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hoshifighting · 8 months ago

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Two words. Dilf Cheol. (I am on the brink of insanity thank yewww)

dilf!seungcheol

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, crying, marriage, his kid loves u, shy dilf!seungcheol at the beginning.

oh man, dilf!seungcheol though? i think about it every single day, i swear. and yeah, it all starts with that awkward-ass moment at the café. he’s standing there all buff and shy, trying to work up the nerve to ask for your number, his daughter hanging onto his leg like she’s his bodyguard. her big, curious eyes peeking out at you while he stumbles over his words. “uh… I just… I thought maybe you’d… uh,” seungcheol scratches the back of his neck, all nervous—like he isn’t the size of a tank. “you know, if you’re not busy… you could give me your insta?” he’s waiting for you to laugh at him, probably thinks he’s gonna get rejected because, you know, he’s got a kid and all. like that makes him less attractive or something. but you’re all heart-eyes the second his little girl pipes up with, “daddy thinks you’re pretty.”

dude nearly dies on the spot. he’s so red, you could probably cook an egg on his cheeks. but you just crouch down to her level, giving her the same sweet smile you flashed at the waitress earlier, and say, “well, I think your dad’s really handsome, too.”

game over. you’ve got him hooked, right there.

from then on, you’re texting nonstop. it’s almost like a high school crush thing, except the guy’s a full-grown dad who still somehow makes your stomach flip like you’re sixteen again. his insta’s basically a whole love letter to his daughter, like, every other post is her: her in some princess costume, her making pancakes (or trying to), her at the park with him, her with his dog. sometimes, you’ll scroll through his feed just to see him smile because, damn, it’s so rare he smiles like that anywhere else.

but then there’s the gym photos. god, those gym photos. all sweaty and pumped up, and you swear he’s showing off just a bit for you now that he knows you’re watching. his arms look like they could crush you, but the way he talks? it’s like he’s this big ol’ teddy bear wrapped in all that muscle.

“you eat today?” he texts you at like, 2 p.m., no greeting or anything.

you text back, “noo :(( too busy.”

not even a minute later, you get a notification from some food delivery app—he’s already sent something to your place. he’s like that. doesn’t even ask, just takes care of it. if it’s cold out, he’s dropping off a coat. if it rains, a brand new umbrella’s somehow at your work's door.

one night, you're scrolling through insta, and there’s this photo of him at some fancy work event, all dressed up in a suit and tie. goddamn, you think, biting your lip, because who knew seungcheol could clean up like that? the suit hugs every muscle, and it’s wild how he can look that good in anything from sweats to formalwear. you double-tap, and not two minutes later, he’s texting you.

“you like that one?”

you don’t even bother playing coy. “nah, I loved that one.”

there’s a pause, and you can almost picture him blushing on the other end, even though you’re the one getting all flustered.

“well, maybe you’ll get to see it in person soon,” he shoots back, and there’s a teasing edge to it, the same one that’s been driving you absolutely crazy since you started talking.

you roll your eyes, but your heart’s doing that dumb fluttery thing again. “maybe,” you reply, playing along.

and it’s like, you’re not even sure how this all happened so fast, but seungcheol? he’s always making sure you’re good, like his whole day revolves around making you smile, checking in, making sure you're eating, keeping warm. it’s low-key intense but in the best way possible.

and somehow, between all the little text convos and the insta stalking, you’ve found yourself seriously catching feelings for this dad with the cutest kid, the sweetest heart, and a whole-ass gym routine that’s absolutely unfair.

and you wonder: how the hell did you get this lucky?

seungcheol's always been like that—taking care of you like it’s second nature, probably because he’s used to being in dad-mode 24/7. you kinda feel spoiled, in the best way possible. he’s always looking out for you. it’s not that he’s overbearing; it’s just that this is how he shows he cares. but you know it goes both ways.

