so fast. He felt so dizzy. The shroud of pain was so intense across his body. That he couldn’t form words.

The sound of pain would have to do.

“Captain I need you to stay with me as long as you can!” Legend leant against his hands across the wound. His hands instantly became drenched in blood. “Twilight. Get my bag, the spare clothes we need to pack this wound to stop the bleeding as soon as we can!”

Something was broken.

“His arms broken.”  Twilight said as he dug through the bag. Grabbing a bottle with a red potion inside. His eyes looked to the ground.

There’s so much blood…

“Come on Link you can't Die on me now I’ve not had my fill of sarcastic quips from you.” Legend said, as Twilight wrapped up the clothes into small bundles that he could lean against.

The yell of a Hynox told them that Sky and Wind had been successful.

Good. They would be safe.

“Wars? Wars?!” Wind's worried voice sounded over the fog in his mind. “Is he okay? Is he going to be okay?!”

“That was quick.” Twilight mused as he continued to fish around in legends bag for the clothes. Throwing items out with muttered apologies, saying that he’d put all the items in the bag again after.

“Later. I’ve got potions.” Sky said firmly. As he sat, his eye clanking to twilight quickly before pulling out his own bag. “What are you after.”

“Something to pack the wound, slow the bleeding until we can get Hyrule.” Twilight said straight. Finally pulling out a plane white shirt.

“I’ve got something we can use.” Sky fished around and quickly pulled out his spare undershirt. Moving it quickly towards legend.

“So do I!” Wind started to move too. But sky stopped him with his hand. “What?”

“Potions. We need potions.” The skyloftians voice was firm, he looked to wind with a neutral expression as the sailor tried to stifle the moment of panic from his heart.

“O…okay.”

“I don’t know if he’ll keep them down.” For some reason, to the captain, that voice sounded like it was moving away

“We have to…” That voice was a little further… Why did he move away that was stupid.

“Wars?” A voice. So far away.

Who said that anyway? The world was fading at the edges.

“War’s stay with me! Stay here!” He felt something on his face but couldn’t see it. It soon faded. Too, leaving him.

“Wars!” Desperation. That sounded like…

Who was that?

The voices were getting muffled. Feeling lost. Feeling… Feeling….

Silence.

Feeling nothing. He felt like he was floating. Floating in a vast sea. His tunic was damp, It had to be water.

Was there… someone he needed to protect?

Maybe this was the Great Sea Wind always spoke about? How peaceful.

They’d be okay.

The others. Would make it.

He could…. He could….

Rest.

WHA.... I...

WHAT

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOO GOOOOD, wind trying to protect his big brother uggggghh, they both make me so ;;;;;;

warriors in so much pain ouchouch poor boy (<-- said innocently like he doesnt enjoy watching him suffering)

I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANKS YOUUUU

goodbye warriors I will miss you

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 31

chapter 31 - call to arms

synopsis: help is on the way.

word count: 3,483

warnings:

"but I won't let this go not my tomorrow don't forget your pride it's laying in her bed of sorrow what you, what you done to me i swear to you it's gonna come back like a boomerang,, boomerang - yebba

The streets of Ikebukuro were oddly still on this quiet night. Nothing out of the ordinary disrupted the usual bustle of passing cars and moving crowds. Even the stars twinkled quietly in the sky, a rare instance to see with the abundant fluorescent lighting that decorated the streets.

As he walked home from a typical longer day at school, Mikado Ryuugamine was acutely aware of the feeling. The feeling that all of this could break at any moment. He anticipated it every day, that a city as unpredictable as this would surely brew up something new. It had been the longest phase of peace he had experienced since he first moved to the city, ever since Horada was defeated and Masaomi disappeared.

He looks at the girl walking beside him. Anri Sonohara clutches her briefcase in front of her, face and stature radiating calmness. She had grown from the troubled, mysterious young girl that he had first met. Now, they understood more about each other, if only a little bit. A load had been lifted from their shoulders. However, both had agreed not to approach anything further until the return of their friends.

Yes, with the peace came the loss of two friends.

First, Masaomi. While unexpected, the two came to terms with the fact that the boy had a lot to figure out. They held onto hope that when he found that understanding, he would be back--and they would welcome him with open arms, and continue as usual.

But then, the next loss was even more sudden. It had been weeks since they had seen (Y/N). After a bit of asking around, it appeared that everyone was in the same boat. That video of you spread quickly, and word of mouth traveled even quicker. Each whisper added more uncertainty…but the two refused to assume anything until they could talk to you. Worry plagued them as the days went by, and they often worried that, unlike Masaomi, you wouldn’t be back.

Mikado had tried to do some digging in the Dollars forums, but all that had come up were more ridiculous rumors. Even with Anri’s newfound resolve, he could see how much your absence was weighing on her. If he could do anything to dispel that weight, he would.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Anri says as the two begin to walk separate paths. Her smile is simple, but an eager shine inhabits her gaze. She looks forward to seeing him again. Mikado matches her smile, waving goodbye before their backs finally turn to each other.

He only makes it a few steps further before his phone buzzes in his pocket, the ringtone signifying a text. That’s odd. Who could be texting him right now? It’s embarrassing to say, but he wasn’t exactly the receiver of many texts these days. Not from anyone besides Anri, or Erika and Walker, oddly enough. His curiosity has him fishing out the phone and checking the notification. 

Mikado stops in his tracks. The message is short; succinct--but it takes him forever to read it as his eyes scan the same words over and over. Once to make sure he was reading right. Another to comprehend the words. One last time to really sound it out in his head. Each pass-over brings more tension to his now rigid shoulders. 

A sharp, high sound meets his ears. He turns to the source of the sound. There, he sees Anri, not much further away than he is. She mirrors his condition, shoulders pinched and eyes owlishly wide. She stares down at the small screen in her hands. Almost sensing him, the girl meets Mikado’s gaze. The two stare at each other, common thoughts shared by a simple look.

...

“Hey, weirdos! Throw out the trash, willya?”

“Aw, Dotachinnn! You’ve done it for us before!”

“I’m not your damn mother.”

Erika Karisawa sports an exaggerated pout as she and Walker drag themselves from Saburo’s van, several empty takeout boxes gathered in their arms. The two had used the trunk as a makeshift seat while they ate dinner--a sort of loophole to Saburo’s ‘no eating in the car’ rule. The trashcans were only around the corner, but they had been so comfortable! As the two disposed of the trash, the other half of the van gang filed back into the car. Kadota starts to slide into the passenger seat when something buzzes and chimes in his pocket. Erika and Walker had already continued one of their eccentric conversations by the time they returned. 

“I’m telling you--there’s so much left in this volume. There’s no way they can cram that all into….Dotachin?”

The pair pauses just as they go to open the van’s back door. Erika’s eyebrow furrows at the sight of their leader. The man sits only halfway into the vehicle, his legs still hanging onto the concrete floor. The collar of his jacket covers the lower half of his face, but all the perceptive Erika needs to see is his gaze. Even under the shade of his hat can she see it; the panic in the gleaming whites of his eyes. His cell phone is clutched tightly in his hand, whatever inhabits the screen being the cause of his behavior. Erika’s hand hovers over her own phone in her bag, wondering if there was something on her phone as well. The thought is cut off by a gasp beside her.

She looks over at Walker, finding him in a similar state. Having had the same thought, he had already checked his own phone. The color of his pupils is visible with how his eyes widen. Erika peeks over his shoulder to finally see what the fuss was about. Looking at the words across his screen, she doesn’t replicate the men’s reactions. Instead, her face melts into steel. She yanks the car door open and smoothly maneuvers inside.

“We have to go.”

...

“Oh, Celtyyy, I’ve got your robe fresh from the dryer!” Shinra waltzes into the bedroom, a mirthful flush decorating his face. He dons a robe of his own, the white fluff matching the black fabric he held in his arms. However, where he expects to see the bare body of his fiance in their shared bed, he only finds a pile of sheets. “Wha- Celty?”

He hears movement elsewhere in the apartment and quickly follows it. He finds the source in the living room, where Celty has just finished zipping up her black body suit. She grabs her bright yellow helmet on her way toward the front door.

“W-Wha-!? Celty!” Shinra stumbles over the coffee table as he chases after his lover. She doesn’t respond to him initially, making a B-line to exit the apartment. “What happened to our night in?” 

The headless woman whips back around, shoving her cellphone into his face. Shinra expects to see the usual message--an explanation for what’s going on. However, he’s not met with that familiar yellow-striped screen and black text.

The screen is black, with a singular blue text bubble near the top.

UNKNOWN (Y/N) Brigall has been abducted in a silver Toyota Sienna, license plate --500 46-49. The car is headed to the abandoned warehouse at 2-chōme-20-10 Minamiikebukuro

“Oh…” Shinra’s mouth presses into a thin line. His pupils briefly switch between the phone screen and his own reflection in Celty’s helmet. He nods, his airy smile returning. “Ok. I’ll be here when you get back!”

...

“Unfortunately, this will take a bit longer than I’d hoped, but I did plan for this. There’s an adequate amount of time before we need to be on our flight.”

“Won’t she need to be conscious to get through airport security, sir?”

Brigall glares at the man driving the vehicle. Having made a successful getaway, Isaac drove at a more legal speed than the initial takeoff. It was safe to say that they were clear from here on out. “As I said , I’ve planned for this. Once we reach the warehouse, I’ll administer a dose of the memory serum. We’ll have to wait it out until she wakes up, but when she does, she should be docile enough to cooperate.”

“I see. I wouldn’t expect any less from you, doctor. You are truly genius.” The doctor’s chest swelled with pride. 

“This warehouse, how did you find it?”

“I’ve been connecting with a local informant. He’s kept tabs on her for me. Although I’m disappointed that this memory slip-up wasn’t brought to my knowledge…Useless man.”

“Yes, your serum was fool-proof. I wonder what could have possibly circumvented it.” The butler’s eyes stayed trained on the road ahead. As it grew later into the night, fewer and fewer bodies inhabited the streets. After a particular exit, no other cars were visible for miles. A flash of light appears behind him. Sparing a brief glance, he notices two headlights a fair distance behind. However, that distance closes rapidly as the vehicle speeds through the empty street.

“And not an officer to be seen. People really are foolish in this degenerate town.” Brigall gripes, having noticed the same vehicle. It had now fully overtaken their car, cruising ahead in the lane next to them. “What a drab hunk of junk.”

Said hunk of junk suddenly switches into the lane right in front of them, the tail lights flashing as the vehicle abruptly brakes. Isaac swears as he swerves, the car moving too fast to come to a full stop. The wheels burn against the asphalt road. The left tires are pulled into the air by the momentum, momentarily tipping the whole car. The men’s bodies jolt as they return to an upright position.

“What the hell!?” Brigall clutches the seat underneath him tightly, still reeling from the sudden movement.

“Apologies, sir.” There’s not time to recuperate before Isaac hits the gas once more. He checks the rearview mirror again, watching the larger vehicle continue to trail behind them. “It would appear we’re being followed.”

“Well, lose them!” The doctor rolls down his window, craning his neck to get a better look at the offending vehicle. The large green van had little trouble keeping up. He couldn’t make out faces through the dark windshield. An uneasy feeling rises within him.  “Are you even listening!? Floor it!” The car jerks forward at full speed, successfully increasing the space between both vehicles. 

As for this van, its passengers are attempting to assuage the rapidly approaching motion sickness from the bumpy ride. Its driver, however, remains undeterred as he stomps the pedal to the metal. “Not so fast, fucker!”

