#hawks in the background: he’s right do a fucking flip

[poppy5991]

Dabi: I swear to god I’m gonna jump!

Fuyumi: Don’t do it, we love you!

Natsuo: We can work this out!

Shoto: Do a flip!

[blackenedsnow]

HIIII i think request are open anyway uhhh may i request postal dudes with a prawn star (cannot spell the correct way because tumblr with MASSACRE me) partner please:33 (doesn’t have to be nsfw if want, i just have a self insert that is,, yeah and there’s NOTHING anywhere) have a good day :33

the dude's with a p0rnstar! s/o ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Reader, Postal (BD) Dude x Reader, Postal (Movie) Dude x Reader

NOTE: Have an amazing day, and thank you for stopping by with this gem of a request! Take care of yourself <333

P1 DUDE

When he first finds out about your profession, he’s suspicious.

He doesn’t trust anyone, and the thought of others looking at you like that makes him spiral a bit.

Despite his paranoia, he doesn’t shame you for it.

Deep down, he respects that you’re doing your thing and earning a living in a way he probably never could.

Obsessive? Oh, absolutely.

He watches your work like a hawk, not for enjoyment but to monitor comments, interactions, and anything that might seem like a “threat.”

He becomes weirdly protective of you in public.

If someone even hints at recognizing you, he gets very tense.

You’ll have to remind him to relax before he scares someone off.

That said, he adores you in his own unhinged way.

Sometimes he’ll talk about running off to some remote cabin with you where “no one can find us.”

It’s endearing in a slightly alarming way.

P2 DUDE

His reaction?

A shrug... and a smirk.

“Well, I guess somebody’s gotta do it, right?”

He’s supportive but snarky as hell.

Expect constant things like, “So, when’s my big debut?”

He’s surprisingly laid-back about your profession.

In his mind, people are gonna do what they want, so why stress?

Pretty much just brags about dating you.

“Yeah, my partner? You’ve probably seen their work. Pretty hot, right?” Cue his smug grin.

If anyone gives you trouble, though, he flips like a switch.

He’s not above shoving someone into a trash can if they step out of line.

He loves you for who you are, but definitely also for what you do, and makes sure you know that.

P3 DUDE

At first, he teases you endlessly.

“Wow, dating a star? I must be living the dream, huh?”

He makes everything into a joke.

If you’re filming, he’s in the background making faces or trying to photobomb just to mess with you.

Secretly, though, he’s impressed.

He thinks it’s cool that you’ve got this level of confidence and independence.

He’ll egg people on if they recognize you in public, just to see their reactions, but if anyone crosses a line, he’s quick to shut it down.

“Babe, what do I gotta do to get a cameo? I could totally pull off the clueless plumber trope.”

As much as he jokes, he respects you deeply and has your back no matter what.

P4 DUDE

Honestly? He’s a little shocked at first.

“Wait, you do what for a living?”

But he’s completely supportive.

He LOVES your job. More than you.

He’s so sweet and genuine that you can’t help but love him for it.

If anyone says anything negative about you, he’s baffled.

“What’s their problem? You’re just doing your thing!”

Will shoot them down after and throw dog shit at their house

He brings you little gifts after your shoots—flowers, snacks, or random knickknacks he thought you’d like.

"Figured you might need a pick-me-up after a long day!”

BD DUDE

FUCK YEAH

Anyway , that said, he’s got a dry sense of humor about it.

“Guess I should’ve been one too. Maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit.”

He’s deeply protective in a subtle way.

He won’t make a scene, but if anyone disrespects you, they’ll regret it.

He knows how to handle himself without making a fuss.

“You’re tougher than most people I know. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Despite his rough edges, he’s incredibly loyal and makes sure you know you’re loved.

MOVIE DUDE

His initial reaction is pure excitement.

He’s surprisingly wholesome about it.

He supports you completely and is thrilled to see you doing what you love.

That said, he has his shady moments.

If someone tries to mess with you, he’s way too good at finding out things about them.

“Oh, they don’t like you? Funny, I found their Facebook… wanna see their embarrassing prom photos?”

He’s oddly charming in public.

If someone recognizes you, he turns it into a lighthearted conversation, but... it does have some darkness behind it.

But! Behind closed doors, he’s your biggest cheerleader!

“You’re amazing, you know that? Like, seriously, how did I get so lucky?”

[manyothermusingsofmine]

so huyandere posted this on twitter with the notion of like “did anyone write a detailed analysis of kristoph’s solitary cell already bc why is there a pink chair. Insane.” and like I don’t know if it counts as a detailed analysis but I certainly have Opinions about this. I’m a bit sick though so this is really rambly and not on track in the slightest. and if you click the read more it’s all there so uh like

Okay first of all I’m going to have to fact check this but I feel like the wiki told me Kristoph apparently talked the guards into getting him all this stuff?

-one wiki search later- “He managed to call in some favors to some of the prison guards whom he had befriended to get various items into the cell, turning it into something of an office.”

Okay yeah so that’s fucking terrifying? Kristoph already doesn’t strike me as the type to have legitimate friends because everyone is a means to an end with him, but- bro that’s not pulling favors that’s mafia boss behavior what the hell.

But like the bigger Thought I have about the whole thing that derails a little from huyandere’s original question is just. The fucking paralells between Simon and Kristoph? Like okay no hear me out actually.

They’re the same character archetype, in a way. They’re both cool, collected, kinda detached loners- arguably the flip side of each other’s coin because where their character wildly diverge is in motive. Kristoph’s whole motive in his story is greed and envy; wanting the fame and fortune others have and feeling like his rightful place in the spotlight is being usurped by people who don’t deserve it Simon on the other hand’s whole motive is undying loyalty to protecting someone he cares about. He’s on deathrow for a crime he didn’t commit, but can we not gloss over the fact that he’s doing so to protect Athena, who, at this point if the story gets spun in her direction, would befall the same faith? That’s -deskslam- why I’m so mad actually that Simon and Klavier don’t interact in Dual Destinies. Like, at all. And that’s a fucking crime because no matter how you spin that their dynamic would be so interesting! Like, would Simon’s similar demeanor freak Klavier out and does their coworkership therefor become kind of strained and uncomfortable? Or are you like me and do you think that Simon takes one look at Klavier and goes “-Markiplier voice- oh he’s traumatized” and instinctively adopts this weird rockstar prosecutor as his brother because eh what’s another adoptive sibling at this point. And in that case does Klavier look at Simon’s behavior and just go “well thats similar to what I was used to anyway so yeah you can stick around.”? Also I’m not done you clicked on this that was your choice entirely it’s even more fascinating to think about Simon and Kristoph spending even one day in the same jail establishment because first of all I feel like Simon would look around that jail cell and just go “show off” and leave it at that. And while I think the fandom has a point in that Simon probably wouldn’t like Kristoph, have we even considered how much Kristoph would fucking loathe Simon? Simon is pretty much the better version of him because Simon has honor and loyalty; things Kristoph definitely lacks. Furthermore with his background in psychology and just the general way he is Simon wouldn’t fall for any of Kristoph’s manipulation tactics, and there’s not much else Kristoph can do because there’s no way in hell that he would win in a physical fight against Simon; the man’s build like a fucking tank come on now. Do you have any idea how much it would piss Kristoph off that he has this absolute powerhouse of a man in a cell next to him and the bastard’s completely immune to his manipulation skills?! And before I forget the fucking?? paralell?? between Simon owning a trained hawk that I can only assume he trained himself which takes time and talent and trust and sfmdfmg the sprite of him petting Taka makes me feel things. Vs Kristoph having a dog where the general consensus seems to be that it’s a golden retriever, which makes me feel things as someone who has owned golden retrievers and who knows their unconditional love, because he wants to be loved unconditionally with no questions asked FDS,MFNSDFG,MNDF,GM-

[pixelizedprince]

pwease uwuse the non spoiwery version uwu

nine

ten

forty~

these answers are long and a little lore heavy, so read more!!

9. What is Rook like on the battlefield?

Bishop has two modes (and it isn't just because the game let me have my cake and eat it too) 

1 - the distraction, big shiny opulent swords, flipping about, attention on him so everyone else can either line up their shots or get to cover, can land a deadly blow his knives but that’s mostly from sheer amount of slices or poison, he prefers to use them because it’s a turn brain off, defend kind of reflex.

 2 - serious business, you will not even know who shot you before an arrow is sticking through your chest. throat. eye. Bishop’s dad was an ex-Dalish hunter who taught him how to shoot when he was young, he didn’t tolerate anything but a debilitating blow for a quick death. (Slowing down time, taking a breath, landing a headshot is my FAVORITE)

10. Does Rook know their history? Do they know of the HoF, Hawke, the Inquisitor?

Welcome to my sick and twisted dragon age world state I’m so sorry to be self indulgent here -

Warden Katrynd Aeducan/ she/her / Romo Warden Alistair; Mage Marian Hawke / she/her / (Twin Hawke to Mage Garrett Hawke - he’s the Champion of Kirkwall proper) / Romo Anders & Isabela (Mum Marian, Dad Anders, Mama Bela - twins Beatrice and Tobin, baby Rhett); Nollwyn Lavellan - Mage, Bullmancer, Inquisitor Proper / they/them / ( + Min’Esta Lavellan, she/her, last living clanmate of Nollwyn / Scout of the Inquisition / Romo Solas - Defected to be the Right Hand of Fen’Harel for several years before she fucked off from him because his mind couldn’t be changed {surprise surprise} )

-Bishop truly knows piss all about the fifth blight, his extent of HoF knowledge is because his ex’s sister - Seja - is married to a man who knew the HoF. From hearsay Warden Commander Aeducan sounds like a fine woman, a little larger than life from the stories but Seja’s husband is always saying some insane shit about some hero/legend he’s apparently friends with when he’s in town. (and that man is Nathaniel Howe sdjkfjdfk)

-Being good friends with Isabela in the LoF, Bishop has actually met Hawke a few times. Isabela’s loves live on the coast of Llomerryn, hiding away from their pasts so it’s not often they make it up the the mainland. Marian is a delight but has a lot on her plate. He’s met their kids though and all of Bela’s “pups” are very cute. Sounds like they came from a shit place and Bishop doesn’t pry, Lords come from all backgrounds and he’s not fused with southern chantry bullshit/Bishop has personal beef with the southern mage circles anyway. (“Bishop, they blew up a church.” “None of my business. Plus she makes a mean pickled egg.”)

-Bishop doesn’t hold the inquisitor very high, his sister Eleni got killed from a fade rift on the Stormcoast and he’s still angry/resentful about that ;;; his anger dies a little when Isabela puts in a good word for Varric and Varric tries to put in a good word for Nollwyn even though Bishop is determined to dislike them - upon meeting they are just, a 30 something kid and it fucks him up. (when he finally meets Minnie and finds out Solas charmed her away with him when she was only 21 y/o he wants to kill the Egg inside his head even more-so than before, it’s messy, she’s haunted about it and Bishop feels the need to comfort her but doesn't know what to do.)

40. Describe Rook’s bed:

Bishop is a stomach sleeper and runs warm when he’s sleeping! So his ideal would be a firm bed with a million pillows and just a sheet. To be acceptable to sleep on whatever he does need at least four pillows, and if it’s cold at least a quilt to temporarily drape over himself and kick off in the middle of the night when he gets too hot. He’s not picky about what it looks like, he doesn’t spend much time in it anyway (at least pre-veilguard wink/wonk) 

[asterales-transcribed]

ID: Page 1 - Avalon and Zanna, seen from roughly the waist up, stand against a pale beige background. They are both staring at the offscreen Cowboy Bed with a dead eyed look of muted horror. Avalon's hair is out from it's ponytail and Zanna's mohawk is a little more dishevelled. "Dibs on not sleeping in that FUCKING bed." Zanna says. "Shit." Avalon responds. Page 2 - Avalon, now with a side ponytail and dressed down to his yellow t-shirt, lies defeated in the cowboy bed in the dark of their room. He stares up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes and his mouth in a straight displeased line.

Page 3 - Jones and Millie looking mischievous as they use the pipes to launch a golfball at the sad, unsuspecting Ronbo who stands in the background with his hands clasped and crying. The colours of the Habitat's Courtyard are light indicating it's early morning as they dive headfirst into the chaos. Page 4 - Zanna sits with Dallas against a blue background, Zanna has shed her denim vest and Dallas is holding a mug close to his face. "PAINT WATER" is clearly displayed across the pink mug, Dallas does not notice as he stares off to the upper right corner in deep thought while Zanna holds up one hand, her pointer finger up as she happily rambles. "When you think about it, Hippie Fashion is defying Social Norms and being comfy!" She says. "I do like being cozy." Dallas responds. Page 5 - Avalon and Trencil stand in a shaded corner, chatting idly and having a nice time. Avalon has his hands folded behind his back as he speaks. By the context of the conversation they appear to be talking about Nat and Jones. "I get you, yeah. My nephew is the kid, uh, flipping off every camera he sees." Page 6 - Jones stims excitedly with his fists going up and down and Avalon impulsively salutes as they both watch Zanna pull off a truly SICK mid-air double jump to slap the polaroid of Gillis over the courtyard's camera. Zanna is shouting "TONY HAWK PRO SKATER STRATS" with her tongue stuck out as she kicks out one leg, showing off her pink and purple striped knee sock. /END ID

[First]

[Previous]

[Next]

[Who are you people???]

[kiss-inthekitchen]

as it was

part two to you know it's not the same

summary: Marc's overwhelmed. He failed to protect you, failed to protect Steven, and now the clock is running out. It's his last chance to do something right before you all enter Ammit's tomb tomorrow.

wc: 1.8k

a/n: marc spector x reader, mentions of steven grant, a lot of Marc's internal monologue, i said i would fix him and i did

You exit the bathroom again to find the room deserted. You sigh, simultaneously relieved and disappointed, and flop down on the bed. You’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. It was going to be a little different sleeping alone with Marc two feet away from you on the floor… but you tried to ignore that thought for now. 

You switch the TV on, flipping through the only four channels that get good reception. You pick one just for background noise, watching the sunset through the window. 

Marc weaves through the city streets below, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as he can. 

He’s tired. Exhausted, honestly. For weeks he’d been doing nothing but trying to keep other people safe. Keep you safe from Khonshu. Keep Steven safe from him. And he’d failed. 

Even when he’d resigned himself to only fronting when Khonshu demanded it, trying to give Steven as much of a life as he could, he still managed to fuck it up somehow. Marc idly wonders if all this would’ve been avoided if he could’ve just kept a goddamn goldfish alive. But he couldn’t. 

Just then, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. The glint of metal from one of the vendors, hawking cheap trinkets. The kind of cheap trinkets you would’ve loved. If you were here you’d make him stop and buy something, if he pointed out that you were falling into a tourist trap you’d give him that look you saved for when he was being too serious, tell him for the umpteenth time that you wanted something to remember this adventure by. He’d roll his eyes but he wouldn’t stop you, smiling to himself when you looked away. You used to keep them all on the nightstand, but then you’d run out of room and installed a bunch of floating shelves in the living room to display your growing collection. After that, he joked that you would run out of space on the walls.

Even when he’s actively avoiding you, you’re with him. You’re always with him. 

He walks away from the vendor, his thoughts spiraling even more now. Had every decision he’d made been for nothing? As much as he’d tried to prevent it, put himself through hell for it, you were here. In Cairo, on what could very well be a suicide mission. And nothing he’d done had protected you from that. You’d met Steven, too. You even like him. Marc almost resents it, if he’s honest. He sees the way you are with Steven, so different from the way you are with him. The way you’d been with him, he corrects himself. 

And Marc was always so terrified of this, of how you and Steven might react to each other. But Steven likes you, too. The whole thing sends him spinning.

Marc’s never been fully honest with you, his own wife. The only person who’s ever purely loved him, not in spite of, not regardless. You loved him without having to think about what he’d done. About what kind of monster he might truly be. He never wanted to give you any reason to think otherwise.

He’s always stopped you before you could get too close, always derailed a conversation that became too dangerously real. Maybe he shouldn’t have. 

Marc tunes in to his surroundings then, realizing he’s been walking around on autopilot. He looks up, laughing bitterly to himself. He’d ended up back at the hotel. 

Had he been standing in his own way this entire time? Making decisions in the name of protecting you, protecting Steven, and hurting himself in the process, only to fail anyway? Had he really done all of this for nothing? 

No. No, he couldn’t have. He’d had to leave, had to protect you from himself. Didn’t he? 

He’s inside the building now, taking the last few stairs up to your floor. Night has fallen completely, and as he approaches the door he’s unable to decide whether it’d be better if you were awake or asleep. God, he’s tired. He doesn’t want to think anymore. 

He opens the door, fingers twisting the handle as gently as he can, easing into the room as quietly as possible. The moonlight illuminates your form; under the covers, facing away from him. 

Maybe he could just lie next to you. He could move to the floor before you wake up in the morning, take these few hours to be in your presence even if you’re not aware of it. Maybe that would be enough for him. And if he happens to fall asleep beside you, not make it to the floor at all, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad either. Selfish, he admonishes himself. 