so one day, you decide to return the favor. you find this pink polo, something that screams him but in the softest, most endearing way. you know his daughter will love it too, ‘cause she’s all about pink and matching with her dad. you send it to him without saying much, just a little note saying, “thought this would look good on you.” the next time you see him, he's wearing it, and yeah, the shirt hugs his body perfectly. he’s acting like it’s no big deal, but you catch the way he blushes when you compliment him. “didn’t have to do all that,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, but his eyes are softer than usual, that little glint of he’s falling harder than he planned.

but what really seals the deal is how u handle his daughter. every time you two try to plan a date, something comes up—his mom’s busy, or the babysitter falls through, and suddenly, the whole night’s flipped. instead of a fancy dinner, you’re headed to the park or some kid-friendly café, making sure his little girl has fun. and somehow, you end up having more fun on those “ruined” dates, watching seungcheol let loose, running around with his kid while you cheer them on. it’s like you get him, get his life, and he’s not used to that.

and then, finally, one night, the stars align. his mom takes the kid for the weekend, and it’s just you and him. alone.

and oh god, does he reward you.

he’s been holding back for weeks—months even. all that pent-up frustration, that tension from constantly having to play the responsible dad while trying to not let himself get too attached to you, it all comes crashing down.

he’s rough, no question about it. but it’s the kind of rough that makes your whole body sing. his hands are everywhere, grabbing, holding, pressing you up against walls and furniture like he’s desperate to feel every inch of you at once. he’s strong, and he knows it, lifting you like you weigh nothing, carrying you from one spot to the next without breaking a sweat.

the first time, it’s almost frantic. he’s pounding into you like he’s afraid the moment’s gonna slip through his fingers, grunting into your ear, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. your legs wrap around him, but you can hardly hold on—he’s relentless, hitting that spot over and over until you’re crying out, body shaking violently.

you don’t even realize your legs are spasming until hours later, when you try to stand and nearly collapse from how shaky you are. but seungcheol’s not done. oh no. he’s far from done.

before you can even catch your breath, he’s down between your legs, eating you out like a man famished. this time, it’s slower his tongue doing things that make you arch off the bed, hands fisting in his hair as he drags you to the edge again, then pulls you back just to do it all over. every time you think you’re about to lose it, he eases up, grinning against your skin like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

and yeah, maybe it’s been ages for him, but fuck, the man knows how to destroy you. by the time he’s done, you’re a complete mess, legs trembling, heart flying from your chest, your body so sensitive that even the thought of him touching you again makes you shudder.

seungcheol though, he’s the type to take his time. slow and unshakable, like he’s gotta be absolutely sure before he makes any big moves. but with you? he’s struggling. there’s this itch under his skin, this need to lock it down, put a ring on your finger, make it official. and yeah, he’d never say it out loud, not yet. he’s got too much pride to come off that desperate. but every time he watches you with his daughter, every time she calls you her “best friend” or shows you the drawing she made of you three as a family, he’s fighting the urge to drop down on one knee and ask you to make it real.

he hides it well, though, keeps up the usual routine. he keeps taking you out on dates, some with his little girl tagging along, others just the two of you. and he’s always scolding you whenever you show up with yet another gift for her.

“y/n, you’ve gotta stop,” he groans, shaking his head as you hand his daughter a set of pink hair clips that match her favorite doll. “she’s gonna expect something every week at this point.”

but there’s that soft look in his eyes, the one that betrays how much he loves seeing you spoil his kid. he’ll roll his eyes, but you notice how he always says “my girls” now, so casually like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you and her. his girls.

one day, he takes you to her father’s day presentation at school. you’re not sure who’s more nervous, seungcheol or his daughter. but when she walks on stage in her tiny tutu, all giggles and shy smiles, it’s seungcheol who completely loses it. you’re sitting beside him, watching him tear up before she’s even started dancing. by the time the performance is over, he’s full-on crying, holding his face in his hands as you rub his back, trying to calm him down.