If there was anyone you could call for a car chase, it was Saburo Togusa. 

A triumphant sneer spreads across Brigall’s face as they manage to evade the van. Nothing was going to come between him and that plane. “Doctor…”

“Just be quiet and drive.”

“I’m afraid we have more company.”

“What?” He pulls his head back through the window to look through the front windshield. For a moment, he can’t make anything out in the dark. Then, he catches a speck of yellow. As the car drives closer, he realizes that there’s something in the middle of the road--or rather, some one .

The figure is shrouded in darkness, perched on a motorbike and stationed right in front of the exit that would lead them to the warehouse.

“Nothing but a motorbike. Keep driving--either they move or become roadkill.” Isaac nods in acceptance of the command, doing nothing to stifle his speed. To their alarm, the van was rapidly closing in, now switching lanes to drive directly beside them. Brigall gawks at the colorful portrait of an anime girl that decorates the back side door. The door slides open, revealing a woman in a long, black dress. She braces her arms against the frame of the door as she pokes her torso out. Loose strands of hair whip around her face, her hat thankfully stowed away for safekeeping.

“Careful, Erika, we’re going full speed!” Kyohei shouts.

“Relax, I’m just getting a better look!” From this close, Erika can make out figures inside. Two male bodies take up the driver and passenger seats, but as her eyes search the back seats, she can’t find a third figure. “I don’t see her!”

“Are we sure this is the right car?” Walker tries to peek over Erika’s shoulder from his safer position in the backseat. 

“It’s gotta be. License plate matches and everything!”

“They’re headed right for that address. It’s the old Yellow Scarves hideout, isn’t it?” Kyohei directs his attention to the driver, who nods.

“They’ve gotta be up to some shady shit. Can’t get too rough if she’s in there…Don’t worry, I’ll follow their asses all the way there!”

Brigall frantically looks between the van beside him and the shadow-y figure lurking ahead. Who the hell were these people? They couldn’t possibly know about the woman in the trunk. How could they know? “They don’t appear to be budging, sir.”

“Just mow ‘em over!” he snaps. His teeth busy themselves with his short, stumpy nails. Isaac remains unperturbed, even as they draw closer and closer to the person on the motorbike. They don’t notice how the shadows beneath them begin to move, forming long streams across the ground. Suddenly, the shadows rise, creating a misty cloud of darkness around the car. Isaac has to slam the brakes once his vision is completely obscured. The sudden movement causes Brigall to bite into his own thumb, the force no doubt drawing blood.

“D-dammit,” he sputters, trying and failing to maintain his composure. “What is this!?” The doctor struggles to think of a new plan. Isaac surveys the darkness surrounding the vehicle, before looking down at the GPS he had been using. His eyes spot the small compass in the corner of the screen. “Don’t fret, doctor. Stay buckled.”

Before Brigall can even question his butler’s intentions, the car lurches back into motion. A startled shout tears its way from the doctor’s throat as they move through the darkness. 

Celty had just pulled up beside the window when the car shot forward. She narrowly avoided being hit, watching as the shadows around the vehicle dissipated slowly. The dullahan hoped that she could simply stop the car, not wanting to cause a wreck that would get you hurt. As she racked her brain for a plan, a pool of light surrounded her.

The blinding lights of the green van came within inches of her before skidding to a halt. A brief tremor racks through Celty’s body, her heart recovering from the sudden scare. A head pops out of the passenger side window. “That you, Celty? What’re you doing out here?”

Through the bright shine of the headlights, she recognizes Kadota’s features. She maneuvers her scared-stiff body around the vehicle, typing a message onto her phone.

“It’s (Y/N). She’s been taken and she’s in that car somewhere.”

“Yeah, we got the memo. Looks like it’s getting away, but we’ll catch ‘em at the location.” Kadota watches the silver car disappear into the distance, struggling to fight off the unease building in his gut. 

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Walker pipes up from the back seat. “Going off what everybody saw weeks ago, she shouldn’t be easy to just snatch up. What exactly are we up against? Could it be something supernatural?”

“We can chat about it on the ride there--c’mon, we can’t give them too much time!” Saburo’s body roars with impatience. Celty nods and goes to retrieve her bike. However, as she climbs over the seat, a strange sound meets her ears. It sounds like some sort of patter, like rain against the concrete. It grows closer, and she eventually recognizes the sound of many running feet. 

“Celty!” Even from a distance, she can hear the breathlessness of the voice. Two small figures grow closer. Mikado and Anri can’t quite make it all the way to the woman before they have to stop, doubling over to catch their breaths. By now, the van gang has also picked up on the footsteps, but their focus is drawn to the third body that approaches from a different direction. This one hurtles at a much more alarming speed, blurs of blonde hair signaling exactly who the figure is.

Shizuo sprints at an inhuman pace, breathing quiet and even. Unlike Mikado and Anri, he shows no sign of stopping. He’s easily on the verge of overtaking everyone, only lulling slightly in speed at the sight of Celty.  “S…She’s in trouble!” Anri heaves, barely able to muster her voice. 

“No more time--in the van!” Erika’s voice holds an uncharacteristic amount of power. The backdoor to the van slides open and the two teenagers stumble inside. With Celty out of the way, the van’s engine roars back to life. “Grab Shizuo and meet us there, Celty!” Erika shouts as the vehicle speeds off. Celty quickly follows their lead, revving up Shooter.

Before following them, she rides in a circle, turning around to ride beside Shizuo. They travel side by side, matching speeds. The man spares her a glance, staring into the darkness within her helmet. Even without eyes to look into or a mouth to speak, the two seem to communicate almost telepathically. She only needs to see the look in his eyes before she nods. Her shadows rise around him, caressing his face before materializing into a helmet. Shizuo briefly slows to throw a leg over the back of her bike, grasping tightly onto the seat as a new burst of speed practically teleports them forward.

...

“...ey…”

“...ello…”

“Hello!!”

A gasp tears itself through you as you jolt awake. You open your eyes to pure nothingness. Your hands move on their own, patting over your face and chest in an attempt to find a semblance of tangibility. Your gaze is too flustered and jumpy to make sense of your surroundings. Panic rises in your bloodstream with each wave of confusion invading your senses.

“Hey, don’t worry!”

A voice. Perky and soft. Behind you. A person behind you. Your mind scrambles for the comfort of comprehension. You reel toward the source of the voice, eager for another presence. “W-where am-!”

Your voice stops in your throat with a watery choke. It feels as though someone had snatched the breath from your lungs.

A figure stood before you in the black abyss, their presence appearing exceedingly bright amongst their surroundings. Their soft, striped pants billowed around their ankles, swayed by some unknown source of wind. Delicately ornate fabric decorates their torso, cloaked by light-washed denim. 

“Like my outfit, huh? I picked it special!” You don’t grant them a response, too racked with disbelief.  “Gotta impress on my first night in Ikebukuro!”

The source of the voice smiles. A familiar smile, with a familiar crinkle about the eyes. 

Your eyes.

“I’m dreaming…hallucinating, or something.” There’s little power behind your voice, small and trepid.

“Yeah, probably!” You…the figure shrugs, “But, y’know, it’s not so bad, is it? You get to see me again!”

You don’t respond, barely able to absorb the distorted mirror you were staring into. The more you comprehended, the more it all felt like a sick, twisted joke. The light in her eyes. The glow in her skin. The hallmarks of joy that had undoubtedly faded from your countenance long ago. 

Where fuzzy confusion once sat, hot rage takes its place. It sizzles down your spine and chest, shooting out of each of your arms until one has reeled back into a fist. A carnal roar tears through your throat as your hand goes flying, aimed straight between the eyes of the infuriating apparition.

Right where knuckles would make contact with skin, your arm moves right through. Before you can recover, your body’s momentum follows your fist. Your feet lose their bearings and you’re sent hurtling to the ground. You prepare yourself for the stinging pain of the cold hard ground…

But it never comes.

The cold, breezy feeling around you dissipates into something much more stifling. Where nothingness once enveloped you, something solid is now cradling your lying body. You try to explore your continued consciousness, but find that you can’t even lift your head. The impulses of movement flit through your limbs and fingertips, but they are futile and fleeting. You are forced to reconcile with the insides of your own eyelids. Panic courses through you at the incapacitation. It feels like the worst kind of sleep paralysis, your heart hammering and pulse roaring. 

Suddenly, you feel the space around you jolt, shifting your body until you come into rough contact with something beside you. Perhaps if you still possessed feeling in your body, you would register the pain. Instead, you reserve your focus on gathering your frenzied thoughts. 

Just as the pounding of blood fades from your ears, they trade places with another sound, muffled and distant.

The familiar whinny of a horse.

[holographicbegonia]

Bro I am so confused.

Okay, Miraculous Season 5 Finale, uhhhhh

SPOILERS AHEAD

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Mega confusion and discussion spoilers under the cut

I thought it was going really well! There was a lot happening in a little time, but it all seemed to be explained at least a little bit. I literally just finished it so here’s my thought process:

I love me a good ol’ crossover in film and animation when they bring in all the past characters from movies, old episodes, etc. And I thought it was really cool! Bringing the United Heros, Fei, Alice, hehehehehe and

*spongebob voice* hiii lukaa

Luka, Jagged, and Penny become part of the Order of the Guardians? Okay yeah whatever I’m not gonna question it. No I am: LIKE I UNDERSTAND LUKA BUT WHY IS JAGGED DOING MIRAKUNG FU-

it was a cool fight scene. Seeing everyone use their powers and working together was fun!

On the other side of the episode-/ we all got thrown for a LOOP man

Does anyone else think it feels really weird how, Prior to the end of the episode, Adrian had like- two scenes? While, yes, he can’t do much without his miraculous, it was weird not getting an update on him and kagami while they’re in confinement. Also while we’re here, lately all we’ve been talking about is how they’re finally revealing the whole sentimonster thing, and why Adrian responds to every command of his father, YET EVERYTHING HE DOES IN THE BEGINNING HES DIRECTLY DISOBEYING GABRIELS ORDERS?? I’m confused

And the big thing, the miraculous’.

I’m a little surprised you’re even able to unify tikki and plagg considering using them together for a wish summons REALITY BITCH OVER HERE/

Marinette immediately gets her cover blown to Gabriel, same with him. So now, it’s personal. Marinette had a pretty calm reaction to EMILIES BODY (dead? Comatosed? Idk anymore) and caught on pretty quick to what Gabriel wanted- and I thought it was going so well! Marinette talked him down, the boomerang trick was cool, the butterfly miraculous, one of the only og miraculous left, so we should keep it safe, GETS FLUNG INTO WATER// which also, Lyla walks in the Agreste Manor mid-fight, but unless I missed it, isn’t seen until the end with the miraculous. You’re telling me she swam through that green ass basement water and got the miraculous?

I genuinely though Gabriel was gonna fold. After seeing the video on Natalie’s phone. Knock some sense into him that, this isn’t what she wanted. I mean, SURLY they’re not gonna let him do the Big Bang thing this entire show over the course of 8 years has stopped him from doing. Yknow since it’s been explained multiple times over 8. Years. Surly with the amount of destruction it does, and we have new seasons coming, they won’t let him do the thing.

He DOEs THE THING.

Also, side note: the kwamis real form look really really cool but I NEED to see Pollens real form cause ik it’s BEAUTIFUL.

So, Yknow how Sass explained in pretty EASY TERMS to Luka how the wishing works?

Red Pen, Blue Pen.