But then he decides to do it anyway. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, taking his shoes off, shrugging off the button down shirt he wore over his regular tee. 

“Welcome back,” your voice cuts through the room, icy and distant. 

Shit. Marc’s chin falls to his chest, his eyes scrunching tight. Of course, you’re awake. Why wouldn’t you be? 

“You’re going to have to talk to me at some point during this mission, you know,” you snap, sitting up to face him. He turns reluctantly toward you, and you can just barely see his expression in the sheer glow of the moon.

He sighs, thin and weary, so much so that you almost feel bad for being upset with him. And then he speaks. 

“Please, don’t start–“ 

You raise your eyebrows, your head ticking back in a way that he knows too well. He fucked up, as usual, he thought, sighing internally. 

He speaks quickly, aware that you’re going to start arguing with him if he doesn’t fix this now. “Wait– I didn’t mean it like that, I just–“ 

It’s not lost on you, the fact that he can still read your body language so easily. That he remembers. “Tell me what you meant then.” 

“What?” 

“If you didn’t mean it like that, then how did you mean it?” 

He’s looking at you like he could will you to leave well enough alone, and maybe he could have, before. But your gaze holds firm, waiting for his answer.  

His gaze drifts to the tile flooring, he’s asking himself how he can get out of this, if he even wants to get out of this. He’s frustrated, tired of thinking things over and over and over and not coming up with any answers. Something is building in him, he’s not sure if it’s anger or desperation or something else, but it’s overwhelming. And you’re not making this any easier. You’re probably sitting here thinking he’s the bad guy. As if he isn’t fighting every second not to fall to his knees and beg you to take him back. 

“What is it? You think that I hate you? You think I’m ignoring you because I want to? Can’t you just trust me, just leave things alone and trust that I’m doing everything in my power, because I have to? When I said dont start I meant this, I meant that if you push me even the slightest bit–“ his voice cracks, grief and exhaustion breaking through, “I’ll give in, and if I give in people get hurt. You will get hurt.” 

You stare back at him, trying to control your expression. You almost want to laugh. That’s it? Of course, that’s it. Of course he thinks he’s doing you a favor, breaking your heart. 

“Marc…” you trail off, in disbelief that the two of you are having this conversation at all. “I’m hurt now.” 

You’re confronted by the pain in his eyes, the defeated give of his shoulders. “Don’t say that to me,” he whispers, almost to himself, “please don’t say that.” 

You reach out to him, slowly, waiting for him to run from it and shatter this moment completely. He doesn’t. Your hand cups the side of his face and he flinches just the slightest bit, but he doesn’t run, his brows furrowing as you subconsciously drag the pad of your thumb back and forth against his cheekbone. 

Everything was slipping away at this point. Every reason he had grasped onto for not being with you. The more time he spent in your presence, the easier it was for him to believe that this could work. Khonshu was imprisoned in stone, for god’s sake. Marc could just leave him there. 

This moment feels different to you. Pivotal. You find yourself putting words to a thought you’ve had so many times when you’re with him, not sure it even makes sense here and now, not sure you even consciously want to be saying it. 

“You’re always just a little bit too far away.” 

The last bastion of his self control breaks wide open, and it’s like he can physically feel it, something cracking him apart at the core. It feels good. It feels freeing. 

“I don’t want to be,” he half-whispers, gaze flickering from your lips up to your eyes, finding nothing guarded in your expression, feeling like he might look the same. “I don’t– I can’t bear to be far away from you. Not anymore.” 

“Come here then.” 

He doesn’t waste any more time. He kisses you and it’s all-consuming. If he’s ever kissed you like this before, you don’t remember it. It’s not just desperate and passionate, it’s confessional. It’s pleading. He pulls you further into him, his hands on your waist, your hips, unwilling to relinquish the feel of you now that he’d finally gotten it back.  

“Marc, hold on,” you whisper, pressing one hand to his chest. 

He pulls back just enough to see your face, “What, what’s wrong?” 

You hesitate. You’re not sure how to start, not sure you want to tell him and risk the possibility of an answer you don’t want to hear. Is it worth risking this moment? You almost take it back. But you have to know.

“I… I can’t do this if you’re going to leave again. If this is just, like, a moment you’re having, if you might change your mind–”

Your eyes meet his, and it shatters him even more to see the uncertainty lingering in them. 

“Hey,” he cuts you off, one hand coming to cup your cheek, the warmth of his skin comforting you, the familiarity. “I promise you, if we make it out of this alive–” he says it almost like a joke, his tone lighthearted, even though you really might not, and you crack the slightest smile at the absurdity of it all.  “–you are gonna get so tired of me.” 

You laugh; a short, incredulous sound, and he continues, his gaze not wavering from yours. “I will never leave you again.” 

When he kisses you, it feels like home.

- - - -

taglist: @rosaren2498 @dopeqff @obnoxioussmiley @a--1--1--3 @coff3e-and-biscuits @cosmic-lavender @dejaihdarnell @rellasnowheenim @loonymagizoologist

[nohoney]

I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.1

note: Part 1 of the Us series which is originally posted on my ao3 here

Us series masterlist

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angsty-ish

summary:

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you with your current boyfriend.

“Marry a nice man, honey.”

“When you find someone to settle down with, make sure he’s the one.”

“Don’t flit about from guy to guy, it’s not lady-like.”

All these rules your mother set you up with when it came to finding a boyfriend, you knew it came from a good place in her heart. She was only looking out for you when she told you these things but didn’t she get that dating now was different in this age and time? You’re a free person and you can see however many people you want or you could see no one at all and that was perfectly fine as well.

She has a feeling you’re seeing someone but you haven’t confirmed with her. To be honest, you don’t think you’ll tell her anything about your current boyfriend. It would be for the sake of preserving her little, fragile heart. How horrified would she be if she found out her precious daughter was dating the local drug dealer in her college campus?

He didn’t like being called by his surname and he didn’t seem to like being called by his first name either. The first time he speaks in front of your intro to philosophy class, taking it just to fulfill one of grad requirements, he says to just refer to him as ‘Dabi’. It’s curious to the people who don’t know who he is already but who are they to argue with someone how they should be addressed?

So you call him Dabi.

You called him Dabi the first time you spoke to him in class, asking for notes from the day you missed before in class. You called him Dabi when he found you sitting alone in the library and he kicked your chair to get your attention. You called him Dabi the more you spent time together with him, even past the semester once your one shared class is over and final grades were submitted. You called him Dabi the first time he ever rails you on his cock in the backseat on his car.

You almost forget sometimes that his real name is Touya.

In his off campus apartment, he sits in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and you stand behind him with plastic gloves over your hands, helping him dye the roots of his hair black. The dye stinks, you hate the smell of it, but he kind of suckered you into doing it for him this time. He promised that if you’d help him, he’d sit through one of your stupid romantic-comedy movies you’d been dying to watch for a while. But you had to tack on a condition if he was going to give you an incentive.

If Dabi watched a movie with you and wasn’t entertained by it enough, he’d always leave to smoke a joint and come back high just so that he could get through the rest of the film.

“No break of any kind unless it’s a snack or pee break, you understand me?” you tell him as you put the final layer of dye on his roots. “And no doing it before the movie starts! I want you sober when we watch it together.”

“Yeah, yeah doll. You have my word.” Dabi passively waves his hand at you as he looks down at his phone.

Your eyes casually glance down at his phone screen and see that he’s in his messages app.

Wonder if someone is trying to get him as a connect. You think to yourself as you dispose of the plastic gloves and the remaining hair dye. You’re cleaning up the hair dye tools and open the window to air out the awful smell of the dye, all while Dabi sits in his chair and stares at his messaging app. The sounds of incoming messages from his phone tell you that there’s a conversation going on but his fingers don’t move over the keyboard to respond. It’s not your business how he runs his operations.

“How long do I leave the dye on?” he asks as he stands up from the chair, putting his phone on the countertop, and literally rips the shirt off his body from the neckline down the middle. It’s just a regular t-shirt he bought to protect his skin from the dye dripping onto his body dispensable from the very beginning, but he didn’t have to make a show of it. The shirt drops to the floor in a heap and he kicks it off to the side; you are not picking it up for him.

Dabi’s hot, ridiculously hot, that’s the first thing anyone notices about him. Both his ears have multiple piercings and his nose as well sporting three studs on his right nostril. If he’s wearing short sleeves, the first thing anyone will see that his both arms are tattooed all black, save for where they end, at his hands and shoulders it’s detailed to look like his skin is being held together by staples. On any other person it would look ridiculous to you, on Dabi not so much.

He notices you staring and winks at you, but you scoff at him and push past him to exit the bathroom. “You know how long it stays on, you’ve done this plenty of times before by yourself.”

“I like it when you tell me doll.”

Ah Dabi could be so charming when he felt like it.

You roll your eyes at him but peck him on the lips. “Shut up, I’m going to order in some food for dinner today.”

“Wow, ordering in for dinner tonight. Such housewife material (Name).” Dabi pokes fun at you.

“And you’re going to be the perfect husband Dabi.” you tease back.

You’re not certain if Dabi is long-term boyfriend material, you’ve only been dating for about five months. It’s not a long period of time you’ve spent as boyfriend and girlfriend but you’ve had a lot of fun with him. Although you have to admit that part of the fun you were experiencing with Dabi was because of what he’s introduced you to.

Before Dabi, you’d only smoke a little bit of weed every once in a while or take the occasional edible to wind down. You never had your own stash of it, you’d only partake if a friend supplied or if you were at a party. There was no point in having your own selection if you didn’t really partake in it that much. You were okay with smoking from a joint or a bong every once in a while, maybe take an edible if you wanted something a little stronger than smoking flower.

After Dabi you’d indulge in the occasional gram of coke and maybe some ecstasy if you felt like you could afford to take two days off from work for the come down. There were still others you hadn’t given a try yet, like shrooms or 2CB or do a candy flip, but you were slowly working up the nerve to give them a try when you were ready. Dabi offered you a Percocet but god, never again because you were too fucked up the one time you tried it.

You didn’t really think in your life you’d be involved romantically with a drug dealer but honestly it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

Oh yeah, try explaining that to Mom…

Dab treats you right for the most part, he’s never yelled at you or ever taken his anger out on you either since dating each other, he just sells narcotics on the college campus and he got you into it too, it’s not a big deal. It helped that Dabi took it easy on you rather than just pushing you to do more than you were comfortable with. The first time you were curious about coke, he made you a little thin line of it and it took you more than an hour to decide you were ready before finally snorting it. After that first one, he let you decide how long and thick you wanted your lines to be. He’d cut it nice and neat for you and point to which one was yours to take. Coke felt good but the drip was disgusting in the back of your throat.

Speaking of disgusting…

“Hey, it should have been long enough so wash that gross stuff out your hair and let’s eat dinner.” you called from the kitchen as you plated the takeout food that arrived not too long ago.

You and Dabi sit at his little dinner table with the television streaming some random drama for background noise. Dinner topics for the evening range from school, homework, family news if there is any, and when to coordinate seeing each other next in between classes and your part time job. Conversations go smoothly and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when Dabi comes up behind you and presses a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling you as you wipe the plates you just ate off of. You feel a sense of dread because every time he does that it means…

“Hey, there’s a house party this Saturday and I gotta work.”

You bite your tongue inside your mouth and exhale through your nose.

He has to work so he’ll be gone for a while, has to disperse his inventory and has to please his regulars as well as find any potential new customers.

If it was just selling, it wouldn’t be an issue.

The real issue is that you know he fucks some of his female customers. No no no, they don’t just get free coke or acid or whatever they’re asking for by spreading their legs for Dabi. He still expects cash as payment, but if he thinks they’re pretty enough then he doesn’t mind getting something extra aside from money after a sale. He’s handsome so why wouldn’t someone want to hop on his lap and go for a ride?

Dabi saves you the trouble by just being upfront about it, swears to you that you’re his favorite and that he only sees the other girls if he’s making a sale, they’re just customers. He goes to them, he goes to their location and fucks them where they meet him. None of his side whores have ever been brought back to his place, not like how he lets you in so easily when you knock on his door. He doesn’t take them out or treat them sweetly like he does with you; it’s just a sale and a fuck. It still doesn’t matter to you though, it still makes you jealous. It makes you clench your jaw in anger and want to just deck him right where his nose piercings are.

You’re his girlfriend but did that title mean anything if he was still going to sleep with other girls?

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

“Fine.”

━━━━✧

If Dabi gets to fuck other girls then surely you have the right to do just the same with boys right?

The thing is though is that you did one time just right before the two of you made your relationship official, you hit up an old fuck buddy of yours while Dabi was out selling at another house party in the middle of the night. He left a measly text saying not to wait up for him and that he’d see you for breakfast. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that he came to your apartment smelling like another girl, just spending just two hours with you before flitting off into the night. Two hours of him on your sofa smelling like someone else, not even offering to shower to get their stench off, and he did his best to placate you before giving up and letting you stew in your own anger.

So you hit up your old fuck buddy and you go to him, you just get straight to the point when you’re let into his dorm and fuck your frustrations out on him. You intended to go straight back to your home but angry fucking took a lot out on you so you just spend the night there instead. “Don’t cuddle me, I’ll be gone in the morning.” you tell him after patting his cheek and pulling the blanket over your body.

It’s a quarter before eight when you’re trudging back to your apartment and you see Dabi leaning against your front door. You’re going to ask how his night was but he abruptly pulls you to him and growls in your ear to, “Get in your fucking apartment… now.”

He knows you went out to get fucked, doesn’t want to know who you went to.

You and him argue for over two hours inside your home, pacing back and forth in the living room. It’s back and forth of ‘it’s just business with those girls’ from him and ‘why shouldn’t I be allowed to do it to you?’ from you. Dabi says it’s just business and they mean nothing to him, claims to you that you hurt him more because you did it out of revenge. He really got you screaming at him after he said that but he didn’t dare back down. He stands firm and so do you, that really gets him angry with you even more.

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

You were jabbing your finger in his chest when he grabs you by the wrist, irritation and exhaustion evident in his turquoise eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me.” he growls at you.

“Get your fucking hands off me Dabi.” you spit back, shaking his hand off your wrist. “Get out.”

“No, we’re not leaving it like this.” he insists. “We’re fucking talk about this.”

You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “No, you want to ‘talk about it’ until I yield to you which is never going to happen! We’re going around in circles! You’re not going to be sorry and I’m not going to be sorry!”

A tense stare off between the two of you for a few seconds.

Next thing you know, you’re pulling off each other’s clothes and you’re forced on your hands and knees in your own bed. The only foreplay you get is a few seconds of rough kissing and Dabi spitting on his fingers to prep you as quickly as he can. When he pushes in, it’s rough and a little uncomfortable but you’re quick to adjust to the punishing pace. He pulls your hair too hard, you backhand him in the face, he spanks you until your ass is red and aching, you dig your nails into his back and scratch achingly slow down his flesh to make sure it really hurts.

Hate fucking with Dabi was a whole new level of intensity for you but you keep up with him until it turns into slow love making.

The biting, angry dirty talk from the beginning turns into whining praises; from ‘you spiteful, fucking bitch’ to ‘my pretty, little angel’.

“Fuck babydoll, you know how good you feel? I think I’ve fucked you so much that your pussy’s shaped to take just my cock. This cunt damn near drained me dry but I still want more. Cum on my cock more, tell me how bad you want it.” Dabi whispers into the skin of your shoulder before licking a trail up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, baby it’s so fucking good, only you know my body like this. I don’t want it from anyone else but you… shit, I’m going to cum again!” you groan as you clamp down on him once more and your pussy strangles his cock for more cum.

You fall asleep after two hours of fucking, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The both of you are all fucked out but your mind is still fixated on the fight. Despite the intimate sex that’s brought you closer together after rounds of hate fucking, it doesn’t change the fact that Dabi still fucks his customers sometimes and you’re still resentful about it.

“If it makes you feel better then fine (Name), you can fuck who you want.” Dabi says to you when the both of you wake up and are pulling your clothes back on your bodies. “But know this, if you want to be in on this then you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve been doing this since before I met you and it’s not going to stop just because we’re together. So go ahead, fuck who you want but as long as you always come back to me. I always come back to you, don’t I sweetheart?”

You’re smoothing your hair down, taking in his words before looking up at him and asking, “We’re together?”

Dabi’s eyes are full of mirth as he approaches you, pulling you close to his body and squeezing one of your asscheeks in his hand. “You’re my favorite, my number one, I like you (Name). The things I do for you, what I’ve done to you, no one else gets that from me.”

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

But funnily enough even though he gave you permission to sleep with whoever you wanted, you didn’t really have the desire to do so. He comes to you smelling like other girls sometimes and that should be your cue to go find your own rando to hump on but you just… don’t.

Part of you wonders if Dabi is happy that you don’t go around like he does despite his blessing. You’re resentful towards yourself sometimes that you don’t go out and have some fun with someone else too. He gave you permission so you should take him up on it, that makes sense given the circumstances. Apparently the only thing that was important to him was that he always be your priority the same way that you were his.