“it’s just… she’s growing up so fast,” he sniffs, looking up at you with watery eyes, completely unashamed of the tears streaming down his face. and you can’t help but love him more for it, for how much he loves his daughter, for how raw and real he is when it comes to her.

your intimate life? that’s been steady too, despite how busy things get. with a kid around, it’s not always easy to find the time, but seungcheol makes sure you’re never left wanting. there are the quickies, yeah, when his daughter’s asleep and you’ve got the living room to yourselves, stealing a heated make-out session that somehow ends up with your back pressed against the couch cushions, his hands roaming under your clothes while he kisses you senseless.

but if things get too feral, you two will sneak off to the laundry room or the closet, anywhere you can get a little privacy. he’s fast, efficient, but still so thorough, making sure you’re fully satisfied every single time. it’s like, no matter how quick things have to be, he’s always got this laser focus on making you feel good.

but even with all the passion, he’s still got that soft side. sometimes, it’s just enough to make out on the couch, your lips swollen from kissing, the weight of him pressed against you. and in those moments, there’s this quiet comprehension between you two. you don’t need the sex to feel connected—sometimes, just being close is enough.

but it’s getting harder for him to hold back. every time he sees you playing with his daughter, every time she asks if you’re coming over for dinner, he feels it. that pull. that urge to make you his. and one night, after his daughter’s fallen asleep and the two of you are tangled up on the couch, catching your breath after another one of those wild, stolen moments, he looks at you, really looks at you, and the words just fall out of his mouth.

“marry me.”

it’s not planned, not rehearsed. hell, he hadn’t even thought about it until the moment the words slipped out. but once they’re out there, he realizes he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. his hand tightens around yours, and he’s staring at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters, like he’s already bracing himself for the answer.

and all you can think is, finally.

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batsandbirdbrains · 2 months ago

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The one where the Gotham rogues are very territorial over their favorite bird

I always thought it was odd how in season one of young justice, neither Bane nor Robin acknowledged that Bane is a Gotham villain when they met on Santa Prisca. So I give u some ideas of the team encountering Gotham rogues and said rogues only giving a shit about Robin bc no one is as good as their little bird. And also if another non-Gotham villain they’re working with tries to do anything to Robin? That’s not gonna fly.

Like just imagine during that first Santa Prisca episode, when they have Bane tied up to a tree or whatever and M’gann is trying to read his mind for information, Bane straight up rolls his eyes at her, and turns to Robin.

“Tell your little sidekick friends not to announce their psychic abilities before actually using them,” Bane scoffs.

And when M’gann immediately responds with, “he’s reciting football scores, en español,” Robin straight up snorts and hides his grin behind his hands. Because come on dude why would you TELL the bad guy you’re gonna read his mind before you actually do it? Amateur move.

“It’s their first real mission,” Robin tells Bane, as if telling him it’s his baby sibling’s first time playing tee ball, an exaggerated grin on his face and his hands clasped by his cheek. Bane can just tell he’s batting his eyelashes behind the mask.

“Clearly.”

And all the others get annoyed because Robin is bantering with the enemy.

“Will you stop encouraging him!” Wally snaps, unsure if he’s directing it towards Bane or Robin.

Bane ends up helping them because he for some strange reason has a soft spot for Robin. Maybe Bane calls him something like murciélago baby, and it makes Robin straight up pout at him. He’s not a baby. He’s a whole teenager now, and Bane knows it.

Robin knew Bane was only going to help them so much, so he’s not shocked when that comes like everyone else is. He just gives Bane an exaggerated salute before running the other direction.

When the creepy Kobra guy is fighting with Robin later on? Bane does not like that. Not one bit. Once the kiddies leave, Bane kicks the crap out him.

In another mission, they have a run in with the Penguin, who just straight up groans when he catches sight of Robin.

“You again!” Robin is smothering an actual giggle at how exasperated Penguin sounds. “Tell the Bat to come deal with me himself!”

“But Uncle Ozzy!” Everyone can hear the grin he has in his face. “Didn’cha miss me? I missed you!”

The team is frozen in their spots, unsure of what angle Robin is trying to play. Also, did he just call the Penguin his uncle? Superboy is trying to figure out if that’s actually his uncle. It would explain why Robin is so short.