This entire time we’ve been under the impression that in exchange for bringing back Emilie, everything would change. The people, the earth, everything currently in the world. A completely alternate universe where everything is different, except that Emilie is alive. The whole reason we’ve been rooting for Cat Noir and Ladybug to win, is because Gabriel winning was, morally, wrong. Romantic and sad, yes, but his entire mission was to destroy everything and everyone in his way to get his wife back. People DIED (kinda) Families ruined, worlds changed, and this was all before he made the wish. The whole conflict of the show so far was that yes, we’re rooting for our superheroes, but we also feel bad for Adrian and Gabriel losing Emilie: so we understand where his anger comes from.

This IS THROWN OUT THE DAMN WINDOW. bro idk if I blinked and missed something, if I did, lemme know, but/ everything was fine???? Are you kidding me??? i THINK what they were trying to get past, is that the person making the wish, would also choose what happens? I’m still trying to figure out so heres the possibilities in my brain.

Gabriel wished, and realized he was dying, so he gave his life in return for Emilie. (Unrealistic? Emilie (or her sister) is shown in the end, but if that were true and for some reason everyone remembers the past before the wish, Adrian would be freaking out a bit.)

Gabriel wished, knew he was dying, had his reunion, and gave his life for Natalie. This is why they didn’t have him outright say the wish, and instead have Gimmi read his soul. (While this is a little more realistic, after he saw the video, it leaves a lot of plotholes and issue to figure out.)

Gabriel wished for Emilie, and by pure chance, he was the trade. (Also unrealistic?)

It really depends, Natalie is seen at the end, much more healthy than previously, sitting next to either Emilie or Amelie. If it’s Emilie then there’s a whole issue, because the characters shown still had a memory of the world before? People would notice she’s there, while in comparison, a lot of people didn’t know Natalie was sick.

The end just, ticked me off. Five seasons, the emotional heartache we went thru believing that Gabriel would ruin the whole world, just for something so…anticlimactic? I know they’ve been building up Lyla as a villain much more recently, but completely killing off Gabriel takes out so much conflict out of the still-ongoing show. It’s an event we never thought would actually happen. We were built up to believe everyone and everything in the show would be gone, and that’s why it couldn’t happen. That yes, Gabriel knew the wish would destroy the world, but that he would give the entire universe for his Love, and his son to have his mom again. That’s what made it SAD and ROMANTIC and THEY THREW IT OUT???? Instead we get the same world, where everything kept going on. The destruction from the battle was fixed, Ms. Bustier won the election and changed a lot around Paris. The kids are all hanging out summer-style, Luka gets to stay in Paris (yes!) Adrian and Marinette get their kiss, and everything is good. I believed it was explained to Paris that, Ladybug and Gabriel Agreste worked together to defeat Monarch, and Gabriel died in battle? And yet in this last scene there’s little to no mourning or confused feelings from Adrian. He has the ring scene, but besides that: his father whom he recently has come to hate, because he started to see just how selfish he was to his mission in Paris, was actually cool and killed supervillain so it’s okay. LIKE- YOU CANT JUST DO THAT.

Marinette still remembers what happened, everyone remembers the day before the present. Everyone remembers their Kwamis and their powers. Lyla still had the butterfly miraculous. Ladybug and Cat Noir are…still needed? For something at the end? Is this the bad alternate reality where they defeated Monarch, so they went into retirement and had the ugliest children known to man? ITS JUST CONFUSING.

If we knew that Gabriel’s wish would just sacrifice one thing, we would have been fine with him wishing long ago because we didn’t have empathy for him yet. However, our explanation was Red pen, Blue pen. Not Red beans in exchange for Green Strawberries. Gabriels now death leaves too many open holes.

Is Alliance not a thing now? Is Tsurugi-San off the hook? Does she know what happened? Marinette knows Adrian is a sentimonster now, and in turn, SHOULD HE EVEN BE ALIVE RN? There’s a lot of rules for sentimonsters, but with what’s all happened I’m suprised Adrian still exists? Is Lyla just going to take over as Hawkmoth-Lyla? Is she going to have some big ol wish now, because we as the fandom had too much empathy for Gabriel?

It’s confusing, it’s also 8 am. So I’m going to eat and reread everything I just wrote to try and process. Have a good day everyone and PLEASE Use this to have a discussion on the episodes cause I’d like everything to be a little clearer. Thank you!

[theowritesfiction]

‘The Western Air Temple’

Okay wow, yes, the upside-down Air Temple is one of the coolest places in the world of ATLA. Interesting little Zuko flashback, too, I had forgotten that this was not his first visit to the temple.

Ok, so Aang is back to his flighty "I guess you don't have a firebending teacher lined up for me, so I’ll just goof around" ways. Enter Zuko. Zuko hatching his plans on how to convince the Gaang to accept him and delivering his monologue to a frog will never stop being funny. The Frog remains unconvinced. But I think Zuko's impersonation of Azula was actually pretty good. :)

Ooof, Zuko's first attempt to ingratiate himself to the group is so damn rough. Can't believe he used the practiced routine that didn't even work on the frog. Still... he was doing almost okay until he mentioned the Combustion Man. Seriously Zuko? Diplomacy is clearly this boy's dump stat. (Great for a future Fire Lord...) Gotta say, I love seeing Katara being absolutely ruthless to Zuko here.

okay, but for Zuko thinking that he should have said Azula sent the assassin... sorry, Zuko, that's 30 Jerk Points right there. I think it also clearly shows how biased Zuko is when it comes to his sister, and that HE is actually just as or even more ready to lie to make her look worse.

I loved all the back and forth between the Gaang when discussing Zuko, and I thought it was especially interesting how Toph mentioned that Zuko could have turned out a lot worse considering his crazy and messed up family, and like... yeah, sure, but... how much does Toph actually know about that? She has nowhere near the full story. And I get why Toph is arguing on Zuko's behalf - unlike the others, she has no negative experiences when encountering Zuko.

Do I give Zuko Jerk Points for burning Toph's feet? No. That was a complete accident. Also, I love Zuko's dramatic 'Why am I so bad at being Good?' cry.

Well... I guess the key to joining a group of heroes is to first hire an assassin to kill them and then make a public but ineffective spectacle about trying to stop said assassin. Problem solved!

Also, Sokka's boomerang throw was legendary. <3

I absolutely love Zuko sweating pinballs as Aang asks Katara if it's okay for Zuko to join. I cracked up laughing. And I love how angry Katara still is when she agrees to it. Also, the ending is just so perfect. I know Katara got a ton of hatred especially from Zuko fans for this episode, but screw that. The way she leans in menacingly against Zuko's doorframe and then proceeds to give Zuko likely the most threatening speech of his life? That's... amazing. Running away from Azula, only to run into Katara, that's too funny to me.

Jerk Points for Book 3:

Zuko - 640 Aang – 280  Ozai - 250 Roku - 100 Hide, Sokka - 80 King Kuei - 60 Toph - 50 Haru - 30 

[seancamerons]

1, 10, 15, 16

Thanks for leaving me some fanfiction asks too!!

How long ago did you start reading or writing fanfiction? Damn, I had to been when I was around about twelve or maybe thirteen. I don't know if anyone remembers the-ndotcom message boards, various Degrassi message boards (mainly Degrassi boards aka DB, anyone around, I honestly doubt it?), and of course, fanfictiondotnet my online life in the mid-2000s.💗

When I was third grade, I remember writing things that resembled fanfiction. Typically based off of some shows I saw (such as Sabrina the teenage Witch, TGIF line up was awesome) or books I read like The Boxcar Children or Junie B, for these writing journal prompts for school the teacher would assign us. When I say it's all cringe and embarrassing as hell, Let's just say I'm glad no evidence of that writing existed. That wasn't even the tip of the iceberg there, I also wanted to *be* a friggin' author. I'd even include these cheesy bios for each 'book' I would make for myself bc I'd always see them in books I read in childhood.

Fast forward to 2003, my first fanfiction (when I knew I was writing fanfiction) was a doozy for Degrassi written about Sean, Craig, and Emma in some weird season 2 timeline with a love triangle, an ill-fated camping trip, Sean's newly sober mother made an appearance in the form of a camp organizer desperate to reconnect with her son and bring him home much to his chagrin, and other things I forgot about and wouldn't wanna think much on. I was basically winging it. I'm afraid it's gone. I had notebooks and notebooks filled with stories around this time.

10. Worst writing habits? Abandoning and giving up without a doubt. A horrid habit that becomes tempting when I get writer's block, and then I just start the hell over and make something totally new and forget about it drop it like a bad habit, and the cycle comes back around like a shitty boomerang. I then will read the old one months or even years later and be filled with regret or have five million new ideas for said abandoned story. Maybe then I rework it in the future someday or in a whole dif story which has been done before. I am already my own worst critic, but I hate super flaming, negative criticism that shit doesn't help anyone except be tempted to give up.

Some fic I abandoned needed to be, such as the Zoemund vehicle in a weird alternate season thirteen titled The Starlet and Dealer. Not that I need to explain myself, but I didn't feel right writing something portraying a couple with literally no chance on any planet, not even interested in men on the whole didn't make much sense. Also who would read that considering all that? It's available on fanfictiondotnet who cares? I moved on it's never gonna have an ending.

Backtrack has more of a chance of getting an ending, and yes, it's an *almost* ten-year-old fic, just saying.😄😄😄

Another habit is simply beating myself up, comparing myself and just simply hating on myself which I gotta stop doing. Honorable mention, stuff like not being in the mood to write, or getting too much on my plate and then not writing.

15. One-shots or multi-chapters? Multichapters Angst? Yes. Fluff? Yes. Smut? I'm not that brave ha, not for a lack of trying. I usually do the ol' Disney-style cut away. I'm so lame. Hurt/comfort? Yes. Fantasy? Nah. Romance? My bread and butter🥰. Which one is your favorite? Hmm I'd say romance with multiple chapters all the way! Which one is your least favorite? My least favorite is when the protag gets pregnant and the whole story is just fucked after that because it just doesn't interest me. It's just so unoriginal and a little predictable. Unpopular or popular opinion who cares, not every love story or romance ends with a baby or a pregnancy 🤷‍♀️. I'm down for a wedding that would be something fun to tackle in writing. No, really though, out of the listed, I'd say I don't care for fantasy.

16. What’s your favorite headcanon or trope? For semma related fic's stories, I like incorporating things such as emphasis on photographs, flashbacks to past events, and some other memories from their past relationships with one another or things we didn't get to see. For example, Emma had this little box with moments like movie ticket stubs, Sean's old denim jacket (before he started wearing hoodies), Emma's retired dolphin pants, obviously photographs, a few burned mix CDs, letters, and or notes passed from class, and more miscellaneous items.

As for Emma and Jay another Degrassi pairing I write often, for example, I like including a treehouse motif. It's a long story, but in my invented backstory for Jay, Connie (Fancy) is his mother, She left his father for Mr. Edwards (Darcy and Clare's father) she met at the strip club. They had an affair resulting in pregnancy so there's a drama with that. Obviously, Jay and Darcy clash (naturally) and act like they're not related at school is an arrangement beneficial to both for Darcy's popularity and Jay had a reputation to uphold and also there's Jay's young maybe five year old half-sister from Randall and Connie named Christina affectionately nicknamed Chrissy. Jay resents his mother for leaving their father and making this new family with these stuck-up people he seems to detest and what it did to his father who had fallen in a reclusive depression since their divorce.