Maybe at the time you just wanted the rush of revenge and now it was different that Dabi took that away from you by giving you permission. Maybe he knew that once he gave you the green light that you weren’t going to bother anymore with seeking anyone else out.

You were certain that he was manipulating you but you didn’t have solid evidence so there wasn’t much you could do. What the hell were you supposed to say to him?

Hey Dabi you tricked me into not sleeping with other people?

Dabi did always give you a heads up at least when he was going out to sell and he always tried to make you happy when he comes back. He offers to order in your favorite food, bring your favorite bottle of alcohol with your favorite juice to chase, eat you out until you’re a quivering mess on his mouth, or nudges half of a tablet of ecstasy in your hand and says that he just wants to put on music and house roll with you.

It still doesn’t change that you get jealous no matter how many sweet things he does for you.

But you like him enough to deal with his shenanigans… just barely.

━━━━✧

“Why don’t you come with me?” Dabi asks you as soon as you’re back from work. You’re tossing your purse onto your sofa and drop your body onto the cushions, your head in his lap and seeking his warmth. His hand goes to your head to start massaging your scalp, his fingers working magic and making you groan in pleasure. “Come with me tomorrow doll.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look at whatever show Dabi was watching while he was waiting for you. “To watch you flourish your business? I don’t think so. I’ll stay behind like I usually do.” you scoff, pressing your cheek against his leg and sighing.

He’s never asked for you to come along before, he doesn’t need the distraction of babysitting you. You wonder what’s caused him to ask you to tag along.

“Come on doll, just come along. Odds are I won’t be coming back the night of the party and Keigo will be there tomorrow, he can keep you company.”

Ah you loved Keigo, he was the only one that Dabi really considered to be a friend to him. Maybe it was because he could keep up with your boyfriend in regards to their drug consumption but you could see that they had a bond beyond just getting high together, more than just pills or powders or tabs that keeps them together. Together they both seemed like laid back individuals but Dabi only seemed laid back due to how apathetic he was whereas Keigo was actually a chill person because that’s how he actually was, it wasn’t just the air about him that made him seem so.

You loved being with Keigo, he always spoiled you silly and made you laugh.

“I don’t know, what exactly will I get out of it?” you shrug your shoulders and huff out quietly.

Suddenly two little baggies come into your view, one filled with white powder and the other with a little pink tablet. “Is this supposed to be a bribe to get me to come along?” you ask, staring at the bags and not bothering to take them from your boyfriend’s fingertips. You won’t lie that it is a little bit tempting, just a little bit.

“Maybe so, you know that my merchandise for you is discounted doll. Nothing but the best for you, my shit is always clean.” Dabi shakes the little baggies as if the contents are going to be more enticing if he does so. There’s definitely a big truth to what he said, the quality to his inventory is nothing less than superb. It’s why his clientele always kept on coming back to him but the absolute best was either for his favorites or it was apart of his own personal stash.

You’re staring hard at the baggies and start debating in your mind. Dabi would still give it to you even if you insisted that you stay home but there was no fun in doing it alone. You had some friends that could help you kill the coke if you asked them over but god forbid they start feening, that’s when they became difficult to deal with. There was no point in you holding onto them either if you weren’t going to do anything with them right away.

Since Keigo was going to be at the party tomorrow and if Dabi was going to give the baggies no matter what…

“Alright, only since Keigo is going to be there. Nothing else.” you give in and pluck the two baggies from Dabi’s hand and sit up on the sofa. “Now how much do I owe you for your merchandise sir?”

Dabi smirks at you as he crawls over you until you’re lying flat on your back, like you’re his prey and he’s the predator. “Just your usual payment madame, if you please.”

[miracle-sham]

Die Like the Butterfly Shoot With Their Guns.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 2, Day 7: Guns} |

Chapter 1 of Sheltered by Darkness not yet Moths to the Flame.

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] | | [Chapter 2] |

———

| Sometimes a family can be a gang comprised of eleven vigilantes, and their AI robot, fighting against the father of one of their own. |

| Or alternatively: after falling through the cracks, they do what they must to survive. And if that means committing crimes in order to bring down the Big Butterfly and all the other corrupt businesses in the city, then so be it. |

———

| Tonight's the night. Half of them will strike one of the Big Butterfly's warehouses that just so happens to contain some fancy new gun tech. Besides, it'll be in better hands with them than the Big Butterfly or his associates. Now all that matters, is that nothing goes wrong! |

| Word Count: 3,322. |

| Warnings/Tags: Cyberpunk/Criminal/Gang Au, Explicit Language/Swearing, Hacking, Breaking and Entering, Theft, Mentions of Bombs and Guns, Mentions of corrupt/shady businesses, Fluff, Gang/Team as family/family dynamics, Found Family. |

———

| A/N: It is Cyberpunk Au time! This is a twoshot, so have a looksy to see if you can find all the snippets of foreshadowing I've set! Also this is mostly Action/Fluff but beware of the warnings regardless. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

———

Rain patters against the concrete, sound mixing with the low hum and high buzz of electricity. The ground is slick with murky puddles that never seem to clean the pavement. Still just as filthy as before, permanently dyed with dried bloodstains, mud stains, electric scorch marks, and far worse. The air is heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke, ozone, and that ever underlying decay that clings to the city.

It's dark—dead of night—but the streets are awash with flickering neon lights. There are a few others haunting the street though most of them are sticking to the areas of light, avoiding the shadows.

Which is where Marinette, also known as the ruthless gang leader Fantôminou, is lurking.

Jason—Red Hood, her co-leader—snarls as he drops down onto the shadowed fire escape beside her. “We've got a rat. Someone's tipped off the big Butterfly and security has been increased around the perimeter. Most likely interior security increased too.”

Fantôminou flexes her glowing clawed gauntlets, “I suppose we should check in with our local pied piper, before we strike, hmm?”

There's a bzzt in her earpiece as the channel is hijacked by the familiar voice of their gang's hacker, Max aka Raijack. “I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, our pied piper has already been contacted. Whoever they were, they didn't reveal which location we were targeting, so it's just a general security increase.”

She hums. “Raijack, link us up with the rest of the strike force.”

“Got it, 'Minou.” He responds, and not a split second later, the earpiece makes another bzzt and there's the faint ping of the rest of the channel being alerted at someone joining.

“Look, I think you could totally pull off the—oh, who just joined the channel?” Adrien, Cheval Mallet, asks in surprise.

“Just me and our anthill tiger.” Red Hood announces, snorting at the glare Fantôminou sends him.

Silence echoes across the line before a scrabble of hushed but excited voices causes a ruckus.

Fantôminou sighs, “I know we're all excited to hit the big Butterfly hard by stealing some of their new fancy gun tech. But let's leave the yelling for when we inevitably set off the alarms!”

“Hey!” Raijack protests. “I'll have you know I have produced a new virus that has a ninety-eight per cent chance of not setting off any alarms!”

Red Hood rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but you've still not worked out how to get your viruses to deactivate the bombs in the crates yet, huh?”

“I will one day, until then it's your job to stop the bombs from triggering the rest of the alarms!” Raijack counters with a huff.

Fantôminou sighs again, this time with an added sprinkling of are-you-kidding-me. “Red Hood, Raijack. I can and will kick your asses if you do not shut up so we can discuss final prep before we begin the pesticide protocol.”

Bumping shoulders with her, Red Hood snorts again. “I've got nothing against being beat up by someone as pretty and buff as you Minou, you know that!”

“Oh, I think we can all agree to wanting to get crushed by Minou's guns.” Cheval Mallet pipes up once more.

Fantôminou sighs very wearily. “Nevermind, are you all ready?”

Red Hood salutes at her, and despite his mouth being covered, it's easily telling that he's grinning cockily underneath. “I'm ready. My guns are ready, and I've got the bomb defusal kit at the ready.”

“I may be holding my horses but I'm saddled to giddy-up on the go!” Cheval Mallet cheerfully announces.

“This has to be one of your worst attempts at horse puns yet.” Raijack comments, “otherwise, I'm in position and ready to hack on your call, Minou.”

Red Hood exchanges a glance with Fantôminou as silence falls over the earpiece channel. “Hold up, where's Arsenal? Shouldn't he have checked in by now?”

Taking his hand gently, Fantôminou gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“He already did but because you two had your issues getting into position and avoiding the unexpected police patrol, Arsenal had to deal with another issue that popped up which would've threatened our plan,” Raijack informs, sounding nonplussed.

“Well, you don't sound concerned.” Fantôminou points out the obvious. “Has he got back up?”

There's the faint tapping of a keyboard through the earpiece channel before Raijack responds, “Chèvrapide is on her way to back him up, don't worry.”

“Then that's everyone accounted for. Let's rock and roll.” Red Hood orders, dropping from the fire escape and landing in the rain-slick alleyway with ease, conveniently right beside the hoverbike they had stashed here.

Fantôminou hops down after him, except she manages to flip and expertly land in the driver's seat. “I'm driving Jay, you're the one with the guns after all,” she all but states, putting one gauntleted hand up and flexing just to hammer in the point, “I'm close range only right now and you know it.”

Red Hood throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey! I'd never complain about getting to watch you drive this beauty of a hoverbike.”

Fantôminou snorts. “Just get on, pretty bird!”

“Well, if you say so, pretty kitty!” Red Hood teases back, vaulting onto the back of the bike behind her. He wraps an arm around her waist and rests the other hand on his sheathed-for-now gun.

She revs the engine of the hoverbike and steers out of the alleyway with practised ease. There's no directions on the hoverbike's holoscreen, but it's not like they need any—the directions to where they need to be outside the warehouse have already been memorised by each and every one of them.”

Down the left street, take the right at the T junction, pass under the flyover street, then take a further two lefts and then straight on until the block of office buildings forming a protective extra layer between the warehouse electric razor wire tipped fencing and the road. Easy.

“All networks in the office buildings have temporarily shut down. As far as the tech will be concerned, it'll look like the networks just decided to not work today.” Raijack announces through the earpiece channel, voice coming through slightly more robotic than usual.

“So no security cams?” Fantôminou checks cautiously, circling like a hawk around the small stretch of street between her and the office building she and Jason will be entering through. The rain has slowed to a drizzle but that doesn't make the circling in it any less mildly uncomfortable, at least inside it'll be dry.

There's the familiar clack of keys once more. “Not quite, they're a little harder to crack than entering in through the backdoor via someone's unprotected webcam in the office. Thank you, Shodan.” Raijack pauses, keys continuing to clack in the background. “Unfortunately, the Big Butterfly's got tech security smart enough to keep the security system on a closed network so I can't hop from webcam to computer to network to cams. However, they didn't account for Markov, suckers!”

Red Hood snorts. “Isn't Markov a little obvious for this kinda mission?”

“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” Raijack says, in a voice that very clearly conveys he didn't forget so much as purposefully neglected to mention, “I recently upgraded Markov, outfitting him with the currently most highly advanced cloaking system. Thanks to some help from Fantôminou's knowledge of cloaking and camouflage fashion.”

Red Hood leans his head onto Fantôminou's shoulder. “I'm hurt, you knew and didn't tell me? I want cloaking guns! Think of how much cooler I'd look with them!”

Fantôminou merely hums in an unamused response. “Raijack wanted it to be a surprise.”

He huffs. “I see who your favourite person in our gang is then!”

“You're right! It's me!” Cheval Mallet cheers, jumping into the conversation.

“Fucking 'ell!” Red Hood curses under his breath. “I thought you were gonna mute whilst getting in position.”

Cheval Mallet's laugh cuts in and out across the earpiece channel. “And when did I hay that!”

“Hacker voice, I'm in!” Raijack interrupts. “Looks like the security system was perfectly untouched by whatever minor error caused the main networks to crash, how lucky. Which is to say, looping is in process, and we now have free entry.”

“Got us a place to park yet, though?” Red Hood asks.

Raijack doesn't immediately respond, but the sound of the garage door connected to the office building opening, is answer enough. “I might.”

Fantôminou snorts. “Thanks, Raijack. Hood and I need to split here right, just until we get past the fencing right?”

“That's right.” Raijack responds, “good luck, and Markov and I will see you all on the other side.”

“Break a leg, or three!” Red Hood calls over the earpiece. “Preferably some else's though!”

Fantôminou pulls the hoverbike into the garage, keeping her gaze ahead. “If I could elbow you without fucking up my parking, I would.”

Red Hood cackles quietly in response, trying to at least keep to the stealth part of the mission plan.

In the blink of an eye, the hoverbike is securely parked. Perfectly hidden in plain sight but easily accessible for a quick and clean getaway should nothing go wrong. And well, if something were to go wrong, there's not going to be any hoverbike left for evidence. Though, that's not to say a small part of Fantôminou's brain doesn't anxiously hate how they're practically sitting on top of bombs ready to blow up at the slightest hint of things going wrong. However, they've been through enough strikes like this for the concern to be mostly easily ignored.

———

With the hoverbike parked, Fantôminou and Red Hood part ways.

Fantôminou heads up through the internal stairwell connected to the garage, whilst Red Hood takes one of the external doors leading to the office building next door.

The stairwell is like any other maintenance stairwell. Grey concrete walls, metal railings and steps. Even Fantôminou's light footsteps clang loudly against the ridged metal stairs. It's cold, just as cold as the garage was and barely warmer than it is outside in the rain. The air is stuffy but at least the respirator hidden beneath the bandana wrapped around her mouth makes it bearable to breathe. Other than the aforementioned clanging of steps, and her breathing, Fantôminou is alone with the ominous silence of a liminal space.

The stairs stretch on upwards for what seems far longer than it should, but eventually, Fantôminou reaches the final steps to the roof entrance door.

The door is unlocked, and so Fantôminou opens it as quietly as possible. She walks out into the rain once more and scrunches up her nose. A quick glance of the roof yields no immediate signs of danger or anything of note, so she continues to the edge of the roof.

Fantôminou rests one foot on the lip of the roof and flexes her gauntlets, lights switching off for stealth. Carefully, she turns around and crouches on the lip, gauntlets gripping the edge and toes of her boots braced against the wall. Bit by bit she descends, gauntlets making it more than easy to stay attached to the wall.

Two-thirds of the way down, Fantôminou climbs onto a window sill. The fence is only a metre below, with a further four-metre drop. No security drones in sight, yet—but no alarms have been triggered yet either.

A shadow drops down the building and over the fence on the other side of the compound. Not a second later is the double buzz of the earpiece signalling that someone is in position.

Fantôminou smirks beneath her face coverings, not one to be so quickly outdone she leaps forwards in a dive—spinning midair as she begins to plummet. Clearing the razor wire fence with room to spare.

She hits the ground in another diving roll, and immediately uses the momentum to throw herself up and run towards the nearest warehouse building. As soon as she reaches the wall, she double-taps her earpiece to send the double buzz signal to others.

A moment later comes the third double buzz, soon followed by the fourth and final signal.

“Markov is covering our air support.” Raijack's voice clips across the earpiece channel, “Fantôminou, you and Red Hood are on opposite ends of the same warehouse. I've unlocked the doors for you. You know the drill.”

“Thank you, Raijack. Entering now.” Fantôminou responds, she slinks over to the warehouse doors and cautiously pries open the now unlocked door.

Fantôminou heads straight for the terminal, and knows Red Hood is doing the same. Slipping Raijack's new and improved virus into one of the terminal's ports. Seconds pass.

“Interface secured,” Raijack informs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Red Hood prowling over to her. She nods to him and taps into the terminal with her gauntlet.

Red Hood readies his bomb defusal kit as she instructs the internal warehouse drones into delivering the goods to them.

The drone, blinking yellow—a sure sign of Raijack's virus in effect—hovers over and drops a large black cased crate before them.

As soon as the claws of the drone release the crate, Red Hood is immediately on it, pulling it open and weeding out the bomb.

They wait with bated breath. Red Hood tinkers away. The earpiece channel is silent as the team focuses.

He hisses through his teeth, and Fantôminou tenses—ready to grab him and run, in the worst case—but he only packs the kit back away and sighs in relief.

He taps the earpiece thrice—signalling success.

Raijack and Cheval Mallet don't respond, so Fantôminou and Red Hood stuff their haul into Fantôminou's Miraculous, for ease of transport, and begin making their way towards the warehouse the other two were hitting.

By the time they reach the nearest warehouse doors, the earpiece triple buzzes. Success, again.

They pause only to exchange a nod between the two before continuing to meet up with Cheval Mallet and Raijack—no rendezvous needed this time so far.

It takes forty seconds to cross halfway to the other warehouse, where they meet the other two along with Markov in the middle.

Cheval Mallet waves a hand and the five of them skulk over to a small shed off the side of another warehouse. He raises his horseshoe weapon and calls out, “Bon Voyage!”

The portal forms and Markov flies through first. The remaining four exchange glances then bolt forwards, racing to see who can get through first.

The blue light blinds them all for a second, despite how used to the power they are.

“Mission success!” Fantôminou cheers breathlessly once the blue fades, throwing her hands up in celebration.

“WOOH!” Cheval Mallet yells, jumping up and punching the air.