And when that thought goes through the mind link, Robin throws an actual birdarang at him. Rude. He’s not short he’s a gymnast and he’s a perfectly respectable height thank you!

The team ends up watching and Robin dances around the warehouse, dodging shots and taking out Penguin’s hired thugs all at the same time. By the time he’s taken them all out, he’s actually beaming as he stands in front of a very frustrated looking Oswald Cobblepot.

“Listen kid,” he somehow sounds fond, exhausted, and gruff all at the same time, “I don’t wanna see your hide around here for at least a month after this, got it? I’ve seen enough of you!”

“Aww, you didn’t miss me?” Robin is twirling Penguin’s umbrella in his hands, and no one can figure out when he snatched it.

“Fine, yes, I missed you. Even though I saw you three nights ago with the Bat!” Penguin now has his hands tied behind his back.

“Yeah but B is a sourpuss, he’s no fun,” Robin chirps. “Our games are much more fun when it’s just us!”

“I’m gonna roast you like a chicken one of these days, bird boy.”

“See! You’d never say that with B around!”

Robin is off to the side now, hacking through Penguin’s phone to find the files he wanted. They’re still going back and forth at each other, and the team is just standing awkwardly around trying to figure out how to be helpful.

“And don’t bring these goody-two-shoes kids around here again!” Penguin snaps at him. “They barely lifted a finger the whole fight, they’re useless!”

“But they’re my friends!”

Artemis scoffs when she realize Robin didnt even try to prove that they arent useless. It passes through their mind link, and Robin turns his head just enough to narrow his eyes at her.

Well then next time don’t make me fucking fight them all by myself, he thinks at them. They at least have the decency to look embarrassed when he points it out.

“Well that was fun!” Robin announces. “The Commish will be by soon to pick up you and your boys. Thanks for playing with me, Uncle Ozzy!”

“Yeah, yeah. See you next time squirt.”

“Can I keep your umbrella?”

“No!”

Robin just shrugs and rolls it under Penguin’s chair. He can hear the police sirens already.

“Well that’s our cue to skedaddle.”

Robin is halfway back to the bioship before the others can shake off the shock of whatever the bell they just witnessed and follow after him.

“How are you so friendly with them?” Wally asks once they’re flying back to the mountain.

Robin shrugs very exaggeratedly.

“Maybe that’s my super power. Did’ja ever think of that?”

“I hate you.”

I can’t rly think of any other specific idea but I do love this premise so so much I think it’s hilarious.

#robin #dick grayson #young Justice #oswald cobblepot #bane #fic ideas

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thevoidstaredback · 1 year ago

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It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?

Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.

Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.

"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.

Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.

Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.

"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"

Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"

The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."

Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"

Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"

Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."

"Billy."

"No last name?"

"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"

He had to give it to him. "Touché."

Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.

The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.

"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"

Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."

The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.

Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."

"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"

Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"

The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"

The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.

"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.

"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.

"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"

"Magic."

"I guessed that much."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Will you teach me?"

"No."

"You didn't even think about it!"

"Okay," He paused. "No."

"Not fair." he pouted.

Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."

Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"

Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."

"Why not!"

"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."

"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.

Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."

Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"

The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.

"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."

Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"

Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"

He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."

Part 2 Part 4

(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)

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aspen78 · 1 month ago

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Chapter 5: How it all Byrnes

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Midnight City was an odd place.

If you associate odd with cities plunged into eternal darkness induced by some weird magical dude--places lit up by neon lights rather than the sun, too stubborn to die but too malnourished to live--then yeah, odd was the right descriptor.

It used to be different.

That's what the old-timers said, anyway.

Back before the darkness set in. Before heroes started dying. Before the city stopped pretending it could be saved.

No one could. Few tried. Fewer were still trying.

A quiet buzz of electricity barged into the loud, loud scene of Midnight City… well, I guess the quote, unquote nicer outskirts of Midnight City.

But even on the outskirts, no one here wanted to be here. Especially not the one that phased in with the blue electricity.

A heavy huff filled the rain dense air.

Though, much like the weird blue flash of a teleportation beam and the scarred-face man who materialized from it, it blended into the city static. Weird things go unnoticed--ignored in weird cities.