Chrissy idolizes Jay and serves as an honorary shipper for Emma and Jay, and sometimes provides comic relief. At Jay's dad's house is where the treehouse comes in, and Jay's super attached to it and his father too who he is still close with. The treehouse is a special spot for Jay. He eventually brings Emma into his world and treehouse, and the setting symbolizes a lot in their relationship. All this lore was created long before Jay or Darcy had a canon backstory or last names purely based on speculation. There's also related Jay/Alex lore about their past relationship, invented things from their dysfunctional childhoods. I also have a host of headcanons for Emma, Manny, and JT's childhood memories growing up together.

For tropes, I dig the first love/true love, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, slow burns, and secret relationships/forbidden love is always fun to write. I recently attempted a fake dating story Faking It/(a03)

This all is a lot of fun to write. Thanks Emma! I hope you also like writing responses to these type of questions! I’m always available and down for more questions about fanfiction! 💌

[reynie-muldoons]

'A Perilous Journey' liveblog!!!!

GOOD MORNINGGGG its season two timeee!!!

I decided I'm watching episode 1 now, and episode 2 in a few hours. My shift starts weirdly late in the day so it works out.

As always, spoilers below the cut!!

Before I even get started I love how this episode is called a perilous journey. It's not quite the book title but damn near close 😂

0:10 ITS A RECAP BAYBEEE

1:27 dad!Milligan will never not make me cry

1:29 AND MOM!MISS PERUMAL RIGHT AFTER

2:12 HERE WE GOOOOOO

2:19 BLEASE tell me Kate is training rats

2:23 just kidding its Sticky

2:36 STOP MADGE STOLE THE RAT LMAOOO

2:41 oh. She left a letter. That's not conspicuous at all 😂

2:59 Mystic is so tall now 🥺

3:13 WETHERALL FARM??????

3:17 I SEE A BARN THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Also that was fucking creative Kate but how strong is that boomerang to knock multiple full-grown apples off of the tree

3:24 MILLIGAAAANNNNNN

3:34 MADGE NAME DROP!!! I have a confession to make related to Madge that I think is the funniest fucking thing ever. Remind me to tell y'all at some point

3:46 omfg are we about to watch the kidnapping??? how telling is it that I thought of Gert immediately LMAOOOO

3:55 they look adorable. Matching umbrellas, cute long coats... icons

3:58 THEYRE FAMILY BITCHES

4:06 is that supposed to be a time magazine dupe

4:06 I also think its hilarious that Curtain's original plan was to take credit for solving the emergency by just. mass brainwashing. good plan there bud, very sustainable

4:06 but like isnt he wanted now??? Isnt that a thing? In the books the government was actively looking for him so tf is this

4:14 THE OPENING IS BAAAACK

4:14 "skip opening" how insulting. No

4:42 THE SHORTCUT!!!!!

4:50 who decided to make Constance's screen an arctic clown ship 😂😂

5:12 here's that unhinged interview from the trailer. I didnt think it would come this quickly

5:28 Constance just fucking staring at the TV as if she can intimidate him into stopping LMAO

5:39 WHAT??? So in S1 when he said he'd "share the spotlight" THIS is what he meant?? What a curveball. He's going to regret countering her

5:50 fucking god complex strikes again

6:01 he looks like he's wearing a straight jacket on that back cover. Probably appropriate considering he's uhhhh Like That

6:20 god I hate him. Stop being manipulative challenge (impossible)

6:26 YES ABSOLUTELY sadness, anger, frustration, anxiety, all of the shit makes happiness stand out. Without the struggle our lives would be shaded of grey because happiness wouldnt be distinguishable

6:43 why does this sound like homeopathic medicine

7:03 is this like a weird TV hypnosis thing. Is he doing the fake happiness thing on her without her consent

7:09 ohhhh I did NOT like the shift from looking at her to looking at the camera. Creepy

7:15 RHONDA YOU SHOULDVE LET HER DO IT

7:15 Rhonda as usually you look fucking fire

7:26 Dutch baby?? First of all, presentation is 10/10. Second of all it makes me very sad that they're the only two in the house because Mr. B and Number Two are already gone.

7:38 why the fuck did she answer in French 😂😂

7:44 THEYRE SISTERS YOUR HONOR

8:03 HAHHA THIS IS THE LOG-CUTTING THING??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

8:13 that scream sounded like a fucking bird of prey HAHA

8:29 literally describing how it feels to travel with parents over a long period. I swear they are literally a fucking family

8:36 "just as much for him as it is the kids" oh absolutely it is, he's a mess when it comes to Nathaniel

9:01 DOES HE JUST GO TO SYMPOSIUMS AND GET UP AND SPEAK 😂😂😂 what the fuck guy

9:24 "who's mocking me?" "Doesnt matter." They're banter is UNCHALLENGED. also his face is fucking funny HOLD UP

9:24 GRUMPY MAN IS GRUMPY

9:37 calling Nathaniel "some guru with all this influence" REALLY makes him sound like he tries on makeup products and does skincare routines on youtube 😂

9:41 "we seem pretty safe" oh babygirl if that's not the nail in the coffin

10:05 they really nailed the "local man does something weird" vibes in this scene

10:17 dont tell me it already happened. Oh no

10:27 OH SHIT THERE IT IS

10:39 oh my gosh he's such a DADDD.

10:45 "a tiny go bag or gorp". I love him so much

10:54 HE WITTLED IT FOR THE BUCKET STOOOOP

11:03 AND THE DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

11:10 "it's my job to take care of you also. Additionally." He understands she's been on her own up until this point and acknowledges that she can handle herself, but also that she's a kid who needs help just like anyone else. CRYING.

11:15 she didn't even put it in the bucket, just her pocket 😂😂 she's so reluctant to accept

11:25 MILLIGAN PLEASE GET A BUCKET HAHAHA

11:30 okay that truck is incredible LOL

11:40 .....why would you do that to a grapefruit. What did the grapefruit do to you huh

12:08 HERE'S THE LETTERS ANGST. REYNIE WROTE THEM SO MANY LETTERS

12:16 can I just say Miss Perumal is the queen of pastels

12:43 the reality of long-distance friends. My best friends from high school and college live SO far away and it's like this sometimes

12:50 acknowledging his feelings, giving him comfort, AND indulging him?? If the adoption papers arent signed already they really should be

12:57 HAHA IS SHE PRACTICING TO SEE THEM??? LMAO KID

13:19 stooooppp she's so cute

13:26 LMAO EVERYONE GOT THERE AT THE SAME TIME

13:44 Reynie and Sticky had the sense to bring a suitcase, Kate

13:51 she's not wrong, they are taller 😂

13:58 THAT LOOK BETWEEN CONNIE AND KATE LMAOOOO

14:01 this is a funny moment and all but Reynie desperately looking for affirmation anywhere he can find it makes me so sad for him

14:07 THE HIGH FIVES!!!! Cue everyone wincing

14:15 HAHA HAVE THEY JUST NOT TALKED ABOUT THE WHISPERER SINCE THEN

14:27 ohhhh Milligan looks nice

14:38 STOP THEYRE SO FUNNY

14:45 it looks like a minecraft golem, or the pokemon golett 😂

15:01 oh lord the news broke, that has to be it

15:15 dun dun DUNNNN

15:34 it's so cool that they planned check-ins like that. How smart

16:15 okay both of them switching between languages was fucking sick

16:18 and here it is, the kids have been told no, so they will find their own way

16:41 oh shit, they have a short timeframe then

16:47 I cant tell if this is manipulative or Constance not being able to contain herself. Like I doubt she would do this in front of the others but she's already shown she trusts everyone more than she lets on, soooo

17:09 is this Constance's room??

17:16 HAHA I KNEW IT she DID hug Rhonda to get something out of it

17:31 he sounded so offended 😂😂😂

18:09 she kills me. The line delivery is just on point

18:59 is this from the book? It's a dictionary, right?

19:14 HAHA he just fucking LEAVES

19:22 OH SHIT HELLO????

19:43 RAGE GIRL, RAGE

19:46 HAHAHAHA HER FACE WHEN THE SNACKS POP OUT

19:46 IM CRYING HER EYES BUGGED OUT SO MUCH

20:13 "many sociopaths are unfailingly polite" that describes Nathaniel so fucking well

20:25 casual destruction of property

20:25 HOLD ON LMAOO how much did they have to pull on that thing for it to come out of the door at such a small tug???? Oh no I'm sad

20:33 AYYYY there it is, it's a dictionary

20:52 "last...time I checked" oh buddy hahahahah

21:14 "there is no system" the system is the organized chaos that every person with ADHD understands- it's a mess but a very specific mess

21:19 awwwww. He's trying to reach across 🥺

21:29 VERY SMOOTH REYNIE

22:00 okay the nothingness club sounds like a cult

22:13 awwww there it issss. The dam is breaking

22:30 AND NOW ITS THE SAME WITH THE GIRLS. I love that they're ramping up the similarities between Reynie and Constance

22:45 awwww loneliness. They're so sad

22:59 "not dad. Roommate" okay girl you tell yourself that

23:14 THE BOOK CHAIR. THATS INCREDIBLE

23:23 "You LIKE me." LMAO KATE CALL HER OUT

23:40 needy dad is needy

23:54 hagagaga why does he keep looking at Constance like that

24:35 good job Kate!!!!

24:46 YES THEY GOT THE JOURNAL FUCK YEAH

25:16 TAKE THE SHORTCUT BABY

25:47 "does anyone feel like they've entered a trance" Constance 😂😂😂😂

26:12 "I feel uncleen" HAHAHAH

26:25 THERE IT ISSSS TAKE THE SHORTCUT BAYBEEEE

26:42 MARITIME MONTHLY LMAOOOO

27:15 yeah Kate, everybody knows that. Gosh.

27:44 YES Reynie get the group's consent before doing something stupid

28:02 she's writing a fucking newsletter apparently

28:10 very subtle guys

28:19 okay the fact that Kate is left makes me think Milligan is going to come

28:24 okay, just kidding. Also I love the shoes

28:27 ayyy public transit

28:34 OKAY WHO TF WAS THAT

28:48 wow they didnt get any kind of head start, Rhonda's going to see they're gone immediately

28:58 SHIT SHE SCREAMED FOR HIM

28:58 KATE LEFT HIM A NOOOOOTE 😭😭😭

29:11 MISS PERUMAL NOOOO

29:12 ayyyyyy it's the Shortcut!!!

29:37 oh shit the adults have the tickets??? So what I'm hearing is the kids are sneaking on and the adults are using tickets

30:14 oh shit Sticky 😂 or should I say "oh ship"

30:20 HAHHAHA KATE "ha. stern" CRYING

30:34 PETTY CRIME BAYBYYYYY

30:42 NOOOOO its Boston tea party but without the tea

30:56 oh God why is he like that

31:03 he looks like he's about to star in a 80's dance video

31:07 NOOO HE ACTUALLY STARTED DANCING

31:15 WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

31:18 PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHA

31:27 please dear god let SQ walk in on this

31:30 not SQ but someone else

31:46 what the fuck just happened

31:49 ITS GOLF CART TIME BITCHES

32:16 I'm so glad he looks that stupid in his little cart thing. I cant wait to make fun of him

32:32 who are you calling "Associate" bitch

32:46 CULT

32:52 "elated" OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK

32:59 Milligan holding his hat like that is just too fucking endearing.