Red Hood snorts, “but more importantly I so won!”

Raijack hums, “let's see what Markov has to say about that.”

Markov makes a series of boops and beeps, yellow LEDs flickering. “Red Hood is correct, he won the portal race.”

“YES!” Red Hood crows.

“Oh come on!” Raijack grumbles.

Footsteps and clapping approaches. “Well done,” Félix praises, “but perhaps leave the celebration until after you've all gotten into jammies.”

Cheval Mallet giggles, “Flicks, I can't believe you can somehow still sound pretentious whilst saying something as childish sounding as "jammies"!”

Félix raises an eyebrow, “you say this every time I call pyjamas that. Now come on, I've ordered pizza and Roy, Alix, Luka, Artemis, Kori, and Bizarro are already waiting for you lot, in the lounge, so we can get the party started.” He turns on his heel and walks out of the utility-changing room.

Markov, as the only one not needing to change, shows the tongue-sticking-out emoji on his LED screen and zooms after Félix.

Jason, Marinette, Adrien, and Max all start changing out of their gear as quickly as possible.

“Oh no!” Adrien gasps, half undressed, suddenly remembering something. “We forgot to take the motorbikes back!”

Marinette groans, “I knew I was forgetting something!"

Facepalming, Jason sighs. “We were all too caught up in everything going well for once.”

Max snorts. “Oh don't worry! I anticipated this, all it took was a little hacking into our hoverbikes and now they're on autopilot to one of our empty storage bases.”

“Oh. Well, that's good then.” Adrien says, looking a little embarrassed.

“Yeah… anyway come on, we don't want to keep your cousin and the others waiting any longer! They'll eat all the pizza!” Marinette exclaims.

They all finish changing into loungewear and pyjamas just as music starts to play from the lounge and so frantically, they all dash towards it, trying to shove each other out of the way and laughing playfully as they do so.

They've won a battle, they've successfully gotten in and out with a good haul of gun tech. No alarms tripped, nothing went wrong. Hoverbikes undamaged and on the route home. For once, everything went smoothly. And that, is cause for an evening of celebration.

Leaving the worries of the rat for tomorrow.

———

In a dark observatory with a closed butterfly window, a folder is tossed across a desk.

Papillon glances down at the folder with indifference. He rests his elbows on the expensive polished wood and steeples his fingers. “You said you had acquired information that you believe will interest me?”

The man in a black suit sitting opposite Papillon, smiles patiently. “My informant went through quite the lengths to acquire this. Why not take a look inside.”

Papillon purses his lips, “this better not be a waste of my precious time, Lex.”

Lex Luthor raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I assure you, Gabriel, you will find what is inside most interesting.”

There's a moment's pause as Gabriel waits. Nothing happens. He nods and then opens the folder. He spreads the papers inside in arc across the desk. In the middle of the papers, is the photo of a smiling teenage girl with bright blue eyes, and blue-dyed hair. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” He reads out, lips curling into a contemplative frown.

“Poor little girl,” Lex croons mockingly, “missing—presumed dead—after her parents' bakery was destroyed in an Akuma attack. Her name should be familiar to you though, won your one-day derby hat competition at her school.”

Gabriel's fingers still mid-steeple, and he moves one hand up to his chin in thought. “Ah yes, I remember that designer. The one with the feather derby whose design was stolen and copied. That signature embroidery was impressive work.” He recounts.

Lex grins, “yes, however most distressingly, it would seem this up and coming star of a designer has lost her glow.”

“How so?” Gabriel responds, furrowing his brows.

“Well you see, my informant has found… evidence, that our poor little designer here fell through the cracks into the shadows after the loss of her parents and bakery. It's rather obvious that the larvae have taken her as their own, some of their masks and clothes fit perfectly with what we know of her unique incorporation of her signature, as well as stitch work.” Lex explains, waving a hand towards the rest of the photographs and documents spread from the folder.

Gabriel frowns and eyes a few of the other papers with interest. “I see, that is most unfortunate.”

“But.” Lex cuts in before Gabriel can say anything more. “I'm well aware you're plenty familiar with fixing larvae with damaged wings and frayed wires. As such, a strange little cold case brimming with potential for your program, would do quite nicely for your collection, wouldn't you say?” Lex insinuates, rising from his seat as he continues, “rescue the poor larvae, craft it a chrysalis, and nurture the Pupa into something radiant. Not unlike what you did with the Macrothylacia Rubi, and your replacement wife.” With that, Lex smiles smugly down at Gabriel and then strides out of the observatory, not giving Gabriel a chance to respond.

And leaving Papillon to the folder and his musings.

———

| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

| Behind the Names: Fantôminou is a portmanteau of Fantôme (Ghost/Phantom) and Minou (Kitty). And she's called that because I thought the Black Footed cat fit her, and they're nicknamed Anthill Tigers. They also have the highest successful hunting rate! |

| Raijack is a portmanteau of Raiju (lightning dragon) and jack plug (the connect-y bit on headphones into a phone for example) but is also a play on the word Hijack. |

| Cheval Mallet is an evil horse spirit that offers rides to weary travellers and kidnaps them. Yes, there is a reason behind this. It's covered in Chap 2 |

| Chèvrapide is a portmanteau of Chèvre (Goat) and Rapide (Fast). |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I’ll be more than happy to answer! |

| @jasonette-july-event |

[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

[baejax-the-great]

5 Favorites

Thank you for the tags @pedlimwen and @noire-pandora!

I’ll tag forward @luzial @midnightprelude @juliafied @swaps55 @asaara-writes

If there are rules to this, I’m ignoring them in favor of posting 5 favorite sections from relatively recently posted writing. If you are thinking, “I haven’t written 5 different works!” 1. Congratulations on your commendable focus to your WIPs, please lend me some of it and 2. I’m pretty sure you can pick 5 sections from the same work.

1. From Serenity (Fenris x Hawke):

“I heard the funniest joke today,” she announced, feet barely over his threshold. “I was in the Lowtown markets, by that stall that sells those Antivan pancakes. As an aside, are the Antivans known for pancakes? It hardly seems like a cultural tradition. Fish stew, those little grape leaf things, olives—those are Antivan. Do you think the owner of that stall never learned to cook anything else back home and just decided to make the most of it when he got here? Ferdo, I think his name is. Have you ever bought one of his pancakes?”

Hawke’s words too quickly became background noise to his work, but when he finally parsed the question, Varric grunted an affirmative. Hot food was hot food, and Varric liked the weird, spicy sauce Ferdo put on it. Maybe she was right, though, and it was only there to mask the incompetence. Fuck if he knew. It never made him sick and it was exactly what it claimed to be. Good enough.

She took a date from his bowl, plucking out the seed before popping it into her mouth. “Maybe I should try one, then,” she mused, “May I have some?”

She didn’t wait for his next grunt, uncorking the bottle that was holding down his earnings reports and pouring herself a glass of wine. Varric flipped through his letters, he was certain he’d just had the one from the beet farm talking about the season’s yields. By the sound of it, Hawke had flopped into the chair across from him.

“So I was by that stall, and Gordon was there, you know, that idiot sailor who got himself punched silly last week when he tried to cheat Bran’s crew with some phony whisky. Still has some teeth left after that, and I guess he’s dead set on losing all of them.”

Varric found the letter and copied the numbers while Hawke told him about Gordon’s myriad problems. As long as Varric wasn’t expected to help her fix any of them, that was all fine. He was full up on friends with poor decision-making skills and poorer coin purses. The last pirate he befriended disappointed him bitterly, and he wasn’t ready to forgive them as a lot. He signed his last document with a flourish and realized Hawke had been silent for at least thirty seconds. He tried to remember what she’d last said to him. “Wait, what? Was any of that a joke?”

2. From The Depth of Fear (Bethany x Alistair):

“Why?” she sneered, stabbing at her dinner, “It’s not your fault Loghain threw the battle at Ostagar and left my home to rot. Or that two Wardens weren’t enough to save the entire South.”

Alistair flinched, though he couldn’t say why. It really hadn’t been their fault, as far as he could see. A bit late on the beacon, sure, but that didn’t matter when the rest of the army had already fled the field. And he had killed Loghain for that, among other things, so justice was served, he supposed. Not that justice brought anyone back who was lost. Somehow, watching her attack her meal with the sort of gusto he’d seen her apply to melting an ogre, he still felt a pang of guilt. “We could have been faster at finding the Archdemon I guess.”

She held a forkful of potatoes aloft while parsing his words, her expression softening into recognition.  “Maker, you’re him? That Alistair. The other Warden. With the Hero.”

Alistair nodded, poking at his beans. “That’s my preferred title, you know. That Alistair, the Other Warden. Snappy. Gets the point across.”

3. From First Contact (Garrus x Shepard):

“Shepard, I’ve always wanted to ask…”

She took a deep breath and smiled. It was only a matter of time. “You can touch it.”

“Oh, uh…”

“My hair, right? Aliens always want to touch human hair.” Tali had asked weeks ago. Liara had asked back on the SR-1. Wrex had simply gone for it one day with a terrified crewmate who asked to be transferred later. But Garrus had shown remarkable self-control that led to Shepard wondering if he had secretly asked Kaidan back in the day. Kaidan’s hair might have been better, honestly. He had more of it than Shepard did. Still, the thought almost stung.  

“Yeah, in C-SEC we actually had to make a public service campaign to stop people from touching humans. The Drell got it in their heads that touching human hair was good luck. We had posters around reminding them it was technically assault.”

Shepard laughed, trying to imagine what that poster must have looked like. Various aliens grabbing at terrified and offended humans, probably. Touching humans: Not even once. “That is what you were going to ask, though, right?”

His mandibles flexed out and back in. “Well… yeah…”

“You can cop a feel, Vakarian.” She raised an eyebrow. “But only if I can touch yours.”

4. All of TEOS, but sure I’ll pick these lines today:

Zevran put a hand on his back.

“What a terrible burden to realize you are attracted to your wife.”

Alistair shot him a dark look. It was a burden. And a mistake. It was all a lot easier when he thought she’d be some scary warmongering shrew.

“You’re allowed to love her, Alistair. There aren’t any rules against it.”

“I wouldn’t even know how,” he muttered, pushing himself away from the window.

5. And I guess this from Red (Fenris x Hawke):

It was easy to convince himself to keep drinking against the red glow of his fingers. He never thought he could feel a deeper loathing for his own skin, a deeper sense of betrayal or fear or disgust. He’d long come to find a gentle neutrality toward the markings. They made him a weapon, but he was master to himself. They’d sent him on a path, and somewhere along the way he had controlled the destination. And it had been good, so good. To once again lose everything—his past and now his future— to pretty marks etched artistically into his flesh… he could almost hear Danarius laughing.

So he turned his gaze to Hawke. An hour ago he had steeled himself to never see her again. If he’d gotten on his horse faster, urged her into a canter, he would have done it. Left her behind and faced his fate. But she—she always saw a path where he didn’t. She offered him a future, and he wanted it so badly.  Lasts be damned, he kissed her. Hard. Red hand on the bottle and white hand in her hair. He should have known that she’d find hope in this, their most hopeless situation yet. She tasted of hope; she exhaled it in every breath. He kissed her like it was the first time and they had all the time in the world to get it right. And then he kissed her again because he could, right now he still could, and right now was everything.

Hawke pulled away first, and he dropped his head against her shoulder.

“Next time we have a problem, we sort it out together,” she said, “I don’t join the Inquisition, and you don’t ride off to die alone when you get a spot of rash.”  

“I promise,” he drawled into her neck.

[writingblock101]

Black Hawk Down (Dick Grayson x Reader)

I thought of the title before I thought of your superhero name and I think the pun would make Dick Grayson proud. 

Summary: “Please do a Dick Grayson imagine where the reader is also a superhero and gets seriously injured by Deathstroke.”

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: Violence, injury, gore (blood and such) 

Tags: @eternaleviee​ @idkmanicantenglish​

You dodge the onslaught of bullets, flipping a table to use as cover then brace your feet on the table, and kick forward as hard as you can, sending the table flying into the bodyguard. He grunts, slamming into the wall, pinned by the table while you unsheath a throwing knife and throw with damn near perfect precision into another bodyguard’s hand, holding a gun. 

The man drops the gun with a scream, giving you the opportunity to charge him and drop your elbow on his collarbone, shattering it. You grab the table Eddie “Slug” Gange is hiding behind and chuck it away, but he greets you with a gun, shooting you in the shoulder. Thanks to your armor, the bullet doesn’t break skin, but it’ll leave one hell of a bruise. 

You growl to yourself and roundhouse the gun out of Gange’s hand then punch him in the face, sending him to the ground. He scrambles to an upright sitting position, using his feet to push him backward while nursing a broken nose. 

“Stay the fuck away from me!” He growls. “Do you know who you’re messing with?!” 

You roll your eyes and seize the front of his shirt, dragging him to his feet. 

“Yeah, you’re Eddie Gange, one of the biggest drug dealers in Bludhaven.” 

Across Bludhaven, Nightwing is taking down the distribution warehouse while you took on the main meth lab where Gange himself overlooked operations once a month. Together, you two were conducting the largest drug bust in Bludhaven ever, an operation which Nightwing fondly refers to as Operation Breaking Bad. 

“The question is,” You tilt your head. “Do you know who you’re messing with?” 

“Ooh, how dark and mysterious of you, Black Hawk,” Nightwing says in your ear. 

You roll your eyes behind the mask, unsurprised by his comment. 

“I’ve got men deeper in this city than you can even fathom,” Gange hisses. “They’ll come after you if anything happens to me.” 

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve gotten that threat,” You punch Gange in the face, sending him to the floor then drag him to his feet again. “Just be glad I’m not Red Hood because he isn’t as kind to drug dealers as I am.” 

Before Gange can open his mouth to remark, a bullet shoots through your shoulder and into Gange’s shoulder. You drop Gange in surprise and pain, leaving him screaming on the floor, while you hold your now bleeding shoulder and look behind you for the sniper. Another shot fires through the warehouse, just above your head. A warning shot. 

“Shit!” You curse, shoving Gange behind a table then positioning yourself over him. 

You pull Gange to an upright sitting position against the wall, your body between him in the table, acting as another shield to him then you pull gauze out of your utility belt and begin packing Gange’s shoulder. 

“Ah!” He moans in pain. “What the hell?! I thought you said you didn’t bring Red Hood!” 

“I didn’t,” You growl, holding more pressure on Gange’s shoulder. 

Besides, shooting through an ally isn’t Jason’s style. This is someone else, someone with armor-piercing bullets and one hell of a shot. There are only two people who fit that description, and neither of them are good. 

“What’s going on?” Nightwing asks in your ear, the sound of fighting barely audible in the background. 

“When’s the last time we heard from Floyd?” You ask Nightwing, finishing your wrappings on Gange’s shoulder. 

Another shot fires through the table, this time through your opposite shoulder and into Gange’s opposite shoulder. 

“Ah, fuck!” You cry in pain, your hand going to your other shoulder. 

“Is Floyd there?!” 

Before you can answer Nightwing, the table is ripped away. You turn in your low crouch to face the shooter, still shielding Gange, knives in both hands. 

“No,” You say flatly, staring up at the shooter. “It’s someone worse.” 

“Black Hawk,” Deathstroke greets calmly. “I see you’ve found my contract.” 

“Deathstroke,” You straighten, standing protectively between the mercenary and Gange. 

“Did you just say Deathstroke?!” 

“I’m not here to kill you, kid. Get out of the way, and we’ll avoid any unnecessary bloodshed.” 

“Not going to happen,” You growl, tightening your grip on your knives. 

“Black Hawk, be careful,” Nightwing insists. 

You throw your first knife into Slade’s shoulder and the second into his knee then dive forward, roundhousing the knife further into his knee. Deathstroke falters for a moment, his knee giving out, but he yanks the knife out of his knee and swipes at you, slicing across your leg. You roll back in front of Gange, knives in both of your hands again, but Deathstroke simply straightens and pulls the knife from his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. 

“As much as I would enjoy dragging this out,” Deathstroke pulls a gun from his thigh holster. “I’m a busy man.” 

His finger pulls the trigger as your knife leaves your hand. As the bullet tears through your chest and exits your body only to bury itself into Gange’s heart, your knife rips through the thick skin of Deathstroke’s neck. He curses, hand covering the blood leaking from his neck while you collapse onto your knee, holding your chest. 

“Was that a gunshot?! Black Hawk, are you hit?” 

Shit. You whip around to see blood leaking from Gange’s chest. Fuck, no! You crawl on your knees to him, ignoring the deep burn in your chest from the multiple bullet holes. Gange twitches as blood leaks from his heart, coughing wetly. You kneel on the wound while preparing gauze to stop the blood flow, Gange weakly protesting underneath you. 

“Call EMT,” You tell Nightwing through gritted teeth then shut off your comm. 

While Nightwing has every right to be concerned, you know Deathstroke isn’t here to kill you, so the last thing you need is Nightwing in your ear. 