And just like that, he stepped into the metropolitan traffic, falling in step with the steps of all other Midnight City dwellers--the Nocturnals.

He wrinkled his nose at it all.

Streetlights flickered overhead, casting sickly halos over the cracked sidewalk. Neon signs blinked half-heartedly in the distance. Somewhere, someone screamed. Somewhere else, a siren wailed, getting swallowed by the sprawling dark.

It smelled like wet concrete and the definition of bad out here.

All reasons he didn’t “visit” often.

Not that he needed to; it was in capable hands.

He didn’t look around.

Didn’t need to.

He only looked dead ahead at a particular black umbrella in the sea of its clones. Tracking its movements as it tried to get lost.

He treaded faster after its owner, following her pace. Fast. Purposeful. Not running. Not hiding, either.

It curbed the corner. So did he.

It zipped into an alley. So did he.

He closed the distance slowly, methodically, until he was half a step behind it. Close enough to speak without raising his voice. Close enough that its owner couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard him.

"You're getting sloppy," Cecil said, his voice cutting through the static of the city like a clean knife.

The black umbrella finally stilled with an annoyed sigh.

“Says you,” (Y/n) shot back with a scoff.

Moving under the shelter of a fire escape, she cleanly pulled the umbrella shut. “Saw you beam in. You really thought I’d walk into an alley in this city for no reason?”

Cecil walked into place next to her. “I meant letting yourself be found.”

She snorted, “Wow. Congrats. You found Midnight’s favorite photo op. You want an award or something?” She glanced at him. “You found me because I let you.”

"You always were sharp," he said, his voice carrying that dry, clipped tone that--for him--could be catergorized as amused. "Sharp enough to know I don’t make social calls."

Her eyes narrowed at him. “What, Stedman?” she asked, but it came out more as a demand.

"You’re needed."

A beat.

Two breaths.

One from the non-Nocturnal adjusting to the cold. The other from the Nocturnal calculating risk.

(Y/n) exhaled slowly, mist ghosting from her mouth. "By who?" she asked, slowly. "For what?"

Cecil smiled a grim, knowing smile.

The kind that promised nothing good.

"You’ll want to hear this one," he said. "And you’ll want to say no."

He tucked his hands into his pockets, like he had all the time in the world.

"But you won't."

(Y/n) watched him, unimpressed.

Midnight City had a way of breeding out curiosity. It left behind cynicism, and a bone-deep suspicion that anything "important" was probably a death sentence with a nicer jacket.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Her fingers flexed slightly at her sides--like she was debating just fleeing right then and there. Cecil caught the movement, the calculation behind her stillness. He didn't push. He never did--not with her. He just waited, like a man watching dominoes he’d already knocked over.

“Talk fast, I have a board meeting,” she spat out. “And I’m already regretting letting you catch up.”

He didn’t flinch at the jab. Just kept watching her unsettling calm and snark.

“It’s the new Guardians’ move-in day,” he said. “I didn’t see you at try-outs, but you could still make the team.”

(Y/n)’s expression didn’t change, but something in her jaw clicked. A barely-there twitch.

She stared at him like he’d just offered her a lit match and a room full of gasoline.

Then she laughed. Not a true one. One more so reserved for horrible jokes.

“Right,” she said, dry as sand. “I hope you didn’t crawl into this shithole for that pitch. Waste of tax money, Stedman.”

The scarred man glared at her with his mouth pressed into a thin line.

That made her laugh again--shorter this time. Meaner. “Jesus. You did.”

(Y/n) tipped her head back against the brick, eyes closed for a half-second longer than necessary. She looked exhausted. Not in the physical way. In the soul-deep kind of way. Like someone who kept waking up in a life they didn’t ask for.

She sighed and then pushed off from the brick wall, shaking her head like the whole conversation was a bad punchline she’d already heard too many times.

“Appreciate the laugh, Stedman,” she scoffed as she stepped out from under the fire escape.