33:06 so are their tickets just. Null and void now 😂

33:12 did they really just ditch their shit 😂😂😂😂😂 the bags are just there in the open

33:18 parents. PARENTS. Also this kind of is like Reynie although Miss Perumal has never seen him in an active life and death situation like this

33:23 Rhonda is once again the voice of reason

33:27 "they believed us" AWWWWWW

33:45 shit is it already over??? Damn those are some long credits then

Wow, that was really good. The kids met back up, they had an awkward start but fell into that familiarity almost immediately. The parents were very parental. Although in hindsight, Sticky's were pretty much absent. What the fuck's up with that??

And the biggest tragedy is that there was no "roll credits" moment. They didn't namedrop the episode title 🙃 please bring that back in the test of the season I loved that so much

This took a lot longer to do than I thought, so I'm waiting to watch episode 2 until later tonight. I cant wait to talk about it with y'all!!!

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 076 The Final Battle (SSM 78-80)

MASTERPOST

Black Cat's at the hospital. Spider-Man's been given a ultimatum. The Hobgoblin's around. Doc Ock's dangerous. What shall happen henceforth?!

Oh.

Aww.

Felicia says to Spidey that she intends to go straight (HA! Yes, I will keep laughing about this), and then...

Aww this is really cute.

DeWolff put a lot of cops there to protect Black Cat. Spidey asks them to be careful, then a cop asks DeWolff who he is to order them around, to which she replies: "He's New York's finest."

Damn right.

Peter goes back to the Bugle, thinking he doesn't have much money left, even though by all accounts he absolutely should since Robbie gave him a nice lump of money very recently. Continuity...? Oh well. At least, that means I get to see Peter's handsome face more <3

Peter's becoming pretty pissed off about Jameson's treatment of him, and he says "My photos are good, and I know it!"

Good for him. He even takes a cab all the way to ESU. Oooh, he's angry. I love that.

We get the obligatory one-panel cameo of Peter's colleagues. He asks if the results have been posted yet (honey it's been one day) and when Dr Sloan says "you think you have a chance, bitch?", Peter answers "actually yes I do, because I'm gonna be a great motherfucking physician one day!". This is an exact, word-by-word transcription of their exchange. (I may have added a few insults.)

Peter's actually had it with university. I completely get it. I had that breakdown a few times into my uni years, but particularly when I came back from abroad and had to redo the year and found out my classes in my mother country were infinitely more boring, uninteresting than the past year. I ended up going to maybe 15% of the classes, got my diploma, and got the hell out of there because I just could not be bothered anymore (there were added circumstances but you're not here for my life story, however fascinating it is).

So I completely get it. I don't think Peter's going to go in that direction, however. It's sort of painted as a consequence of his feelings for Felicia. He even considers telling her his secret identity! I know how that one goes, but like, yeah, Peter, you really need to.

Meanwhile, Doc Ock's "stronger than ever" (groundbreaking) and destroys sewer people. Somewhere else, Boomerang (???) and the Punisher (?????????) are in prison.

Yessssss! We love to see them.

I was going to beg the writer to let Peter chill out with his friends, but thankfully that wasn't necessary. Hey, remember when he hung out with them at the Coffee Bean and whatnot? Where he didn't constantly excuse himself and at least had *some* social life?

At a Thai restaurant, Peter toasts to friendship.

Oooooh this is great. Peter goes to see May and hugs her, then gives her money and says goodbye to her and Nathan. He then says that "he's said goodbye to everyone who means anything to him". Uh... Where's MJ, Pete?

Back at the hospital, Spidey's ready to reveal his secret identity to Black Cat, who understood that Doc Ock's coming back, but she stops him. Not here. Not now. Besides, she likes her men mysterious.

Well, that doesn't bode well for the future, does it, Peter?

Then Ock arrives.

I'm confused, but also amused. Why in the hell would Boomerang even matter hahaha

I thought that was a great issue.

Right as #79 starts...

What an opening. If there's one thing I appreciate with Ock battles, it's the various perspectives we get.

We also get...

...this. That's a funny gag.

The action scene is outstanding, and DeWolff tries her very best to get Felicia away from them.

...

GIRL. Gosh, she's very lovable. Thankfully, Spidey catches her.

And Spidey wins.

He's a bit of a shonen hero. The corny lines can stay.

What's next?

Uh-huh.

Jameson thinks he needs to prove to Marla that he's still a capable man, so he wants a good story.

God he's so hot...

Ahem.

This issue is fun, Jameson investigates, he notably makes a deal with the Kingpin (which closes that Ben Urich storyline rather smartly) and keeps getting saved by Spider-Man without noticing it (until the end, where he understands).

This is oddly heartwarming.

This, on the other hand, is... complicated. Not sure what I should take from that. It's ironic, but aside from that?

In the letters, "verde" finds that they don't like Peter Parker anymore, and their argument is extremely fair. Bill Mantlo seems taken aback. I'm certainly not.

Still, an interesting issue I guess.

[troubleah]

ELIJAH ( @wehowl ) SAID : ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ 

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

            “Yes, well, that’s good. That’s great. I’m allergic to talking about feelings.” Damn it! Bex is the emotional support sister, Leah’s the one who keeps their siblings in therapy. But even she, dense as she is, can tell something is wrong and it makes her want to flee through the window.

               But Elijah shouldn’t be alone right now. Probably. Maybe.

               “What about a road trip, then?” Leah takes out her keys. “We can roll the windows down and turn the radio up so it’s too loud to talk. Leave all this shit behind.” Elijah’s like a yo-yo or a boomerang – he will always come back to their family, no matter how miserable that makes him. But few hours away won’t kill him. “I’ll put you right back where I’ve found you, promise.”

[regatoni1]

~Chapter Eleven~

Still shackled to the wall, you aimlessly watched the two men battle it out. Well, it wasn't much of a battle if you were being honest. Hisoka was just toying with the poor man, who from what you learned of their short conversation, had been waiting and training a whole year for the sole purpose of killing the jester. It really was a pity all of his determination had to be wasted in such a short amount of time.

You watched the man throw two blades rather quickly, then watched as he threw a second pair, the first pair coming back like a boomerang. He was basically juggling the knives horizontally at the clown. How ironic... you rolled your eyes at the two males.

You could tell Hisoka was having a grand time continuously dodging the man's attacks, getting the satisfaction of the man becoming more and more frustrated.

Already bored and itching for this to be over, you called to Hisoka, "Oi! Stop playing already! My arms are getting tired!" You started swinging your arms for emphasis. 

Hisoka looked over to you and in the split second that he wasn't paying attention, two of the man's blades sliced his shoulder and his side, and you felt a twinge of guilt knowing it was partly your fault. You made a mental note to apologize for that later.

The jester already getting bored, he simply caught the blades the man was throwing, much to the man's dismay, never losing his playful demeanour. The man, now horrified, yelled in anger as his own blade decapitated him, the force of the throw also effectively blowing out the candles.

Huffing, you mumbled, "Damn, I really wanted to kill him too." 

Hisoka taking notice of this, he dropped the remaining blades and swiftly made his way over to you. At least you thought. It was pitch black in the room, and you could barely see two feet in front of you. Although you did hear the blades fall to the ground, you didn't hear Hisoka at all.

"Hisoka!" you yelled impatiently into the darkness.

"Yes, my dear (y/n)-chan?~" you heard him say from a distance. Maybe from the left?

"Get these cuffs off me, now," you said, emphasizing the 'now'.

"But that would be no fun~" you could basically hear the pout in his voice, but this time, from the right?

"I'm already not having the best time, and if you don't want to make it worse, then I suggest you get these fucking things off me," the venom leaked out of your voice.

"And what makes you think that you have any power in this situation, my dear?" he hummed, voice getting dangerously low, appearing right in front of you.

Looking up at him, an unfamiliar feeling settling in your chest. It wasn't fear, nor excitement, but something you had never felt before. You'd probably need therapy to figure out what the emotion was. 

He put his hands on the wall on either side of your head and leaned in close, breaking you out of your thoughts. His breath a sweet, subtle mint on your face, your heart's unrhythmic beating becoming very known, you tried to look anywhere but at him.

But that's the problem. He was the only thing you could see. And even if you wanted to, you knew deep down that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Leaning down to your left ear, he softly whispered, "You're lucky I want to be first, or we'd be having a lot more fun right now." 

His words didn't reach your brain, as you were focusing too much on his lips that delicately grazed your ear, or his sent that smelled slightly of bubblegum, or how if you glanced at his arms, all you saw was toned muscle.

The chains being released from the wall, you suddenly returned to the land of the living and got your usual sarcastic composure back.

"Took you fucking long enough," you said to him, rubbing your wrists.

"Like you weren't enjoying watching me fight~" he replied, his hand finding the small of your back, guiding you out of the dark room.

Enjoying watching the fight? Not really. Stuff like that never really interested you. But, enjoying watching him? Well, there's something that was interesting. 

The way his moves all looked so planned out, like he meticulously scripted his entire life, so that things always worked to his advantage was something that you were utterly jealous of. Lost in thought, you hadn't noticed that you had reached the next challenge, Hisoka's hand still placed on your back.

It seemed that you each had to go through a door, one hot and one cold, and meet on the other side. You could deal with heat easy, but you were constantly cold. If you could, you would've chosen to go through the hot way, but you couldn't tell which was which, the two of you had to guess.

The both of you being ready, you each chose a door and hit the buttons beside them simultaneously, causing the doors to open, leading you to a small cube of a room. The door you entered through shut behind you, and the wall in front of you slowly opened, revealing the coldest metal hallway you could have ever imagined. 

What made things worse were the prisoners wearing winter gear ready to fight.

"For fucks sake..." you said as the first prisoner came rushing towards you.

Walking towards the sprinting male, you pulled your dagger and dodged his attack at the last second, slicing his throat on his way by. It was definitely your favourite method of killing.

Quickly making your way through the prisoners, you finally reached the end of the hallway, the door opening, you gladly walked through and back into room temperature.

To your left, you saw Hisoka emerge from what had to be the hot hallway, but he looked totally unfazed.

Fucking typical. You rolled your eyes and chattered your teeth. 

Shivering, there was one last door that you made your way through, which led to a large circle room, with doors all around it.

"First to pass the third phase, (y/n), number 406. Second to pass the third phase, Hisoka, number 44. Time elapsed, 6 hours and 17 minutes," an automated voice called out.

"Looks like we have time to kill, my little fruit~" Hisoka purred, looking at you deviously.

Teeth still chattering, you glared at him and walked over to sit against the wall. You were pooped.

Hisoka inviting himself over, he somehow gracefully plopped next to you, and smoothly put his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body close to his.

"Wh-at  d-d-do  yo-u-u  thin-k-k  you'r-r-re  d-d-doing?" you pathetically chattered as your arms were helplessly wrapped around yourself.

"What do you think? Your shivering is making me feel bad," he said, obviously lying.

"H-h-how  ch-ch-chivalrous," you growled, not moving away from his delicious body heat. 

With Hisoka smirking, you both waited for the rest of the applicants to finish.

This is going to be a long 66 hours...

You let your head rest on his shoulder and allowed yourself to fall asleep.

[noxnephilim]

May I make a request for the slashers

So there is like an S/o who is an axe thrower, which their aim is really good and it kind of comes back like a boomerang? which always seems to hit the running victims and always ends up bloody.

if you're not up to it please ignore this!

HUH?

Asa Emory

He’s….pleasantly surprised. He knew you were going with weapons, mostly short range one, but this fancy trick of yours was pretty neat.

He wanted to test the length you could launch it at immediately, and what better place than the hotel. He pitted you against one of his dogs.

He was surprised at how good you were. The axe even came back. Wonderful.