You remove your knee and start packing the wound, your shoulders burning and your chest aching, but you ignore the burn, focusing on the task at hand. Deathstroke sighs behind you. 

“You really don’t stop, do you, kid?” 

You ignore him, continuing to pack the wound, your collection of gauze running low. 

“That’s pointless and you know it,” He crosses his arms. “You don’t have enough gauze to pack a chest wound.” 

He’s right. But you ignore the logical side of you that knows packing a chest wound is next to impossible given the large size of the thoracic cavity and continue making an effort. Maybe you can stop the blood flow enough for someone to get here. 

You vaguely hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed, but before you can react, there’s something sharp cutting deeply across your ribs. Gasping in pain, your hand quickly covers the large wound, pain shooting through your body. 

Warm blood trickles down your side and every breath burns. You cough wetly, fire stroking up your ribs as you try to breathe. With every small movement in your chest, another shot of pain stabs your lunges and your ribs. You shutter as a large spout of blood gushes for a moment, causing you to fall forward, your arm barely catching you from face planting. There’s a hand on your shoulder, carefully easing you to the ground. 

“Breathe, kid,” Deathstroke gruffly tells you. 

You want to scream that you can’t breathe as everything in your chest tightens, but you only let out a pained groan. Your chest pulses with pain, your blood staining the ground around you. You feel your hair and the back of your neck becoming wet, soaked with blood. You hear another gunshot, probably Deathstroke killing Gange. You try to open your mouth to protest, but it comes out as a wet cough, more blood oozing from your side and your shoulders. As another shot of pain spikes through your chest, you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips. 

“I told you to stay out of my way,” Deathstroke growls, lifting your wrist and hitting the distress signal on your gauntlet then he disappears. 

Your head swims as another wave of pain wracks through your body. Slowly, you raise a shaking hand and click your comm back on. At the sound of your comm coming back online, you hear Nightwing let out a sigh of relief. 

“I hate when you do that,” He grumbles. 

You chuckle weakly, but it turns into a wet cough, tightening and pulling everything in your chest. A sob wracks your body, tightening everything again. You wheeze, trying to pull a full breath in, but your ribs protest at the movement. 

“Black Hawk, breath. Okay? I need you to breathe, I’m on my way, I got your distress signal,” Nightwing orders. 

“W-wing,” You manage to say. “Gange is-is dead.” 

“It’s okay, just keep breathing okay. Keep your eyes open.” 

You whimper again as another wave of pain rolls through you, dark spots spotting the ceiling. Dark spots? Where did those come from? Is there something in your mask? You try lifting your hand to brush away whatever is in your mask, but pain shoots down your arm, making you cry out. 

The dark spots get larger and everything feels fuzzy. Distantly you hear a loud roar. A lion? No… Why would a lion be in Bludhaven? That roar is familiar. A black and blue face appears above you. 

No, not blue. That’s a mask. Nightwing. He tries to say something but it sounds like he’s underwater. You feel something heavy on your chest, then something tight binding it. There’s a loud ringing in your ears and it feels as if your head is filled with cotton. 

Blue and red flash outside. An explosion? Nightwing looks over his shoulder toward the light then grimaces. He says something else to you, something about… Breathing? Who knows. There’s something behind your legs then you’re in the air. Pain shoots through your chest, but you’re leaning against something warm. No, someone. Black and blue-- ah, Nightwing. 

Your vision blurs then another wave of pain wrecks your chest and everything goes dark. 

. . . 

You open your eyes to the smell of breakfast. Your head still feels fuzzy, but you’re coherent enough to know you’re in Dick’s apartment. You try to sit up, but your chest, now wrapped in gauze, protests, causing you to let out a groan. 

Dick, who was listening for you, rushes into the room, his face flooding with relief. 

“Thank God, you’re awake,” He helps you sit upright, resetting your pillows so you can lay back then hugs you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Ho-ow long have I been o-ut?” Your voice cracks. 

Dick reaches for the glass of water sitting on your nightstand. You gratefully down half the glass, Dick carding his fingers through your hair. 

“How long have I been out?” You ask again, your voice much less hoarse. 

“About forty-eight hours. You lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion.” 

You spot a bandaid in the crook of Dick’s elbow. 

“Aw, did you give me blood?” 

“Of course,” Dick grins, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. “Overcame my fear of needles and everything.” 

“How brave,” You chuckle, but it pulls at your ribs, making you wince instead. 

Dick frowns, looking around for something he might be able to give you, but you put a hand on his thigh. 

“I’m okay. Thank you. You didn’t do all this yourself, did you?” You ask, gesturing to the bandages. 

“No, definitely not. I’m good, but I’m not that good. Dr. Leslie came by, speaking of which, I’ll have to call her soon and let her know you’re awake. How are you feeling?” 

You shrug. 

“I’ve felt better before,” You admit. “Did they shut down the rest of Gange’s operations?” 

“Yep,” Dick nods. “And arrested a handful of his dealers. Bludhaven PD is looking for Deathstroke, but they’re not going to find him,” His expression goes dark. 

You sigh, feeling the same guilt that Dick does. It was an oversight, really. You two should’ve checked if there were any contracts out for Gange. Given how successful he was in Bludhaven, there was sure to be someone who did not appreciate his success. 

“Deathstroke is the one who hit the distress signal,” You tell Dick. 

His eyebrows go up for a moment but he just sighs and shakes his head. 

“I will never understand him. He’ll shoot through you to kill someone, cut your side open, but will make sure you can get help.” 

“Slade Wilson is a confusing person,” You agree. 

“Yeah,” Dick says quietly, then looks over at you, smiling softly. 

He rests a hand on your cheek then kisses you gently, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, you really scared me,” He admits. 

You place your hand on top of his and kiss him again. 

“I know, but I’m okay.” 

“I love you,” He says quietly. 

“I love you too,” You say back with a grin. 

Dick sits back, running his fingers through your hair again. 

“Are you hungry? I made breakfast.” 

“Yeah, eating something is probably a good idea.” 

“Do you want to eat in here, or in the kitchen?” 

“Honestly, I don’t want to be in bed, but logically I know that’s a bad idea.” 

Dick chuckles. 

“Probably not. We’ll have breakfast in bed.” 

He kisses the top of your head then goes into the kitchen to make two plates. When he returns, you turn on the TV and pick a light-hearted show while you two sit in bed and eat eggs and bacon. 

Once you finish eating and the plates are discarded to the side, you curl up against Dick, your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders holding you close. He knows he needs to call Dr. Leslie, but you’re alive, in his arms, and he just wants to hold onto that peace a little longer. He kisses the top of your head and tightens his arm around you, releasing any lingering fear and tension in his shoulders. 

You’re the Black Hawk. It’s going to take a lot more than Deathstroke’s sword to kill you, especially if Dick has anything to do with it. 

Y’all really like Dick Grayson cause the next few requests are about him (Don’t worry, I’ll still be hitting Jason ones and the other bat brothers). Anyways, a disclaimer-- I’ve never watched Titans. I want to, but I can’t find it anywhere so y’all get a mixture of characters based off the comics, Teen Titans, Young Justice, and my own thoughts-- for example, Deathstroke. 

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Under His Wing pt 2

Sunmary. Hawks takes in a teenage runaway

Hawks got you to his home around 11:15 at night and all he wanted to do was sleep, next time.. listen to the damn sidekick.. He unlocked the door and you rushed in past him heading straight to the restroom slamming the door. He rolled his heavy eyes closing the door and slumping to his kitchen taking out a big bowl and some ingredients.

The shower.Was.Amazing. After running around every night getting dirty and covered in blood it felt so good to just sit in the shower and watch it wash away. You laid your head against the shower wall inhaling deep. Never thought you would be taken in by a Pro Hero. Not to mention Bird Man of all Pros. You exhaled slowly and stood up to wash up , christ it felt good to wash your hair.

After you got out all you could smell was ramen, instantly you rushed out down the hall to see the bowl of chicken ramen with little candies next to it and Hawks waving. You sat down at the table looking at the food then him a few times.

“Its just ramen, and tomorrow im going to show you how to use your quirk, “ he yawned rubbing his head. “do you know how to call your feathers back?” He asked pointing to your back , you looked over your shoulder to see you were missing some.

“No.” You said between bites.

Hawks went to the nearest window and turned to look at you. “Think of them coming back and something you enjoy, ill show you more tomorrow.” Hawks made his way to the hall pointing to a door as he passed. “Guest room”

“Okay grandpa.” You snickered as you watched this Pro Hero try not to fall asleep with every step.

“Haha, good night little crow” He closed the door behind him finally going to bed.

“Pfft..” you looked down at the ramen, it was nearly gone . Think of something you.. enjoy huh? What do you enjoy ? Ramen, for one, you ate the last bits of it and got up dumping the bowl in the sink. A bed.. was one. You thought on it as you made your way down the hall stopping at Hawks door. Someone who .. cared? Was that something?

All your feathers flew through the window returning to you and you scoffed at them shaking your head, that cant be it, its the bed and ramen. Yup.

Once you got into the bed you crashed instantly , it was soft and warm. And better than the dirty floor you were used to.

••

In the morning Hawks woke up around 8 feeling so much better and well rested, his wings stretched along with him shaking from the middle all the way to the tips. “Mmmm……. what to do today.” He got up opening his door walking out going to the restroom to shower.

You woke up maybe 8:30 with a grumpy look on your face, you were sleepy and groggy. Slowly you pushed yourself up to poke around in the closet for clothes finding some tacky shirts and sweatpants, you grabbed them going to the restroom opening the door, your wings were shaking but you ignored it and opened the curtain to see Hawks.

“....”

“.....”

“AAAAH!!!!!” You covered your eyes and all your feathers fell out

“I FORGOT YOU WERE HERE!!!! “ Hawks said covering himself

“DAMMIT AAAUGHHH” you cried

“GET OUT GET OUT!!!!!”

“AAAUGHH!!!!” You stumbled over your feathers slamming the door behind you running to the couch panting. “FUCK!!!!!” You fell to your side whining and kicking your feet.

Hawks leaned into the wall rubbing his face. “Fucking hell, thats right, im housing a runaway.. i should have Tokoyami look up her description some time today…”

After Hawks had gotten washed up and sprinted to his room to get dressed he went back to the restroom to gather up your feathers and go to you to see you curled up on the couch arms folded and pouting.

“I might have.. forgot you were-“

“OBVIOUSLY!!!!” You sat up crossing your arms again. “Some Pro you are .”

Hawks let that one go and held his hands out. “These are yours, let me show you how to make a sword”

“A..sword?” You got up taking them back, they flew behind you except for one.

“Yes, you can do more than just fly” he brought a feather to his front and it instantly got sleek and sharp in his grasp.

“Holy fuck” you watched closely , eyes wide.

“So what i do is .. i usually focus my emotions on the feather, i put my strength into it , my will to win, to help”

“So..” you looked down at the feather in your palm thinking, you didn't want to help anyone ,just yourself. You wanted to survive- “OW!!” You dropped the feather sword and Hawks grabbed your wrist looking at the blood rushing out..

“Dont panic, it happens to me sometimes.”

“Fix it..”

He looked up at you to see your face wet and your hair sticking to your cheeks. “I don't like blood old man..”

“Okay okay.” He brought you to the kitchen grabbing the first aid from the cabinet, giving you a cloth for the time being.

It hurt, and the cloth stung, you could feel the blood pooling under it squishing around trying to escape. Your wrist was shaking and Hawks was rushing to get everything out if the kit, he dumped it over and took the bloody cloth away putting it in the sink and pulled you over to it turning on the water.

“Oowe!!!”

“I know it hurt.”

“IT FUCKIN DOES”

He looked at you and your wings shook, his eyes were very serious and not tired. “Calm down . So i can fix this properly.”

“..ok..” you took in a deep breath.

Hawks washed your palm up and dried it once the bleeding stopped, he wrapped it up three times tying it in a bow. “There.” He said letting go of your hand.“That was my fault, I should have warned you. Im sorry y/n”

“Whatever.. what else can i do..” you asked looming at the bow and making grabbing motions with your hand even though it hurt.

“Well…” he pointed to the mess he made and a few feathers cleaned it up, he then pointed to the cabinet and the feathers brought the kit to it closing the cabinet. “That”

You were wide eyed and all Hawks did was chuckle.

•

Hawks spent some time showing you how to use your quirk for something other than stealing , it turns out it was really useful in other ways. The feather sword was still on the floor and Hawks didn't try to make you pick it up again, when you were ready to pick it up you could. You learned a few things about Hawks too, the Hero Commission , his training. It was rare to find a quirk like his. He had asked you about your parents but you refused to talk about them or your childhood. He dropped the subject right there and told you how relieved he was that you agreed to come with him. “I feel like a babysitter who has no idea what to do but im happy your here, jail is no place for you”

You rolled your eyes going over to the window pointing at the curtain, your feather moved it and you jumped slightly, amazed.

“Ah good job, you catch on fast.” He said walking over to you. “Do i have to give you a curfew?” He teased down at you.

“Oh barf.” You opened the window stepping onto it and Hawks reached over grabbing your wrist.

“Come home whenever, just please stay out of trouble.”

Your heart did a back flip. “.. home?”

“Huh?” He tilted his head.

“Nothing old man!” You shook him off jumping out the window flying off, wiping your eyes.

Hawks sighed heavily as he we t to the couch to relax, the weight on his mind and body being taken over by the relaxation in his muscles. He pulled his phone out dialing his friend.

“Tokoyamii…”

“Are you calling to tell me you regret staying out.”

“Well actually….”

One long explanation later

“.. really? And she went with you?”

“Yep, can you run a background check, and make sure no one tries to arrest her..”

“Fine.”

“Thank you Yami.”

“... shes a actual runaway?”

“Said so herself.”

“Interesting..” he hung up and Hawks leaned back into the couch rubbing his face. Meanwhile you were sitting on a roof looking at the bow on your bandage.

••

@redflannel

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 246: Plot Whiplash

Previously on BnHA: Hawks handed Endeavor a copy of Re-Destro’s NYT bestseller and was all “ಠ_ಠ READ THIS!!” He then flew off back to the PLF and was all “hey guys just got back from handing out free copies of Destro’s book to everyone in a 1000-mile radius, which absolutely nobody asked me to do, well anyways you can thank me later” and they were all “SWEET.” Back at the Endeavor HQ, Bakugou got all fired up to BUST SOME HEADS but Endeavor’s sidekicks were all “WAIT FOR THE PLOT YOUNG MAN.” Meanwhile in his office, Endeavor discovered a secret code in the book Hawks gave him, which basically read “HEY WHAT’S UP THE LEAGUE HAS TAKEN OVER THE MLA AND HAS AN ARMY OF 100,000 PEOPLE” and Endeavor was like “!!!!” And then we cut to the League and Toga was all “IN FOUR MONTHS TOMURA IS BLOWING THIS SHIT TO KINGDOM COME” and then the chapter just ended. Sometimes it be like that.

Today on BnHA: Tomura sits down with Ujiko who monologues a bit about Quirk Singularity and then starts some sort of quirk-upgrading process which will apparently take four months to fully set in. And also he’s like “oh btw let me tell you about One for All” so THAT’S A THING NOW, GREAT. We then cut back and forth between Endeavor and Hawks, who both somehow come to the weird conclusion that THE INTERNS ARE OUR ONLY HOPE NOW using logic that is hard to explain on account of THERE ACTUALLY ISN’T ANY LOGIC BEHIND IT, SHHH. But anyway, so Endeavor figures out the rest of Hawks’s message and he knows that Hawks is trying to figure out what the League is up to, and something something that’s why the internships are so important. Like, I get that the Terrible Trio are future legends in the making, but these guys are seriously like “well okay let’s just go ahead and rest all our hopes on them” out of the blue, and Hawks has this big monologue about how “THINGS WON’T GO ACCORDING TO YOUR PLAN, VILLAINS” and okay then!! And then the last two pages are basically just DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME HYPE with more shit going on than I can possibly sum up so I won’t even try lol. But damn.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.) 

okay guys, I’m feeling kinda under the weather today, but I know this chapter’s gonna be good so lesssssss gooooooo. bring me back to life Horikoshi

(ETA: lol well there sure was a lot happening in this chapter, that’s for sure. my head hurts.)

oooooh it’s a sexy Jump cover celebrating season 4!

I really need the anime team to step up and give Ochako and Tsuyu some more screentime in the Basement Arc since the manga did not do them justice. there’s only like a 20% chance of that happening, which is depressing, but it’s 2019 and the winds are slowly changing, albeit at a geriatric pace. so I’ll allow myself to have some hope. you never know

YEAH SON LOOK AT THIS COLOR SPREAD Y’ALL THIS IS RAD

hello I love everything about this. the colors, the focus on our best girls, Deku’s bizarre-yet-awesome assorted sci-fi accessories (Deku do those headphones let you communicate with space or what), and of course, the five million TVs in the background which for some reason all appear to be from the 70s. all of this to remind us to TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE LONG-AWAITED SEASON 4 DEBUT. I will definitely tune in! the first episode is just gonna be the usual half filler/half clip show, but honestly season 3 was so good that I could sit through a whole hour of nothing but highlights and still be thoroughly entertained

anyway let’s move on because there are GAMES AFOOT, and we’re hopefully about to learn which direction this arc will be headed in!

OH SHIT OH FUCK

yep, that’s him. Shigaraki “destruction incarnate” Tomura. I see we’re getting our weekly dose of “just a reminder that WE ARE SCREWED” even earlier than usual this chapter, huh

so does anyone else get a chill up their spine every time Ujiko makes an appearance, or is that just me? like, god. he may honestly be even creepier than AFO. he’s just completely soulless, this guy. he’s got like this Mengele vibe to him (though that may be kinda dicey to compare horrific real-life atrocities to fictional ones in a shounen manga, but I’m just trying to explain why I find him so disturbing) and it really freaks me the hell out, ngl. anyways so him wearing a surgical mask and standing in front of this weird examination chair is pretty much the last thing I need right now. go away Ujiko

so Tomura is all “I want it cuz you promised, so pay up jackass”, and like. fair, though

I really like this new art style Horikoshi’s been using for him since his Awakening. kinda curious how it’s going to translate to the anime, or even to a color spread. but at the very least in black and white it looks siiiiick

smh look at this little punk trying to downplay how insanely freaking overpowered his quirk currently is

okay first of all, “President Baldy” is only alive because you left him alive. and he also had to chop off his own legs to stay that way. like, what kind of argument is this, Tomura? “this power is far from invincible, all my enemies have to do is amputate their own limbs and then they’ll have me right where they want me.” you know what, just go on and destroy the world right now kid. you’re getting greedy now and it could be your undoing

that is a nice parallel between him and Deku there, though. now I’m craving some Symbolic Artwork of them standing back to back each holding out their scarred right arms. maybe with their respective mentors in the background. here at BnHA we prefer our parallels nice and dramatic

sdskfjlaskdj

son of a bitch. I really wish he wouldn’t say that with such utter certainty. “the next conflict will be our last.” cue me flipping through the BnHA table of contents and trying to determine just how far along we actually are here, because this is veering dangerously close to Final Battle signaling, and like, ALREADY?? TOMURA ARE YOU JUST BEING THEATRICAL OR ARE YOU FOR REAL OMG. motherfucking DARK LORD’S LIPS curling into the WICKEDEST FUCKING CRESCENT I’VE EVER SEEN, fuck me

(ETA: it occurs to me on readthrough #2 that “the next conflict will be our last” could be interpreted to mean him and All Might specifically. like, the last conflict between the two of them. and that might very well be true, and would not surprise me at all. shit.)

fjsgk now Ujiko’s talking about research. and quirks!! glkjlkl

fully expecting the camera to cut to some NOUMUS any second now oh my god. also trying not to think about how crazy ominous that fucking chair looks. and how many people this maniac has probably strapped down to it and done god knows what to them. hey Horikoshi you know what, I’ve had just about enough of this dark shit, can we please cut back to my kids now I���m feeling too unsettled. goddammit

anyhow of course we are NOT cutting away, and Ujiko is continuing to talk about quirk evolution, and now segueing into a speech about that quirk singularity thing. -- which he apparently named?? wow

is he actually going to do something to Tomura? holy shit?? this whole time that they’ve been talking about this “power” I’ve just been assuming it was something external, like some other handy dandy villain resource that AFO’s just been sitting on or something. this is not where I expected things to go. didn’t he just get an upgrade??

anyway so here’s a brief summary I just wrote up of The Past Six Months of BnHA:

Deku: [gets a new quirk]

everyone: bruh. Horikoshi really out here giving Deku AFO Powers while Tomura just sits around starving to death on a couch. what the heck

Horikoshi: [powers up Tomura to the point where he can destroy anything just by it being in contact with something that Tomura happens to be touching] [has Tomura use this power to level an entire city]

everyone: -- oh. okay, you know what, never mind --

Horikoshi: [gives Tomura an army of 100,000 people] [also gives him command of 11 extremely lethal and nigh-unstoppable killing machines, just one of which was almost enough to take out the number one hero, LITERALLY THE STRONGEST GUY THE GOOD GUYS CURRENTLY HAVE IN RESERVE]

everyone: okay we’re sorry we get it you can sto --

Horikoshi: APOCALYPSE IN FOUR MONTHS!!!

everyone: WE GET IT WE’RE SORRY PLEASE

Horikoshi: [GIVES TOMURA ANOTHER POWER-UP]

everyone: [curled up in fetal position sobbing]

starting to think the mangaka might be the actual final villain here. hmm

anyway. so I guess we have four months until Tomura ascends to Actual Godhood and proceeds to rain hellfire down upon the world. what are you all gonna do with your four months. I personally have a lot of stuff to binge, but knowing me I’ll probably just waste all my time reading fanfic while youtube videos play in the background which I’m not paying any attention to. what am I doing with my life

oh were we not done hyping him up? there’s more??

(ETA: I got so caught up in the OFA comment I didn’t pay attention to Tomura becoming a beautiful decayed butterfly in this exquisitely creepy panel here. but damn.)

-- HOLD THE FUCK UP. does Tomura know about One for All??? because I was under the impression that AFO hadn’t told him? this would change a lot if he knew this entire time, holy shit?!

aaaaaaaaand exactly one panel later Horikoshi is all “no he didn’t know calm the fuck down” lol

okay then. so he didn’t know, and he’s only just finding out now. well tbh that’s still worthy of a smiling crying emoji face though :’) this is fineeee

shit here we go oh shit

-- WAIT, SO WE’RE JUST CUTTING AWAY FROM THEM? NOW YOU CUT AWAY? YOU GET WITHIN INCHES OF CONFIRMING THE FUCKING ALL FOR ONE FOR ALL THEORY AND THEN IT’S JUST “ANYWAYS HERE’S ENDEAVOR” YOU KNOW WHAT, HORIKOSHI, I --

just. come on dude. AFOFA 2019! let’s make it happen! dammit

sigh, so looks like it’s back to the admittedly-still-epic “Hawks passes down secret information about the villains to Endeavor” plot. I guess we’re not exactly hurting for good plots all around. I may complain but honestly we are spoiled

so Hawks is saying that he actually doesn’t know the specifics of the villains’ plans yet. well shit

apparently his feathers can only pick up sounds from short range, and the villains keep escorting him away whenever they get to talking about the good stuff. well at least that explains that potential plot hole from last week. Hawks’s feathers may have a short range, but Horikoshi’s plot hole caulking gun can fill in leaky plot holes from fucking miles away. amazing

ffffffff

don’t mind me I’m just sitting here fretting about Hawks continuing to be in mortal danger and risking his life to gather information in a race against time against the end of the world. Horikoshi out here piling up stakes like a freaking vampire hunter

but in the meantime, everyone please stop what you’re doing for a moment to look at this absolute unit of a bellhop slash security guard

apologies Lord Vader he was just trying to get to the dining hall. my bad. as you were

and holy shit I hope you enjoyed that light comedic break because two seconds later Re-Destro has dropped in to fixate Hawks with one of those Lightly Menacing Smiles he’s so infamous for. so that’s just fucking great!

HAWKS WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FINGERS

omg. imagine, a showdown between the two stealth murder MVPs of the series, Yotsubashi “Sleeper Hold” Rikiya (yes I did have to look up his real name just now) and Takami “Tag Em And Bag Em” Keigo. true, RD may no longer have legs, but he didn’t need them to choke out our little mouse buddy now did he? anyways speaking of which I just remembered that I fucking hate Re-Destro and I honestly hope Hawks does kill him. it’d be pretty easy to fit him into a bag too. he’s basically just a torso and arms now

oh sure Horikoshi go ahead and spring this on me after all of that ranting why don’t you

by the way does Re-Destro have Robot Legs now, or

looool he does

I will say this for Horikoshi, he knows my weaknesses. more robot limbs please. either badass or memeable ones, either is fine

meanwhile I skipped over this panel of Hawks and Twice being buddies in order to get to the legs, and shame on me for that. let’s go back

Twice is a genuinely good guy and I hope Hawks can tell. I wonder how fake this smile is. I feel like it’d be easy to relax around Twice regardless of how tense you are about your secret spy mission which could go south at any time. anyways this is wholesome

and now we’re cutting back to Endeavor who is taking his sweet time reacting to this whole thing. Endeavor can you fucking chill with the poker face already geez

okay wait, what

are you serious?! I fucking can’t with this lady. “now make sure to throw these children directly into the line of fire! it’s good for them and builds character!” I’m sorry, I thought this was the Hero Public Safety Commission, not the Putting Juveniles Directly Into Harm’s Way Commission?? at least change the acronym to something more appropriate then. Heinous Pathetic Soulless Cowards. just a suggestion. jesus

anyway so for a moment I got confused as to whether this was implying that she’d told Endeavor about Hawks’s undercover mission. but it seems like he’s still unaware. shouldn’t be too long before he puts the pieces together though at this rate

lol in the very next panel, even

meanwhile you’re just sitting on your ass reading a book! FUCKING DO SOMETHING ALREADY, ENDEAVOR

so he’s thinking that the “preparation” part of Hawks’s message is referring to the interns. let me back up a sec and write down the entire message as he’s read it thus far

“four months from now / rising to action / until then / will send / signals / in case / of failure / preparation / numbers”

...read like that, it really does sound like Hawks is advocating to get as many soldiers ready as possible. even if that includes actual children. including Endeavor’s own son. shit. I mean, I get that they don’t have much of a choice, but that’s still so fucked up. sure, we as omniscient readers know that Deku is their one and only hope, but they don’t know that. as far as they know these are just a bunch of teenagers with less than a year’s worth of experience that they’re propping up on the front lines. and the plan is then... what? hope they don’t die too quickly?? fuck

Hawks is out here having an argument with me in his thoughts. you wanna play it like that, Hawks? fine

I don’t know what kind of “but” you can tag on to the end of that paragraph that could possibly win me over, dude, but go for it I guess

and we’re finally cutting back to the kids in question now! with Burnin’ casually trying to crush Kacchan’s hopes and dreams

okay but I love how both Deku and Shouto are like “easy there buddy, we got you” and trying to keep Kacchan from having a fucking aneurysm sob. JUST TRY AND HOIST HIM ONTO SOME DUMB SIDEKICKS, LADY. YOU’VE MADE A POWERFUL ENEMY HERE TODAY

oh shit

oh my god. are we going to get our first actual interaction between the three of them that doesn’t consist of them grumbling annoyed introductions at each other and then running off to fight an old fortune teller omggggg

I love how Deku and Bakugou look weirdly intimidated by him lol. Bakugou where did all that “YOU’RE KIND OF A JERK” confidence go all of a sudden

YESSSSSSS

GODDAMMIT, I’M STILL SO MAD AT YOU GUYS FOR BEING ALL “LET’S JUST MAKE THE CHILDREN DO IT,” BUT DAMMIT THEY KICK ASS THOUGH SO I CAN KINDA SEE YOUR POINT

NOW HAWKS IS METAING ABOUT THEM AHHHHHHH

DAMN STRAIGHT THEY WOULD HAVE. BRING ON TOMURA AND ALL OF HIS STUPID POWER-UPS. WOW I’M WEIRDLY HYPED UP ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME

AND FUCKING LOOK AT THIS TWO-PAGE SPREAD AHHHHHHHHHHH

MOTHERFUCKER [WHIPS OUT PEN AND NOTEBOOK] TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BITCH

so Ochako and Tsuyu did indeed go back to intern with Ryuukyuu again! makes sense, she is a top ten hero after all. who’s that with them, though? almost looks like Yanagi from the hair and the mask, but the costume looks different? hmm

I CAN’T BELIEVE IIDA WENT BACK TO INTERN WITH FUCKING MANUAL AGAIN. THIS GUY IS THE BRAN CEREAL OF HEROES. though I fucking love him though so yeah it’s fine

JIROU AND SHOUJI TEAMING UP WITH GANG FUCKING ORCA AW YISS BOYS THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT LET’S GOOOO

KOUDA AND MANGA TEAMING UP WITH WASH OMG. MANGA IS THE ONLY ONE ON THAT TEAM WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING SPEAKS. IS WASH’S SIDEKICK SOME SORT OF BROOM PERSON OMG

A WHOLE FUCKING ACRE OF KIDS HAVE ALL GANGED UP ON THIS CAVEMAN-LOOKING FELLA I DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE. WHO ARE YOU. DID YOU CROSS OVER FROM THE FANTASY AU

KIRI BACK WITH FG AND BROUGHT TETSUTETSU ALONG FOR THE RIDE HELLS YEAHHHH

KAMINARI AND SERO WITH KAMUI WOODS AND EDGESHOT I’M HYPERVENTILATING AHHH. AND SHIOZAKI TOO!! I’LL JUST PRETEND I DON’T SEE MINETA THERE IN THE CORNER. MIGHT BE TIME TO DUST OFF THE OLD “CANCELLED” STAMP AGAIN BUT WE’LL SEE HOW THINGS GO

WHO ARE MOMO AND TOKAGE AND MINA AND AOYAMA (WHICH BTW IS THE GREATEST HERO TEAMUP OF ALL TIME HOLY SHIT) TEAMING UP WITH!? TELL US. AND PONY AND MONOMA. GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI

whew! anyway. they’re all still screwed, but by golly that was nice to have that little invigorating breather of life and hope

LOL OH SHIT THERE’S ANOTHER ONE

okay, SOMEONE TELL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW WHAT ALL MIGHT IS LOOKING AT OR I’M GONNA LOSE IT. holy shit. he was researching the past users of OFA, wasn’t he? WHAT DID YOU FIND OH GOD. he’s not just upset, he looks one step shy of fucking crying?? did he learn about what happened to Nana’s son and his family, maybe? shit shit shit

so Yanagi is interning with Kendou then? so who was that with Hadou and Ryuukyuu and the rest. one of Ryuukyuu’s sidekicks?

IS THAT FUYUMI (SPOILERS FUCKING YEAH IT IS) AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SHE’S FUCKING PRAYING OMG. it looks like she’s kneeling at a family altar?? like saying a prayer for someone who is PRESUMED DEAD, maybe?? LIKE MAYBE A LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER OH SHIT OUT OF NOWHERE THE HYPE DON’T STOP!!

AND WHY DOES NAO HAVE HIS HAT OFF AND CLUTCHED TO HIS CHEST LIKE HE’S TELLING SOMEONE BAD NEWS. GOD WHAT THE HELL EVEN ARE ALL OF THESE PLOT THINGS HAPPENING ALL OF A SUDDEN. LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO LOOK NEXT

KUROGIRI AHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ERI’S HORN!? DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THIS?? AIZAWA??? HELLO!?!?

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, TEAM OT3. TIME TO FUCKING SUIT UP. APPARENTLY. WELL ALL RIGHT THEN. [JACKET ZIP] [GUN COCKING SOUND EFFECT] LET’S GO PUNCH ‘EM IN THE MOUTH

y’all. this chapter was like plot whiplash. this went in so many different directions and hinted at so many different things that I’m at a complete fucking loss as to what to process first. but I guess the interns are gonna save us all, somehow. lol okay then

[haikyuu-scenarios-box]

Haikyuu!! Detroit: Become Human AU, Part 1

A/N: I outlined the character roles and provided some background info in this post, which I highly recommend you read first.

Word count: 1,798

UNDER THE CUT

______________

August 15th, 2038.  08:29:05 PM

As Oikawa passed a coin back and forth from one hand to another, the bright blue LED on his right temple flickered. The panel in the elevator flashed the number 70, a loud ding accompanying it. Straightening his tie, Oikawa exited the elevator once its doors slid open. 

An SAT officer eyed him through his helmet as he walked down the hallway, the water in a large fish aquarium reflecting off the blue accents of his uniform. When woman with a trail of tears along her cheeks grabbed his shoulders, the clacks of his polished black shoes against the marble ceased.

‘Please,’ she begged, overwhelmed with distress, ‘please, you have to save my little girl - wait...’ she paused. Slowly lowering her hands, her eyes drifted to the text on Oikawa’s jacket:

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

‘... you’re sending an android?’ the woman backed away in shock, filled with fury and anxiety.

‘Alright, ma’am, we need to go,’ the SAT officer escorting her out stated. 

‘You can’t... you can’t do that!’ she exclaimed with anguish, ‘Why aren’t you sending a real person?!’ she screamed while being dragged towards the elevator.

Oikawa’s stoic expression remained unwavering as he continued towards the crime scene. He was unaffected by the woman’s continuous yelling, ‘Don’t let thing near her! Keep that thing away from by daughter!’ since Oikawa was, like every other android, created to be incapable of experiencing emotion.

‘Captain Tsukishima?’ Oikawa walked towards the SAT leader, ‘My name is Oikawa. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.’ 

Tsukishima turned around to face him for a mere second. He then dismissively turned back to the computer screen, ‘It’s firing at everything that moves,’ he said, ‘it already shot down two of my men. We can easily get it, but they’re on the edge of the balcony.’

‘If it falls,’ Tsukishima faced Oikawa, ‘she falls.’