Of course,he experimented more and more with that. You know, for... Research purpose

Jesse Cromeans

The moment he saw your axe being thrown, hit the mark and then come back, he wd shocked. You had to be shitting him? How fan an axe come back?

He saw you do it at least a thousand times, and he still didn't get the hang of it. He even tried himself but it wasn't working

Of course he thought it was extremely hot, but damn if he didn't want to know how you did it. Anyway, he has enough video to study your technique

Forget to ever go on a killing spree without him, he is now your personal assistant

Sinclair Twins

Huh? What the hell was that? And why the axe did go back? The fuck was happening?

You were eerily cheerful for someone who just played slay the visitors with an axe. And it came back.

Both Bo and Vincent are amazed by your ability to make it swing, but they are quite afraid of your precision

After all the axe did fly close to Bo's head and it came back missing Vincent by a centimeter. Who are you?

Did they want to learn? Hell yes they did, there was no way in hell Bo was gonna let you off the hook. Now they want in y/n

[beifongsss]

warmth [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Requested?: yes!: “maybe running from fire nation and hiding in a cave with zuko? zuko and reader think they each hate each other but they rlly don’t 👀“

Summary: You and Zuko get separated from the Gaang and things happen :)

w.c. ~3.1k

.masterlist.

~

The day had started out normally.

You were the second person to wake up, Zuko being the first. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, crawling out of your sleeping bag and walking over to Appa, patting the sky bison before grabbing your bag and reaching for a peach that you had stuffed away. When peaches were present, Momo couldn’t be trusted. 

“You really take that whole ‘I rise with the sun’ thing to heart, huh?” you asked dryly, sitting across from the prince. He huffed lightly, crossing his arms before looking away. You smirked smugly, knowing that his silence meant that he couldn’t think of a comeback. 

The silence didn’t last long before Zuko turned back to you. “Spirits! Could you chew any louder?”

“I don’t know, let me try,” you replied, chewing obnoxiously. Zuko glared at you before standing and walking away, turning slightly so you couldn’t see the faint smile tugging at his lips. You stared after him, biting back a smile of your own. 

The group was already used to the banter between you and the scarred prince. It had started way before he joined the Gaang, back when he still had that god-awful ponytail and thought that capturing the Avatar would restore his honor. He had aimed a plume of fire just a bit too close to you and you had let one sly remark slip, your jaw dropping in shock when the prince responded in kind. 

Ever since then, you always made sure that you pissed Zuko off whenever you had an encounter. It was just too easy to rile him up. 

That didn’t change when he joined your side. If anything, it got worse. You didn’t miss a single opportunity to get on his nerves and eventually, Zuko found himself anticipating your remarks. It gave him a sense of normalcy. You didn’t treat him any differently than you ever had and as weird as it was to admit, he didn’t mind the attention you bestowed upon him. Of course, he couldn’t deny that you had really gotten on his nerves that one time he had lost his firebending. 

It was silent in the clearing after Zuko walked away, and you proceeded to make everyone breakfast. A while later, everyone emerged, mumbling a sleepy thanks as you handed them a bowl of rice porridge. The six of you sat in a circle around the small campfire, enjoying the small moment of peace you had. 

“Thanks for breakfast, (Y/N),” Katara said softly, smiling at you over the rim of her bowl. 

“Yeah! This is amazing,” Sokka said, tilting the bowl to get the last of the porridge into his mouth. 

“I thought it was a little bland,” Zuko commented off-handedly. Your eye twitched as Aang gave a nervous chuckle. Katara looked at you worriedly as Sokka tried to ignore Zuko’s comment. At your lack of response, Zuko smirked and opened his mouth yet again. “I’m certain that Momo could’ve made us a better breakfast.”

“Next time, make your own damn breakfast,” you snapped, slamming your bowl down onto the ground before turning to face Zuko. “Oh wait, that’s right. Poor little Prince Pouty doesn’t know how to do anything for himself!”

“At least I know how to control my temper,” Zuko shot back, glancing at your now-cracked bowl.

“Oh that’s rich coming from the guy who once set me on fire because I accidentally spilled some water on him!” you replied, remembering the unfortunate incident. You now had a very prominent scar on your leg as a reminder.

“Guys,” Aang called out. “Maybe we should save this for later.”

“Really?” Zuko asked, jumping to his feet. “What about the time you almost stabbed me because I accidentally stepped on Momo’s tail?”

“Hello? You stepped on Momo’s tail!” you cried out, jumping to your feet as well. “He hates you now!”

“Well at least Appa likes me,” Zuko said, thinking about the time Appa threw you off his back because you had accidentally yanked his hair. 

“Appa does like me,” you snapped, a groan emitting from the sky bison as he agreed with your statement. 

“Guys!” Aang yelled loudly, getting your attention.

“What?!” you and Zuko snapped in unison. 

“Look behind you,” Sokka said quietly, his boomerang ready in his hand. You whirled around to see a group of Fire Nation soldiers standing amongst the trees. A low hiss escaped you as you smacked Zuko’s arm. 

“See what you did?” you asked, your eyes never leaving the soldiers. “Your yelling led them straight to us.”

“My yelling?” Zuko scoffed, getting into a defensive position. “If I recall correctly, it was actu-”

“Guys!” Toph yelled angrily, sending the two of you a harsh glare. “Now really isn’t the time for this.”

You nodded sheepishly, readying yourself to fight as well. The six of you quickly realized you were outnumbered and realized that your best possible option in that moment was to escape. You all gathered up your supplies quickly, rushing towards Appa. A guard stepped in front of you suddenly, knocking you down before aiming a blast of fire at you. You rolled out of the way, leaping to your feet before sending a kick to his head and knocking him down. 

“Yip yip, Appa!” Sokka yelled, sitting at the reins. 

“Wait!” Katara cried. “(Y/N) is still down there!”

“What?” Sokka screeched, looking down at the ground as he tried to locate you. He noticed a group of soldiers trying to surround you as you fought them off. 

“Go!” you yelled, waving them away as you began to run the other direction. 

“We’re not leaving you!” Aang yelled, getting ready to hop off of Appa. 

“I’ll lead them away and then meet up with you,” you replied, rushing off. “I promise! I’ll be fine.”

You were gone before anyone could say anything else, disappearing into the trees as half of the soldiers followed you. The other half turned their attention to Appa, ready to attack. 

“Yip yip,” Sokka cried again, receiving disbelieving looks from everyone else. He gave them a shrug, trying to hide his worry. “She’ll be fine. She’s gone through worse. C’mon we can’t lose faith in her.”

The rest of the group nodded softly, sighing in relief as Appa left the ground. Their relief was cut short when Zuko leapt off of Appa, landing on the ground and kicking his leg to send out an arc of fire towards the remaining soldiers. 

“Zuko! What are you doing?” Katara yelled, looking over the edge of the saddle in a panic. 

“Go,” came Zuko’s rough reply. “I’ll stay with her. I’ll protect her.”

It was silent as the group watched Zuko sprint away. Appa didn’t stop and Sokka made no effort to bring the sky bison back down to the ground, watching as Zuko fought off each soldier effortlessly. He hummed lightly, drawing everyone’s attention to himself as he turned his attention back to the reins. “You know, I’m willing to bet five gold pieces that by the time we find them, they will have smooched at least twice.”

Toph grinned at Sokka’s statement, her fear of flying temporarily forgotten. 

“Oh you’re on, snoozles.”

~

You weren’t sure how you had managed to evade the soldiers for as long as you had. You were out of breath, panting heavily as you sprinted through the forest. Looking around, you knew you needed to find somewhere to hide. No matter how good at fighting you were, you knew that you couldn’t fight off all those Fire Nation soldiers. As you darted between the trees, your ankle got caught on a tree root and you went tumbling onto the ground. You groaned as you laid on the ground for a moment, opening your eyes to get a bearing of your surroundings. Your eyes narrowed when you noticed a gap in the cliff a few yards to your right. It would’ve been unnoticable from any other angle and you silently thanked your clumsiness for leading you to safety. 

“She went that way!” you heard a soldier shout. Biting back a gasp, you scrambled to your feet and sprinted to the opening in the cliff. You squeezed inside, pulling on some of the hanging vines around it to better conceal your location. You head faint footsteps coming your way and you stilled, crouching down to get a better look outside. 

Stifling a groan, you darted outside, grabbing the person by the collar of their shirt and dragging them back inside the cave with you. 

“H-Hey what’s your problem?” Zuko asked as you pushed him up against the cave wall. You shushed him softly, placing your hand over his mouth. His skin heated up under your touch and he froze for a moment before snapping out of it and grabbing your wrist, pushing you away from him. 

You stumbled slightly before landing on your butt, scowling at Zuko but remaining silent. You cocked your head to the side as you heard footsteps walking by. 

“We lost them,” a gruff voice said, sounding a lot closer to the cliff than you liked.

“They can’t have gotten far,” another voice replied. “We’ll set up camp in the clearing over there. The prince is too valuable to let go.”

A noise of agreement was made before the footsteps faded and you found yourself walking up to Zuko and pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. 

“What are you doing here?” you hissed quietly, still on edge. 

“Saving you, that’s what?” Zuko snorted, once again gripping your wrist and forcing you to let go of his shirt. 

“No! Now they’re going to hunt us,” you replied, turning around and walking away. “They would’ve given up sooner or later, Zuko. I’m not important. But now they won’t leave because you came after me!”

“So now you’re upset?” Zuko asked, whisper-yelling. “I took out half of those soldiers! You’re welcome.”

“Yes I’m upset. Now because of you, we’re stuck in here!”

Zuko’s eyes widened as he realized you were right. There was no way that the two of you could leave the cave, not with the Fire Nation soldiers camping out a few yards away. He cursed under his breath before observing you. You had walked to the other side of the cave, leaning against the wall and sliding down until you were sitting on the ground. He looked outside, noticing the sun going down and walked towards the entrance. 

“Where are you going?” you whispered, keeping your eyes on him.

“I’m going to get some firewood. I’ll be quiet.”

“Are you serious right now, Zuko?” you asked exasperatedly. “We cannot start a fire in here. They’ll see the smoke escaping through the entrance.”

Zuko paused for a moment, knowing you were right before walking over to you and taking a seat a few feet away from you. “It’s getting dark out. It’ll get cold soon and something tells me that Aang isn’t going to find us that quickly.”

You looked at the entrance to the cave, knowing that he was right. It was getting darker by the minute and without a fire, you were in for a cold night. Zuko watched your expression, getting a bit worried. As a firebender, he had no issue with the cold; but you weren’t a firebender and he was worried about you. 

Silence engulfed the two of you as night fell. The temperature fell ridiculously quickly and you found yourself curled up into a ball as you tried to warm yourself up. You shot a glance towards Zuko, scowling deeply when you noticed him lost deep in thought. He was sprawled out on the ground, not shivering at all as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. You rolled your eyes, looking away before hugging yourself even tighter.

“Can you stop your chattering?” Zuko asked suddenly, turning his head to look at you. “It’s quite distracting.”

You glared at him, shivering lightly. “I’m sorry, is me being cold inconveniencing you? Not all of us can firebend, Prince Zuko. And my teeth are not chattering!”

Zuko didn’t reply, instead standing up and walking over to you. You glanced up at him suspiciously, frowning when he took a seat right next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and avoiding your gaze.

“Zuko, what are you doing?” you whispered, unable to move your face from where it was buried into his neck. Zuko shivered at your words, keeping you tucked into him as he tried to control his blush.