 ‘Do you know its name?’ Oikawa questioned in an automated fashion. 

‘I haven’t got a clue,’ Tsukishima responded with animosity, ‘Does it matter?’

‘I need information to determine the best approach. Do you know if it’s been behaving strangely before this?’ 

‘Listen,’ Tsukishima snapped, standing close to Oikawa, ‘saving that kid is all that matters. So either you deal with this fucking android right now,’ he glared, ‘or I’ll take care of it.’

↓ 48% probability of success, Oikawa’s system calculated. He proceeded to head towards the master bedroom, immediately noticing an empty gun case. His eyes analysed the compartments, identifying the missing gun as an MS853 Black Hawk with 0.355 ammunition. Oikawa reconstructed the scene, vividly simulating the deviant android’s silhouette grabbing the case.

↑ 51% probability of success

Once Oikawa deduced that he must understand what caused the android’s deviancy, he entered the hostage’s bedroom. He scanned the room quickly -  magenta wallpaper covering the walls, butterfly stickers on the cupboard and a tablet on the desk. Oikawa swiped the tablet to the left, unlocking it.

‘This is Makoto, the coolest android in the world! Say hi, Makoto!’ the hostage excitedly said to the camera. ‘Hello!’ the deviant responded amiably with a wave.

‘You’re my bestie,’ the little girl exclaimed, ‘we’ll always be together!’

Deviant’s name: Makoto. ↑ 56% probability of success

Picking up a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones on the desk, Oikawa placed it against his ears, loud music blaring out from the pads. 

Child didn’t hear gunshots. ↑ 59% probability of success

Moving back into the living room, the corpse of the hostage’s father was splayed against the wooden legs of a shattered glass coffee table. Oikawa looked at the two gunshot wounds, his analytical system concluding that he died from a lung haemorrhage caused by 0.355 calibre bullets. 

Reconstructing the crime scene, Oikawa pictured the father’s body seated on the couch. The man would have stood up and turned upon hearing the cocking of a gun. At that point, the deviant would have shot him, sending his body to fly back onto the table.

Father was holding something. ↑ 61% probability of success

Oikawa picked up a nearby tablet that was buried beneath shards of glass, its screen coated with a splatter of clotted blood. ‘Your order for a AP700 android has been registered,’ a robotic voice emitted from the audio, ‘CyberLife thanks you for your purchase.’

Deviant was going to be replaced. ↑ 70% probability of success

As Oikawa approached the balcony, he spotted a deceased SAT officer, his analytics confirming that it was one of Tsukishima’s men. When Oikawa noticed the small puddle of fresh blue blood located in front of the body, he swiftly swiped his index and middle finger in it. Upon placing the blood sample against his tongue, he identified the deviant’s android model. 

Deviant was wounded Model PL600 - Serial #369 911 047 ↑ 81% probability of success.

CyberLife gave those models a friendly, non-intimidating appearance - dark brown hair framing their face with a dirty-blonde tuft in the middle, a lean muscular frame, welcoming brown irises and a height of 160 cm. 

Oikawa passed by the two SAT officers positioned on either side of the entry to the balcony. As soon as he entered outside, the deviant android immediately pulled the trigger. It grazed Oikawa’s bicep, blue blood splashing against the window. The LED on his right temple briefly flickered red before returning to its usual bright blue - it was advantageous that androids were immune to nociceptive stimuli.

‘Stay back!’ the deviant yelled, its gun aimed at Oikawa. ‘Don’t come any closer or I’ll jump!’ it threatened, holding the hostage tightly around its other arm.

‘No!’ she screamed, kicking her legs, ‘Please! I’m begging you!’ 

Mission: save the hostage at all costs

Oikawa evaluated the scene. A handful SAT officers congregated at the rooftop of the building beside the balcony, prepared to shoot the deviant. 

‘Hi Makoto,’ Oikawa yelled, ‘My name is Oikawa.’

‘How...’ the deviant’s red LED flashed uncontrollably, it instability intense, ‘... how do you know my name?!’

‘I know a lot of things about you,’ Oikawa slowly placed one foot in front of the other, ‘I’ve come to get you out of this.’ A helicopter fixated a spotlight over the deviant as it flew in, its rotor blowing wind strong enough to flip the patio chairs and outdoor umbrellas.

↓ 68% probability of success, Oikawa’s system alerted. 

‘I know you’re angry, Makoto,’ he continued to cautiously approach the android, ‘but you need to trust me and let me help you.’

‘I don’t want your help!’ the android screamed, pointing the barrel of the gun at the hostage. ‘Nobody can help me!’ it shakily declared, its LED toning down to a yellow. ‘All I want is for all this to stop... I...’ the android trailed off, ‘... I just want all this to stop!’ it yelled, squinting while it stared at the spotlight. 

‘Are you armed?’ it asked anxiously. Its forehead was wrinkled in confusion and fury, the strands of its hair tangling into clumps as the helicopter whirred above the balcony.

‘Yes,’ Oikawa answered as a matter-of-factly, ‘I have a gun.’

‘Drop it! No sudden moves or I’ll shoot!’

Oikawa reached into his back pocket and held the pistol away from his body, ‘There,’ his fingers let go of the grip, ‘no more guns.’

↑ 76% probability of success.

The black fabric of Oikawa’s jacket was no longer ironed neatly, the wind piercing into his ears. His white shirt was dishevelled, causing his tie to loosen around the collar. ‘They were going to replace you and you became upset,’ Oikawa continued to slowly walk towards the android, ‘that’s what happened, right?’

‘I thought I was part of the family,’ it responded, lowering the gun, ‘I thought I mattered.’

↑ 87% probability of success.

‘But I was just their toy,’ it aimed the gun at the hostage’s head once again. It clenched its teeth angrily, the air passing between its teeth emitting a whistle, ‘something to throw away when you’re done with it.’

‘I know you and Chihiro are very close,’ Oikawa said, reducing the space between them. ‘You think she betrayed you but she’s done nothing wrong.’

↑ 96% probability of success.

‘She lied to me! I thought she loved me,’ it explained with glazed eyes and a blue LED. ‘But I was wrong,’ it took a deep inhale, pushing the pistol even further into the hostage’s temple, ‘she’s just like all the other humans.’

‘Makoto, no,’ the girl cried out, thrashing.

‘Listen, it’s not your fault,’ Oikawa decided to create a facade of sympathy, ‘these emotions you’re feeling are just errors in your software.’

‘No, it’s not my fault,’ the android quivered with desolation, ‘I never wanted this... I loved them, you know,’ it said with a trembling voice. ‘But I was nothing to them, just a slave to be ordered around.’

The android loudly cried out in frustration and agony, ‘I can’t stand that noise anymore!’ it looked at the helicopter. ‘Tell them to get out of here!’ 

Oikawa raised his hand, gesturing the helicopter to leave. ‘There,’ Oikawa said as it flew away, ‘I did what you wanted.’

↑ 99% probability of success.

‘You have to trust me, Makoto,’ Oikawa continued to approach the android, ‘let the hostage go and I promise you everything will be fine.’

‘Tell everyone to leave!’ it ordered, ‘and... and I want a car,’ it shakily said, ‘when I’m outside the city, I’ll let her go.’

‘That’s impossible Makoto,’  Oikawa stopped, finally close enough to the android and hostage. ‘Let the girl go and I promise you won’t be hurt.’

‘I don’t want to die,’ its condition began to stabilise.

‘You’re not going to die,’ Oikawa raised his hands in its direction, ‘we’re just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word,’ he reassured in a calm manner.

↑ 100% probability of success.

‘Okay...’ the android nodded at Oikawa determinedly, ‘I trust you,’ it declared, releasing its grip on the hostage. As soon as the girl’s feet made contact with the ground, she quickly crawled away from the android. 

Oikawa proceeded slowly nod once; a signal prompting the sniper on the opposing to pull the trigger.

Thick blue blood violently splashed out of the android’s waist, shredded wires and obliterated biocomponents emerging at a high velocity. Another shot was fired at the android’s shoulder, sending large chunks of metal into the pool. The final bullet pierced its skull and exited from the angle of its jaw, its LED returning to red in response. 

The sight caused the girl to scream at an intensity that almost broke her vocal chords.

The android collapsed on its knees, its body fully drenched in blue. Large pieces of its synthetic skin had been ripped away, revealing the metal underneath.

Mission completed

‘You lied to me, Oikawa,’ it muttered in disbelief and sorrow, the tears along its waterline spilling instantly. Although Oikawa merely looked at it apathetically, the breeze blowing against him was suddenly icy.

↑ Software instability

‘You lied to me...’ it repeated, its voice turning robotic with each word as it shut down. 

SAT officers immediately rushed onto the balcony, the girl’s nostrils blocked with every sob. Oikawa headed back inside, Tsukishima eyeing him sceptically. 

[sirenasinsib]

Spider

If you Like it please don't for get to press that Reblog! its means a lot to me!

WOW I havent posted in a while, been working on my own stuff but here is some personal works. Expecet to see alot of content of Spider and Viper. Ive been playing a ton of Titanfall so im in that mood rigt now. 

Fandom: Titanfall

Relatonship: Viper/OC Character

Warnings: Very long clocking in around 3260 Words! Explict language, canon violence, mutual pinging, build to relationship, and smut at the end!

He really didn't see why the ship was built to have a limited number of dorms. It was hard to find a spot and claim it as yours when it's already six members and their Titan, but the recent addition made it just a bit harder.

Spider, he was told, was to be dorming with him. Sloane and Ash were already in one room as was Ritcher and Kane, and he preferred to not have one of the other two males to be dorming with him, he saw how messy they kept theirs. Blisk's room was of course off limits. They were just about to take off when he heard a knock on the door before it slid open. Spider was there with only 2 duffle bags. She walked in quietly looking around the room.

The "kitchen" was towards the front of the room, right beside the entrance, a couch and TV opposite of it. Towards the back were two beds in opposite corners and lockers on both sides. The left side was noticeable more used with the bed sheets being almost completely off the bed, an extra locker that was slightly open due to the amount of tech it was holding. She took to the right side. Placing her duffle bags on the bed. Viper didn't focus on her as she moved around. He would have to just get used to another person in the room.

It was actually quite easy getting used to another person in the same room as him. The first week she slept with most of her gear on. The second week he noticed she would get up very early, earlier than Ash even, he didn't know where she went at the time, too busy trying to get more sleep before the day started. Hawk, his titan, told him later where Spider went. Often she went to the Titan hanger bay and got into her own Titan, JD. 

She appears to be under stress. JD has stated that they are not used to working with others. He also stated that she fears word of her being with the Apex Predators might get out and someone from her past may try to capture her.

Hawk spoke into the link as he worked on one of her thrusters. 

Is she that valuable of a member if she needs protection?

You were only a Predator if you had the skills. Needing protection meant you were weak. 

Calculations suggest a 78% better performance in missions with the assistance of a Monarch Titan and Pilot. It is also easier to be assisted, that is a possible reason why they joined instead of remaining in hiding. They were on low ammo and power, yet we’re able to steal just enough from both Militia and IMC units without being caught. 

It was one of their first real big missions after joining. They were to defend a couple of units going in to steal information and escort them out and to extraction. Spider had JD watch the back as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop calling out as well as distracting. 

“Would be nice if I got some help! Got a Legion hiding with an Ion!”

Kane yelled over the comms. Viper was on the far side of the complex and was dealing with his own Titan, same with the others when he heard Spider speak up. 

“On the way, can you distract them?”

“I’m in a fucking Scorch you bug! What do you think?!”

He spotted JD quickly running to the back of the area, halting slightly he guessed to pick up Spider before he started to hear the faint rattle of an electric charged XO-16.

“Enemy shields down! Kane?!”

He heard Kane laughing along with the roar of a Flame core activating and the sound of a Titan exploding. 

“Enemy Legion down.” 

Kane’s Titan spoke. Spider had to back up from a placement of Anti-Rodeo smoke when the Ion charged out with a vengeance. The monarch shot a few rockets and even an energy siphon before charging against the Ion. Then the radio filled with a hatch opening and a loud Metallic BAM. 

“Systems restored. Enemy pilot down.”

JD spoke. They had executed a Titan, and stole its battery. That was smart and ballsy Viper thought.

“Both teams got the data! Time to go!”

Blisk yelled into the comms, the roar of his Predator Cannon in the background. Viper dashed to the location of his team to defend as the others followed suit. Ash, Spider, and Kane made it back to his location while Blisk, Sloane, and Ritcher made it to their spot. Viper took to the skies, circling the group as Kane to the front and the other two took to a side. They would have a long walk to evacuation as they kept the enemy off their back and made sure that the ground troops stayed together. 

It was a long walk getting to extraction. They had to stop twice to make sure that they weren't followed and to give the ground troops rest since they didn't have a Titan. It was dark when they did their second stop deciding to rest a little before getting the last few miles in and getting off the planet. 

"Spider, Viper, you're on first watch. Sloane, Ash, you’re next, one hour." 

Blisk told them before finding a spot for his Titan to hunker down and both of them rest. Spider and Viper walked a bit away from the group before they found a spot. Spider hopped out of the Titan onto its hand as it lifted her up to the top of its chassis. She had a DMR in one hand with a ration bar in the other. Viper decided it would be a good time to eat as well. 

They sat in silence save for the whir of both Titans. Occasionally Spider would grab her DMR and look into the forest, he didn't see why, the titans would pick up on anyone approaching faster than they would, unless it was cloaked units but he didn't say anything. The hour passed uneventfully and Ash and Solane soon came to take their spot. Spider got back into her Titan as Viper moved Hawk to a spot and the other pair went to their own. 

"Viper? Can I ask you a favor?"

He turned from the blueprints for Hawk. Spider had grown more easy to get use to, she talked more. Sparred with the rest a few times. She seemed unsure right now. 

He spoke "Depends."

"My arm, I need another hand or set of hands to fix the connections and make sure the rotators aren't getting any build up or are worn down."

He was surprised to find her asking for help, he seen the way she reacted to others touching it when not fighting. 

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think you were capable, and I trust you a helluva lot more than the rest of the lot."

"Really, not very smart."

She gave a snort. "I seen the work you put on your Titan, as soon as you get this you're gonna do the same, besides, why purposely mess it up when I'm the one that keeps everyone's backs cleared."

It was quiet for a moment. 

"Fine. Blueprints?"

She tossed a small flash drive to his hands as she turned her focus to getting her arm off. He saw out of the corner of his eye, she pressed a button before twisting and pulling off the arm and placed it on the desk before turning

"I'm going to get cleaned up, you know how to find me."

They were sparing. He would never admit it out loud but she was one of the hardest predators to fight against. Sloane had a pattern, Ash wasn't fluid, Kane was easy to get dizzy, Ritcher you just let him do all the hard work of runnin around, Blisk favored his right side, but Spider? She dodged another lock, ducking quickly and she slid up right beside him, their gear rubbing against each other before she backed up from another swing.

She was fast, graceful, and really fucking hard to hit. He had one more trick. He turned around and charged her, she sidestepped, just like he thought she would and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her with and using his momentum to flip them as they landed on the ground. He placed his fist above her neck as the other held her arm.

“I won.”

She gave a quiet laugh before tapping her non trapped hand on his side, where the armor was weaker. 

“More like a stalemate. Besides. . .”

He gave a small head tilt before suddenly her legs pushed against him, flipping him above her head. He let go of her arm, trying to stop himself from flipping. She quickly rounded and got above him, trapping both hands in her metal one as she placed her weight on his thighs, keeping from him lifting his legs to do the same. 

“I won now.”

Ok so he may or may not be pinning for the skilled sniper sleeping in the same room as him, who can beat him in hand to hand combat, does not intrude into his space, while also being a helpful hand when it comes to modding Hawk, and she looks good. Viper gave a quiet groan at his thoughts as he let the water wash his sins off the wall before he turned off the water. Drying most of his hair before wrapping the towel around his shoulders and pulling on a pair of boxers. He stepped into the room he shared the person of his thoughts with. Spider was distracted, she had taken her DMR apart and cleaned it again. The jump to their next contracts always left her on edge. “How many times have you taken that apart now?” He asked as he pulled on his pilot gear. “In total or while you were in the shower?” She was being funny, noticing he was in there longer than usual. He shook his head but grinned. 

“Ha ha very funny.” 

“Huh really, am I getting better at jokes? But in reality probably not a good idea to use a lot of hot water, you know how the boss and Kane get when they cant basically melt their skin off. There are other ways to relax.” His brain short circuit, did she really mean?-No that's just his thoughts, Spider didn't seem like the type to get attached to coworkers, or offer to be a fuck buddy. He didn’t turn around to face her, rather not look at her and see if she was being serious, the mission wouldn't go right then. “Yeah I know it's called sleep.”

“Thats- “Five mins till we get to the drop, get your asses to your Titans!” Blisked yelled into the comms. Spider didn’t get a chance to finish what she was gonna say as Viper grabbed his weapons and the rest of his gear and rushed out the door, she followed suit. 

He didn’t understand why he was sent on a solo mission, but he was told to for some reason, he guessed it was the fact no one knew his face, so he had to. He was ready to get back to being on the ship and rather deal with his personal issue then do another solo mission, he missed the small comfort of being assisted should things go south. 

He walked into the room quietly, it being late on the ship, and set down his duffel bag. The room looked mostly the same, another Sniper had been added to Spider’s desk, while a few Titan parts were placed on his, most likely due to Spider, she often found bits he was needing to get. Her bed was surprisingly empty seeing how she wasn’t in the hanger and he saw no one in the training room when he passed by. 

He looked to his bed, ready to sleep in his gear and deal with the pain later when he saw something in it. Spider was under the covers, wearing one of his shirts surprisingly and hugging his pillow. He turned not sure how to deal with her and decided to change. He heard the bed creak slightly as he changed and glanced back seeing Spider sit up. 

“Sorry I didn’t know you were back and I- the room felt different- I had problems sleeping and . . .”

She rambled before stopping, looking down and fiddled with the blanket before placing her hands beside her to get up. 

“I’ll get out of your way.”

“Spider.”

She paused and slowly looked up. He was close now, having changed. 

“If you want . . . you can stay.”

He didn’t want to admit but sleeping sucked when he was alone on the mission, the room felt barren without her. He missed her presence in general. 

“Oh-ok” 

She went towards the wall of the bed, grabbing her pillow and placing his back in the process as he got in. She hugged the wall as he faced the outside and he could feel her tension and it got on his nerves. He flipped over after sometime and placed a hand on her waist and held her.

“Relax.”

She took a deep breath calming herself before the two slowly drifted to sleep. They woke up with her head tucked under his chin and her own arms wrapped around his waist. They didn't speak about sleeping together, but they didn't stop either. He didn't know what to call whatever they had, sleeping together but not actually sleeping together. 

She was on a solo mission now. They needed someone who could go in and get close to the target without drawing attention. She volunteered actually. Pointing out that she still wasn't known as a Predator, and was an assassin before joining them. She got back two weeks later and immediately went to the med bay. The mission was successful but she had taken a few bullets, thankfully not in severe locations, removing glass shards, and trying to fix her arm. 

She was in a foul mood and no one bothered her, well except him of course. He had snatched her gear, arm and helmet mainly, the visor was cracked, as he set out to fix the two as she recovered. Once released from the med bay she was to rest and given a few more weeks for the nanites to do their job. 

He bothered her by watching movies, Top Gun and Edge of Tomorrow at least twice. Once healed she immediately went back to training, prepping her body after not having done so while healing. He joined her, bored out of his mind. 

"-nd I snapped his arm in half." 

She was talking about the mission as they spared. He stayed quiet letting her sort of vent before he blocked a swing from her. 

"Taught the ass to don't even think about touching someone without asking."

She spoke of someone following her, harassing her, while on the mission. She had gotten somewhere quiet and out of view before she attacked him after he touched her. While he was pissed that someone touched her, the fact that she broke his arm made him satisfied. He gave a groan hearing what sounded like metal on metal. 

His head was pounding yet he didn't even drink that much the night before. Spider was trying to be quiet, whipping up some food their bodies could handle while being slightly hungover. Eventually the noises stopped and he could tell lights were turned off. Cracking one eye open just a bit to see Spider in the kitchen eating whatever she made quietly, lost in her thoughts.

She was wearing one of his shirts again, he could see her shorts under the edge of his shirt but just barely. He looked away in his own thoughts before his eyes flicked back to her when she started moving. Bringing a bottle of water, medicine, and some food. 

"Are you always looking out for everyone?"

She hummed a bit as he sat up before speaking. 

"Guess it's just in my nature."

He gave a soft grunt as he was pushed onto the bed. Spider was quick to straddle him. She leaned down quickly, capturing his lips with hers and kissed hard. He kissed back just as hard as his hands grabbed her waist and head. He’s not sure how the make out session started. They were sparring again when it just got a little heated. OK more than a little, Spider had gained the upper hand and straddled his waist when he let out a tiny choked moan. She halted slightly, surprised by the noise before she moved but it felt like she purposely dragged her weight onto him more. Then they were hurrying back to their room, their gear quickly stripped away.

He was brought back to the present when Spider slowly kissed down his chest, her thumb flicking over a hardening nipple before kissing above his navel. She then tugged on his briefs, getting him to lift his hips as she pulled them off. Her hands felt along his thighs as she breathed over his cock. Slowly she gave the head a tiny kiss before giving a long lick on the underside. His breath was shaky but when she enveloped him with her mouth he let out a moan, his hands covering his face as she slowly bobbed up and down. Stopping at times to flatten her tongue on his head. 

"Fuck." He groaned out. 

Spider hummed, watching his reaction through her eyelashes. She continued before he started to pant harder, his hips slowly thrusting.

"Fuck-Spider-Ah!"

She quickly pulled off, her hand squeezing the base almost painfully keeping him for cumming. Slowly did he come from that high and she started to pump again. She crawled into his lap as she kept the slow pace, her other hand going to her cilt and rubbed lightly before slowly sliding a finger in. She matched her pumps, her finger sliding in as her hand went down. She continued even as she added a second and third. Once she felt stretched did she stop. 

Viper's hands went to her waist as she held him and slowly slid down a tiny moan coming out as she bottomed out. Then she rose and slid back down, her pace slow. His hands gripping her waist tight. She leaned down quickly kissing him as a hand went into his hair as the other braced near his head, his own hands moving, one to her hair, the other to the small of her back. 

The kisses were slow and sloppy, quiet pants came out between the kisses before Spider slowly increased her pace. They broke the kiss, letting their foreheads rest together. Quiet words spoken as the pleasure rose. 

"Nnnn-Viper-ah-Viper!"

"Fu-ck-Spider!"

They came with a shout. Spider giving a few thrust before slamming down hard and stilling. Small shakes went through their bodies as they breathed. Spider made a quiet whine as she pulled off him, feeling slick dribble out onto them both. She ran her hand through his hair slowly before giving a quiet grunt. 

"We need a shower."

"Is that an offer for round 2?"

He said with a grin causing a quiet laugh to escape her.  

"Only if you promise to help clean up the mess."

"Deal."

[angryhausfrau-writes]

You Can’t Cross the Same River Twice - Chapter 3

Trapper's shift starts disgustingly early and he's moving around the dark bedroom as quietly as possible, obviously trying not to wake Hawkeye as he gets dressed. But after sleeping so much over the past few days and going to bed reasonably early the night before, he's awake anyway. So Hawkeye turns on the lamp and he's treated to the sight of Trapper in shorts, socks, a mis-buttoned shirt, and and a severely off-kilter tie. Hawkeye laughs at him as he fumbles to straighten everything out.

"Sure, laugh it up. A guy tries to be considerate and this is the thanks he gets? Next time I'll just turn on the light at 4 am - see who's laughing then." But he's smiling, face so full of openness and warmth Hawkeye can't stand it and he has to go kiss him right on his stupid - adorable - overbite.

They kiss for a while, and they're both clearly interested in more, but Trapper has somehow become a responsible person in the year and a half since he left Korea. So rather than taking off the clothes he has on, Trapper pushes Hawkeye gently away and finishes getting dressed. And then they go downstairs to eat breakfast together. Maybe it's not the quickie Hawkeye was hoping for - and that definitely would have made Trapper late for work, because Hawkeye doesn't feel like being all that quick - but this is nice too.

And if, after Trapper leaves for work, Hawkeye takes a very long, hot, pleasureable shower, well that's between him, fantasy Trapper, and his own right hand.

Hawkeye's morning isn't altogether unproductive, though. He writes his dad finally. He'd sent a telegram from San Francisco saying he was back stateside, but nothing since. And it's a short letter, just letting his dad know he's fine and in Boston with Trapper and that he's not ready to come up to Maine yet but loves and misses him. The letter is a load off Hawkeye's mind, though. He doesn't want his dad to worry, but he also can't face him in person yet.

Hawkeye also writes letters of introduction - or reintroduction - to the various clinics around Boston, eager to get back to practicing real medicine after so many years of meatball surgery. And he's hoping to be rehired at the clinic in South End because it's familiar and close to Trapper's house and on the bus line. Because, the thing is, he doesn't technically have a driver's license. He hadn't needed one to drive in small town Maine - and he was rarely able to borrow his dad's car since it was needed in case of medical emergencies - and he hadn't needed to drive at all in big cities like New York or Boston. And though he'd passed the Korean version of a road test, it doesn't count in the states - and Rizo had maybe gone a little easy on him. He had once managed to flip a Jeep and give himself a concussion after all. Anyway, Trapper doesn't have a car he could borrow. Apparently that had gone to his ex-wife in the divorce. But, Trapper said, he'd gotten the house and he doesn't live out in the suburbs like Robert and now Louise so he hadn't minded too much.

So Hawkeye can't drive, legally or otherwise, and he figures he should probably get used to taking the bus as soon as possible. He and Trapper had taken the train when they went downtown - a mode of transportation that doesn't yet have any negative associations for Hawkeye - but it doesn't run everywhere. So he girds his proverbial loins, checks a bus schedule, and plans a trip to buy knitting supplies. It's a relaxing hobby and Hawkeye figures he'll need that after the day's adventure in public transit.

And it's not so bad really. The bus looks completely different for one thing, and there are no kids on the bus - just a few elderly ladies that kindly don't say anything about his tense posture and desperate staring out the window - his way of making sure he doesn't get magically transported to Korea. So Hawkeye makes it to the dry goods store ok and buys needles and yarn and a sweater pattern he thinks would make a good Christmas present for Trapper. And if the yarn he picks out happens to be a shade that will bring out the green in Trapper's hazel eyes, that's nobody's business but his. And it's so strange to be able to just go where he wants when he wants, doing what he wants. There's no concept of AWOL or leave or something-hour passes. He's free in a way he hasn't been in three years.

To celebrate his freedom, Hawkeye buys a magazine from the news stand - something bright and splashy and full of celebrity gossip - and then sits in the sunshine on a park bench for over an hour, reading the magazine and just enjoying being outside on such a nice summer day. In a place where there are flowers and trees and mothers with strollers and laughing children. A place that has remained untouched by blood and death and war. And then Hawkeye buys himself an ice cream cone.

He makes his way home and the bus ride is less nerve wracking the second time, even though the bus is more crowded. There are a couple of young kids, though, and their shrieks of laughter make him flinch - and bite back a tense order to be quiet - the first few times but he calms down. There are no enemy patrols here. Maybe he'll eventually believe that and be as bored and indifferent towards his surroundings as the rest of the passengers. But at least for now he should be able to make it to job interviews, and hopefully soon a job, without breaking down. Still, it's a relief to get home.

--

Trapper must've accidentally mentioned Hawkeye being in Boston somewhere too near Charles Winchester - or maybe hospital gossip is just that powerful - cuz they both get invited out for drinks at some unbearably posh club in fucking Back Bay. The kinda club that wouldn't let Trapper in through the delivery entrance much less into the actual bar. But Winchester's delivery of the invitation - which had involved calling Trapper to his office right as he was about to leave for the day - had brooked no argument. So now he's gotta go break the bad news to Hawkeye. And try not to get murdered by a bunch of angry WASPs.

Fortunately, Trapper's shift both started and ended early today so he has time to go get bruised and sweaty with all the other working class louts at the boxing gym before heading home to try and make himself look respectable enough for Winchester to be seen with him. Ok, that's not quite fair. He seems like a halfway decent guy. Still an upper class prick and a showboat surgeon - but he obviously cares about all his patients the same, regardless of their background. And maybe it's just cuz he can't stomach being anything but the top cutter in the outfit, but it's better than some of the docs Trapper's gotta work with. It's just that when Winchester or any of the other docs with breeding look at him, they see dumb Paddy before they see competent Ivy League surgeon.

Trapper ain't ashamed of any part of who he is. And he knows there's times and places he's gotta keep parts of himself hidden - to keep himself safe, to blend into the various worlds he lives in. But it pisses him off that his coworkers can't look past their shallow perceptions of him and see him. That's what he loves about Hawkeye. Trapper can be his entire self around him - no hiding, no being looked over.

At least that's one positive side to this whole deal. Hawk'll be there with him. And he's wearing his new suit and it looks real good. Trapper's disappointed when the car Winchester sent arrives cuz it interrupts his, ah, appreciation. But being chauffeured around is fun - the driver's wearing honest to God livery and Trapper feels like some kinda English lord outta a novel.

Reality comes crashing back in when they get to the club and the doorman or concierge or whatever gives him a look of such curdling contempt for daring to introduce himself as Dr. John McIntyre, here on Dr. Charles Winchester's invitation. Dr. Benjamin Franklin Pierce - nice and patriotic and Anglican - gets let in with no problem and Hawkeye must go get Winchester cuz he descends on the sneering sonofabitch like a pompous tidal wave. All "Do you know who I am?" and "How dare you presume to tell me who I can and cannot entertain" and "My family has been in Back Bay for three generations" and blah blah blah. Trapper just wants to leave, wants to run as far away as he can get, but Hawkeye's hovering there behind Winchester, looking about as miserable as Trapper feels, and he can't just leave him. And eventually Winchester's tirade winds down and Trapper gets let inside and Winchester is stuffily apologetic about the whole thing. Trapper appreciates that - knows how rarely Winchester apologizes about anything - but he had to've known, he's lived in Back Bay his whole life, he had to have known.

They get their drinks at the bar and head to a secluded table. Trapper has a whiskey and it's American - cuz of course it is - but it's ok as far as it goes. He's certainly drunk worse. And Winchester has some sorta fancy cognac that probably costs more per bottle than Trapper makes in a month. And Hawkeye has a Shirley Temple.

"On the wagon again, eh Pierce? Too bad; the cognac here is almost worth drinking. But I suppose anything is better than those terrible martinis you used to swill."

Hawkeye just smiles winningly and eats the cherry out of his drink. And immediately makes a face. Apparently the Shirley Temple habit is a new one.

"I dunno about you, Hawk, but I can't drink a martini that doesn't taste like it's made with lighter fluid anymore."

Hawkeye laughs. "It's true, they go down too smooth with real gin. And besides, I remember you doing plenty of swilling over in Korea, Charles. You're still the only Swamp denizen to ever get kicked out of Rosie's three nights in a row."

"No kidding? You went to Rosie's? And I don't think I managed to get kicked out even once." Trapper puts on an exaggerated look of contrition.

"Oh yeah, Charles became a regular lush when some kid of a Captain from Tokyo -"

"Insolent upstart," Winchester interjects.

"- replaced Potter for a bit and showed us all up but good."

And then they're off, telling funny stories from Korea. Charles has a bunch that Trapper never heard about from Hawkeye and even some from when he was stationed in Tokyo that Hawk's never heard either. And he and Hawkeye tell a bunch from back before Trapper shipped home - mostly about Frank Burns, but some about Radar and Klinger and Henry Blake. There's a moment of silence while they raise a toast.

And then Winchester says, "When are you coming to work for me, Pierce? Even McIntyre found a job at Boston Mercy. Surely you don't think I would turn you away?" And suddenly the air of camaraderie is gone.

"I think I can do more good outside a big hospital, Charles." Then Hawkeye's expression turns icy. "Anyway, Trapper has to work the job he found at Boston Mercy tomorrow, so I think we ought to be going."

Winchester looks confused. Like he knows he fucked up but he's not quite sure how. "Well, we'll have to do this again sometime soon. Perhaps at a different venue?" He cuts an apologetic look toward Trapper.

"Sure. But Hawk's right, I oughtta head home for some shuteye."

They shake hands under the watchful sneer of the concierge.

"Sorry if I got you blackballed from your fancy club, Winchester."

He huffs out a sigh but looks less constipated. And Hawkeye's smile becomes less fixed. All in all, the night coulda gone worse.

--

"Thank you for doing that."

"You're welcome." Trapper's response is muffled in the join of Hawkeye's neck and shoulder. They're laying cuddled up together in bed - which has become routine - but with Trapper all curled into Hawkeye. Trapper's a little taller and a lot broader than him and Hawkeye usually likes to be held in his big, strong arms. But Trapper seems to need a little extra comfort tonight. He's not one to be self conscious, but he'd been pretty obviously out of his depth the whole evening. And Charles had said some pretty terrible things to him - unintentional as they were. And he'd endured all that for Hawkeye.

"No, I mean it. You spent an entire evening with Charles and the rest of the snobbery brigade for me and I really appreciate it."

Trapper sits up a little so he can look Hawkeye in the eye. "He's your friend - even if he won't admit to it in polite company. There hadta be something decent about him or you woulda never got to be friends. It was worth braving a bunch of Back Bay snobs, including Winchester, to get to see that side of him. And anyway, I gotta work with the guy. It makes sense to play nice." And then Trapper lays back down and he's quiet for long enough that Hawkeye thinks maybe he's fallen asleep.

But then he says, "Next time we do this, we'll just haveta take him to the seediest working class joint we can find that don't have rats." And Hawkeye wonders what the hell he did to deserve having John McIntyre in his life.