“Keeping you warm,” Zuko replied. “What does it look like?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?” Zuko asked softly, tilting back slightly to meet your eyes. You avoided his gaze, curling into him even more. He was exceptionally warm, and you felt yourself sinking into him to avoid the chilly air within the cave. Zuko’s arms tightened around you as he shifted, bringing you into his lap as he made himself more comfortable. 

“You hate me,” you whispered, still hiding your face from him. Your arms snaked around his waist, allowing you to dig your face into his chest and hide even more. 

“W-What? No I don’t!” Zuko cried, earning a shush from you. “If anything, you hate me.”

“N-No I don’t!” you exclaimed, pulling away slightly to look up at him. 

“Yes you do!”

“Why would I hate you?” you asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

“I don’t know!” Zuko said, a confused expression on his face. You thought he looked rather cute. “I get why you would hate me back when I was the bad guy, but I’ve changed! I thought that by now you would like me.”

“Zuko, I never hated you,” you replied. “Not even back when you were the ‘bad’ guy. You were always fun to banter with and I thought that you wanted things to stay that way.”

“What on earth gave you that idea?” Zuko asked, looking at you in shock.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you always had something to say in return to my remarks,” you stated, looking at him blankly.

“Well you always start it,” Zuko accused. You paused for a second, knowing that he was right.

“Well you always reply!”

Zuko let out a frustrated groan. “That’s because you keep teasing me if I don’t.”

“Okay, but that’s becau- mmph.”

Your eyes went wide as Zuko pressed his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up. You froze for a split second, not believing that this was happening. Zuko pulled away, a smirk on his face as he took in your flushed face and dazed expression. 

“Not so mouthy now are y-”

This time it was you who cut Zuko off, pressing your lips to his almost feverishly. Your arms left his waist, coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him impossibly close. Zuko responded better than you did, immediately returning the kiss and angling his head just so in order to deepen it. You melted against him, causing Zuko to smirk into the kiss before he began trailing kisses down your neck. 

A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt him leave a mark on you before you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling his face back up to kiss him again. You couldn’t remember feeling cold anymore, the feeling of Zuko’s lips on yours and his arms around your waist erasing any thoughts about the chilly air in the cave. Now all you could feel was warmth. 

“In case it wasn’t clear, I like you,” Zuko muttered into your ear, pulling away from your lips for a second. You shivered at his words before leaning your forehead against his. 

“In case it wasn't clear, Prince Pouty, I like you too,” you teased, giving him a shy smile. Zuko snorted at the nickname before kissing you gently, a stark contrast to the way the two of you were kissing only minutes earlier. 

“Toph! They’re kissing!”

Sokka’s head was poking through the cave entrance, looking at the two of you in shock. In the midst of your confessions, the Gaang had found the Fire Nation soldiers and defeated them, knowing that you couldn’t be too far away. Toph had been the one to find the cave, using her seismic sense, but Sokka had insisted he be the first one to enter. 

“Aw man,” Toph called out, pushing Sokka out of the way and forcing her way into the cave. “How many times did you lily livers kiss?”

You and Zuko exchanged surprised looks before looking at your two friends embarrassedly. You were still in his lap, the two of you ridiculously close to one another. Overall, you had been caught in a very compromising position. 

“U-Uh, I don’t know,” you stuttered, avoiding Toph’s blank gaze. Even though she couldn’t see you, you knew she was judging you.

“We didn’t exactly keep count,” Zuko drawled. You slapped his chest. “But if you want we can add a few more.”

“No!” Sokka and Toph yelled in unison. Sokka covered Toph’s eyes as Zuko pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard.

“I’m blind!” Toph grumbled, causing Sokka to look at her sheepishly.

“Oh, right,” Sokka replied, removing his hand and carrying Toph so that her feet were off the ground. “That’s better.”

“Just tell us if you kissed more than two times,” Toph said, hanging limply from Sokka’s arms. 

“Oh we definitely did,” Zuko said, a smirk on his face as you squeaked in embarrassment. 

“Ha! You owe me five gold pieces,” Sokka yelled triumphantly, accidentally dropping Toph. The small girl landed on the ground, scowling deeply at both having been dropped and losing the bet.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Snoozles. If you need me I’ll be outside,” Toph grumbled, stalking out of the cave. You shared an awkward glance with Sokka, who had a large grin on his face as he stared at the two of you. 

“Uh, anything else you need?” you asked the Water Tribe boy.

“No,” he replied, the smile never leaving his face. “We’ll be waiting outside when you’re done. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Groaning, you dropped your head onto Zuko’s chest. Sokka let out a loud laugh as he left and Zuko simply rolled his eyes before looking down at you. Using his index and middle fingers, he tilted your chin up, bringing your face up so that he could look at you. A bright blush spread across your cheeks as you met Zuko’s golden eyes, the urge to look away growing stronger as his gaze dropped to your lips. 

“Now, where were we?”

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The Soldier and His Witch (Pt.7/8)

Waller schedules a meeting to showcase you to some higher-ups. This leads to emotions running high

Warnings: Cursing, talks of death (good amount of fluff)

Word Count: 4,532

You were bruised, beaten and exhausted. The mission had taken an unforeseen turn for the worse resulting in one helluva firefight and you having to shield your team from a hailstorm while you amplified it against the enemy. Once you had them cornered you were able to force them out in the open away from their cover but using your powers to that extent always drained you a bit. Add in the hand to hand fighting you'd done and the hike to the extraction site you were in desperate need of crashing.

You were sitting between Rick and Boomerang desperately trying to ignore the urge to curl into Rick's side. Instead you leaned over on Boomerang's shoulder. "Ya wore yourself out didn't ya?" He asked and you nodded "A bit. Be glad when we land you don't gotta report to Waller like we do to give an overview of the mission" "That's gotta be a pain in the ass" he scoffed. You nodded, closing your eyes "So do me a favor and don't move" 

You reached your hand closest to Rick's out and felt his fingertips brush against yours right before he gave your hand a gentle squeeze which pulled a small smile to your face. The two of you were trying to remain as subtle as possible but it was harder sometimes so you settled for small touches to reassure each other that another mission had gone successful enough you were both still alive. 

You followed behind Rick into Waller's office rotating your neck in a tight circle. You were in need of a couple ibuprofen, a hot shower then curling up next to Rick for a few hours of sleep. Instead for the next hour you and him both would be answering questions as to why the mission had gone sideways and listen to Waller spin it as to how it had to be the task force's fault because God knows she did no wrong at all in her warped mind.

She glanced up from her computer long enough to say "Shut the door" You cut your eyes at Rick but did as she said coming to stand next to him. "Sit down both of you. I need to hear how this mission was completely and totally botched and I also need to speak with Y/N about something" 

"About what?" Rick asked before you could even open your mouth. Waller looked up again but this time a smirk spread across her face that made a heavy weight form in the pit of your stomach. She looked like the damn cat that ate the canary. "Sit down Colonel Flag and you'll find out after we do a mission debrief"

After both of you having to adjust your holsters to sit considering you were still in tact gear you reached your hand across and lightly squeezed Rick's knee that was closest to you grateful the desk blocked the action from Waller's view. You didn't know what she had planned for you but it seemed as if she'd been fishing for Rick's reaction and liked the one she got. 

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Once both of you were seated and Rick had managed to at least appear less agitated she motioned with her hand "Which one you want to start?" You were silent for a moment considering she hardly ever wanted you to speak in debrief unless she asked you a question directly.

Rick sensed your hesitation and cleared his throat "What happened was the Intel was shit. We damn near got our asses handed to us. We lost Vipin in the fight, Boomer had to get stitches and those of us that made it out just barely did. Hell if Y/N hadn't brought down a hailstorm around us we might not have"

"Well good thing she was then" Waller replied then turned her eyes on you "Was the data recovered?" "Yes ma'am. Delivered to that ambassador by Colonel Flag and myself as soon as we landed and took the remaining task force members back to Belle Reve" you still weren't sure what she needed to talk to you about but you weren't about to give her any grounds to say you weren't following protocol.

She nodded "Good to hear. Now on to what I needed to speak with you about" you felt Rick tense at your side but didn't dare move closer to him with Waller's eyes glued to the two of you.

"Ok" you replied, staring her down. She held your gaze for a moment then motioned back to her computer screen "The Department of Defense wants proof that Task Force X is successful" "and that has what to do with me exactly?" You asked and again that Cheshire cat grin found its way onto her face. You preferred her murderous resting face to that smile any day.

"Y/N you're a success story of the task force. You went from a criminal locked up for the rest of your natural life to a free individual working for this government by choice" you wouldn't exactly call straight up coercion a choice but you let that slide. Not like metahumans with a record had multiple jobs opportunities laid out in front of them. "Well thanks for the glowing endorsement but what exactly are you telling me I have to do?" 

"A meeting with some higher ups in D.C." She replied with a shrug as casual as if she was asking how you liked your coffee. You barely tolerated meeting with her. You didn't want to deal with a bunch of blowhards that given the chance would more than likely try to weaponize you. 

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The only thing making you not tell her there was no way you'd go to that meeting was the knowledge that she could make your life a living hell along with the lives of pretty much everyone you gave a damn about. You took a deep breath purposely not looking in Rick's direction before saying "When's the meeting? And what's expected of me so I have some sort of idea as to what I'm walking into"

She nodded approvingly "Two days. I'll accompany you and I'm sure Colonel Flag will want to as well. As to what you're expected to do, showcase a bit of what you can do. I'll handle anything further" "Yes ma'am" you replied with a nod. She tilted her head towards Rick "You'll accompany us, right Flag?" He cut his eyes at you before saying "Yes ma'am" 

"You're both free to go" was the last thing she said before turning her attention back to whatever was on the screen in front of her. You stood and quickly made your way into the hallway hearing Rick's footsteps behind you. 

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"She already scheduled the meeting. She knew you had no choice but to agree" you rested your head against the passenger seat turning just enough you could watch the muscle in Rick's jaw clench as he ranted about Waller. "Yeah well the ability to make my life and the lives of everyone I give a damn about even harder gives someone that power. The only one partially free from her is Floyd and I'm sure she would make up charges if need be to try to lock him back up just to fuck with me"

"I just don't like the idea of her carting you around D.C. like a goddamn show dog. Those men she'll be having you meet will see you as nothing but a weapon. That's what they do, they bastardize everything" he trailed off and you had a feeling he wanted to say more but had stopped himself. A part of you wanted to pry but the majority of you just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed. 

"Rick, I'll be fine. They're not the first people to ever see me as just a weapon. Especially nowadays that I'm as in control as I am. I don't trust Waller but I trust the fact that she's a greedy bitch. She doesn't wanna share her toys, that's how everyone with extra abilities, whether metahumans or not ends up in Belle Reve so she gets all the toys to herself. She likes having successes associated with the name Amanda Waller. Yeah she wants to cart me around as a show dog but as her show dog. She isn't looking to sell me off"

He nodded, reaching for your hand so you met him halfway. He laced his fingers with yours before finally saying "I just don't like the idea of her trying to separate us" you laughed lightly "I believe she picked up on that. You were being a bit over protective" he cut his eyes at you with a smirk before pulling into the parking place at your building "I have a right to be protective over my girlfriend I believe" 

"Your girlfriend huh?" You teased leaning over closer to him once the jeep was off. He moved his hand up to your cheek then just when you thought he was going to pull you in for a kiss he backed off "Unless you don't consider yourself my girlfriend. I mean we haven't really put a label on things" 

You rolled your eyes closing the space to straddle his lap carefully being mindful of the weapons you both still had on you "Rick Flag. I wear your damn dogtags daily. We spend pretty much every night together whether in your bed or mine. I didn't think we had to discuss things because I thought it was clear" he let his eyes roam over your body and all of a sudden you were extremely aware of just how dirty you still were from the mission and how unappealing you probably looked at the moment. Or that's what you thought until you met his eyes and saw the look there which sent a flush of heat throughout your body.

"Well maybe we should go shower and talk things out?" He asked leaning forward to place a feather light kiss on your pulse point. Your eyes fluttered shut "Yeah. I think we should" 

You groaned when the alarm clock went off trying to burrow further into your pillow and heard an echoing groan from behind you "Do we have to do this?" Rick asked lips finding your bare shoulder as he spoke. "Do you really want Waller pissed at us?" You replied, turning in his arms to face him.

He glanced at where the sheet had slid further down your chest from the movement and licked his lips slowly "I could think of a lot better things to do sweetheart" you shook your head "I'm sure you could but we gotta get dressed and appear presentable" he groaned again leaning his forehead over on yours "Yes ma'am" he crashed his lips against yours in a lingering kiss before finally pulling away. 

He laughed when you whined at the loss of contact "C'mon now Y/N we gotta get dressed remember" you rolled your eyes "You're no fair" 

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After consideration you'd ended up deciding on a black dress,boots and a black leather jacket. Waller grumbled about lack of professionalism when you climbed out of Rick's jeep considering she was in a pants suit and he had even ditched his usual attire of either tact gear or jeans for a tailored suit.  

You shrugged, walking ahead of her and Rick to the plane "I'm a criminal Waller. I've killed people for the hell of it. They're not expecting pastels" You looked over your shoulder to see that while she looked on the verge of an aneurysm from having to deal with you directly, Rick was biting back a grin so it was worth it.

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Waller sat at the front of the plane nearest the pilot so you and Rick sat near the back across from each other. He glanced up at her then back to you "I still don't like this" "I know baby. I promise it's gonna be fine" You didn't realize your slip until a smirk split his face "Baby huh?" 

Your eyes widened looking towards Waller in panic but she was obvious to your conversation. You then turned back to Rick who was watching you in amusement "Yes I called you baby. It kinda just slipped out naturally" that made his smirk turn into a genuine smile "I like you calling me that" 

The moment didn't have a chance to last because the pilot announced you were about to land. There would be a car waiting so from here on out you had to be on your toes. No telling what may get thrown your way.

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For once you gladly followed behind Waller. She'd strategically placed you between her and Rick, meaning she went into the conference room the meeting was being held in first followed by you and him bringing up the rear, looking very much the part of personal security.

You hadn't been nervous a bit in the plane or car. Walking into the building and going through their security hadn't even spiked any anxiety. When everyone that sat around the long table turned their eyes to the three of you it caused a hiccup of nerves to wash over you. 

You felt Rick touch your lower back gently right before he whispered "Are you ok?" You nodded following Waller further into the room. "Y/N feel free to take a seat until you're needed" She spoke a lot more civil than usual 

You walked over to the chairs that lined the wall perching on the edge of one. Rick sat down next to you while Waller went into a pitch about how successful "her" task force was.

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You'd nearly blocked them all out staring down at the toe of your boot when you heard one of them say "If she's as powerful as you make her out to be, why did Louisiana suffer so from Katrina?"

You were on your feet in an instance, anger forcing any nerves to reside "Because some jackass with the national guard threatened to shoot me because he didn't like metahumans. He said we went against nature" Rick was standing protectively behind you when Waller turned to glare at the both of you "Well it appears Y/N wishes to address the room"

One older man at the opposite end of the table looked at Rick curiously "Colonel Flag you accompanied Amanda when she came to us for original clearance on the task force with the other metahuman. Dr Moone, did you not?" you looked back at Rick and knew in that moment your eyes betrayed all the emotions you were feeling. 

That's why he'd seemed so upset, why he said they bastardized everything. You'd thought it was in defense of you. It was because he'd seen Waller's dog and pony show before and it just so happens he was fucking the subject of interest both times. He apparently still held animosity towards this committee.

You laughed humorlessly before turning your back on him addressing the man who'd spoken "Actually Dr Moone was not in fact a metahuman. She was possessed by an ancient meta. She didn't know how to control the powers because they weren't a part of who she was supposed to be. Please don't compare the situations any further because I could list a world of differences between her and I" you threw a glance over your shoulder at Rick with the last words.

"It appears an attachment to Colonel Flag would not be on that list" the man replied and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the response you wanted to say but the air pressure in the room immediately dropped as your emotions spiked. Waller actually spoke up and said "Y/N acts as a lieutenant for the task force. She handles the worst cases coming out of Belle Reve. If not for her Flag's job would be a lot more difficult so you can see why he'd check after her well-being. Believe me when I say there couldn't be more differences between her and Dr Moone." 

"Understandable. Ms Y/N I apologize for any assumptions" the man replied so you nodded curtly "Now that we covered why I couldn't do shit to help with Katrina what more do the lot of you need from me?" Your voice was dripping with venom as you spoke but you also raised the pressure in the room back to normal. Your hair was moving slightly from the air currents being emitted from your skin despite your best efforts to calm down humiliation as it seemed was somehow even worse of a trigger for your powers than anger.

"Perhaps a demonstration?" Waller suggested and was met with a chorus of nods and murmurs of agreement. You took a few steps back purposely putting space between you and Rick then rotated your neck in a tight circle. Most of the time if you weren't in a dangerous situation you could keep your eyes from changing but with emotions running high that proved more difficult than you thought since you saw Rick's eyes flick towards yours then he glanced around the room trying to clock everyone's reactions no doubt.

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You ignored everyone in the room concentrating on nothing but that spark that always flowed just below the surface waiting. You let it flow out freely pushing it out further and further until thunder rolled through the sky loud enough it shook the walls. "How can we be sure that's her?" The older man asked again so you brought your hands up holding them in front of you but wide enough apart that you could conjure lightning between them. 

The lighting sparked brightly dancing back and forth between your palms. To add to it you focused on conjuring a storm cloud in the center of the room and threw in a couple tiny twisters dancing across the table blowing papers and pens around the room in a wild frenzy.

"That's enough Switch" Waller spoke and you let everything continue to get wilder just a few more seconds enjoying the slight panic on their faces until you turned your hands slightly forcing them together snuffing out the lighting, storm cloud and twisters alike. 

The older man who'd been the most vocal seemed at a loss until he said "Amanda you always do find the most interesting people to associate yourself with" you turned your eyes to him not caring if they were back to the normal color yet or not "Does that mean we can get our collective asses back home now?" 

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Waller dismissed you and Rick stating that by the time her lunch with the committee was over she'd meet the two of you back at the plane.

You walked out the building next to Rick unsure of your destination. Waller had suggested the two of you find lunch to pass the time. You were a little hungry but also still very angry and hurt from what had happened in the meeting. Doubts were running through your head that had never occurred to plague you before.

You finally turned to look at him once the two of you were outside. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest before saying "I've never been to D.C. I don't know what's good"  "So we're not gonna talk about it?" He asked and you quickly shook your head "Not here. Not now. I just got extremely embarrassed then had to put on a side show. I don't feel like discussing all the thoughts roaming through my head" 

You hated seeing the way his shoulder sagged just slightly when you refused to talk to him but you knew that you couldn't get emotional then deal with sitting on a plane with Waller. "There's a few good sushi places" he offered so you waved a hand "Lead the way Colonel"

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Throughout lunch anytime Rick tried to steer the conversation towards your relationship you steered it away by talking about anything from missions to your favorite Halloween movie.

When Waller called him to say her lunch had been dismissed it was almost a relief to catch a cab back to the plane.

Rick kicked himself the moment you realized he'd let you walk into that room without telling you everything.

He knew you well enough that you didn't have to say what was going on inside your head. You were comparing yourself to June. You were comparing yours and his relationship to his and hers. You were hurt,embarrassed and refused to even attempt to speak to him until the two of you were back in either his or your apartment.

You sat in the plane across from him with your head leaned back. Your eyes were closed but you weren't asleep. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms, reassure you that you were the most amazing woman he'd ever met. He knew that now wasn't the time not considering Waller sat on your other side typing away on her laptop without a care in the world.

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When the plane landed, Waller of course had a car waiting and was whisked off before you and Rick got cleared of the plane.

You walked off slowly behind Rick and whistled sharply "I wonder how long she had that poor sap waiting just to drive her to whatever creepy cave she resides in" your pride and heart were still wounded but you knew the two of you needed to talk. The last few days had been a lot from losing Vipin on the mission to this mayhem with Waller parading you around D.C.'s finest 

You were silent in the jeep the entire ride home wondering how to start the conversation without sounding jealous over June. You in all honesty weren't, just that committee comparing you both irked you. The literal only thing the two of you had in common was the fact that you'd both slept with Rick.

You were deep enough in thought you hadn't noticed the jeep had come to a stop. Rick cleared his throat and when you cut your eyes at him he motioned outside your window "We're home" "Appears so" you replied climbing out the jeep and following him into the building.

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Rick walked up the stairs behind you praying you'd ask him to come to your place. He hated sleeping without you by his side any more and he definitely could not see going to bed thinking you were angry or hurt from his actions or lack thereof.

You stopped right before stepping into the hallway and looked back at him "So you coming to my apartment? I really need to get these boots off and a drink wouldn't hurt"  "Yeah" he replied quickly holding the door open for you.

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You stopped just inside your apartment and turned to face Rick. The door was still open so you motioned to it "Shut that please. We need to talk" 

He shut it and locked all three locks which was pure habit from the both of you before turning back to you. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him with a hand up "I shouldn't have acted like that. I shouldn't have let that old bastard get under my skin. I swear I'm not actually jealous of June" 

"You have no reason to be" he interrupted and you groaned "Please let me get this out Rick" he held up both hands with an apologetic look so you took a breath before continuing "I saw the extent you went to when it came to saving her. I saw what it did to you when you thought she was dead. She's an absolutely gorgeous, educated woman who could do anything she wanted with her life. I'm me. I'm a high-school dropout who barely managed to get her equivalency diploma. I have killed people and enjoyed it. A freak of nature all around…" 

Rick cut you off again but this time by catching your lips in a searing kiss. You returned it snaking your arms up around his neck tugging at the hair there. When he broke apart from you he stared down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes "Y/N.. You're not a freak of nature. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met. You can go from baking cookies with Layla or Zoe to forming combat plans on the run that would have some generals amazed. You're beautiful all made up like you are now and dead out gorgeous when you first wake up and your hair is everywhere and the only thing you're wearing is one of my shirts.." you tried to protest but he shushed you "Now sweetheart it's my turn to talk so you be a good girl and listen"

You clamped your mouth shut at his words so he placed another kiss onto your lips gentler this time but it still made your head swim "I have never known anyone like you. I've never been as close to anyone like I am with you. I have never known for a fact that my life is better because of one particular person before you…" your heart jumped at his words but before you could say anything in return he leaned down a bit to be eye to eye with you "Yes I was with June. Yes I cared about her but I am in love with you"

You'd known how you felt about Rick for a while but hearing he felt the same was better than anything you'd ever felt before. You stared at him for a moment letting his words sink in. Rick was in love with you. 

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The longer you remained silent after his admission the more Rick worried that maybe you didn't feel the same or maybe he should've waited to say it until a better time but when you leaned up to kiss him on the lips you whispered against his mouth "Glad to know because I'm in love with you too"

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