She didn’t get far. Just a few steps into feeling droplets of rain hit the top of her head before he spoke.

“You’re not actually laughing, Byrnes,” Cecil sighed in return.

(Y/n) slowed--but didn’t stop.

“Yeah,” she called back, not turning. “I do that sometimes. Makes it easier to stomach the truly dumb shit I’ve witnessed rolled out like it’s genius.”

“This isn’t dumb shit,” he said, flat but steady. “And you know it.”

She paused. Boots scraped to a halt on the wet pavement. Shoulders squared, back still to him. The kind of pause that wasn’t surrender, just... restraint. Barely.

“Doesn’t mean I want to be part of it.”

“I do not fit in a team,” she stressed out every syllable. “And me? A Guardian? Even more fucking hilarious.”

She glared back at him with eyes that didn’t blink anymore, not after everything. “In case you forgot, Stedman? You’re asking me to be part of the Guardians of the Globe. Emphasis on ‘the Globe.’ I have no powers. I can’t fly around saving continents. I can’t punch holes in dimensions. I’m not even fucking bulletproof.”

“And I am not going to be your Darkwing replacement, Stedman.” (Y/n) stepped closer, just half a step, but it was enough to make her presence press into the space between them like a weight. “He was smart, but not smart enough to see how stupid it was to play superhero with actual superheroes.”

Cecil didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

He just looked at her with that same dispassionate calm he wore to the Guardian’s crime scene, funeral, and replacement tryouts.

“He wasn’t stupid. He was necessary,” Cecil said simply. “So are you.”

His gaze didn’t change.

“You’re right. You’re not bulletproof. You’re not faster than light. You can’t fly.”

A beat.

“But you’re still standing.”

He dropped his hand with a low sigh, like he was tired of saying the same things to people who should already know better.

"You think I’m here offering you a gold star and a locker room pep talk?" he said.

"Grow up, Byrnes."

(Y/n) stiffened, just barely.

"You’re not here to be the heavy hitter. Or the mascot. Or the damn symbol," he continued, voice cold, measured. "You're here because the big ones--the ones who can punch planets--don’t know what to do when the punches don’t work."

He stepped forward now, matching her half-step with one of his own, until the rain-drenched alley felt a little too small for the two of them.

"You know what it’s like when powers don't save you. You know how to think small. How to think dirty. How to survive when surviving looks like losing."

Cecil let the words hang there--like that was enough. Like that was the pitch.

(Y/n)’s expression didn’t crack, but her silence did.

She took a slow step forward, just enough to make her voice feel closer than it was. “Is that what this is to you?” she asked, tone tight. “Some poetic tragedy you can use to fill another team roster?”

Cecil didn’t answer.

So she gave him one anyway.

"You want me to lead them because I’ve seen the worst. Because I know what happened." Her voice was quiet now, but shaking--not with fear. With fury held under her skin like pressure behind glass.

She took a breath, sharp through her nose.

“You say I know what it’s like when powers don’t save people?” She shook her head, bitter. “You don’t get to say that to me. Not you.”

Cecil’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.

(Y/n) kept going, her voice rising like something clawing its way out.

“Because where the hell were you when they needed saving? Where the hell were you when he was crushed?”

She glowered at him as if the words ‘fuck’ and ‘you’ weren’t enough. “You talk big game for someone who couldn’t save any of them.”

Cecil’s jaw twitched. The first real crack in his composure all night.

For a heartbeat, he just stared at her--like he was weighing whether it was even worth answering.

Then, quietly, in that voice meant for graveside conversations and closed casket briefings, he said, "I know."

No defense. No excuses.

Just the truth, laid out in the wet, ugly dark

"You don't want the job? Fine." He shrugged, careless as a man throwing a match on an already-burning house. "Walk away. Go back to fighting junkies and thugs in the gutters until one of 'em gets lucky."

A pause. The rain filled the cracks.

"But if you’re half the stubborn little shit I think you are, you’ll show up when it matters. Whether you like it or not."

She shook her head, a short, vicious thing.

"You think I'm some fallback option?" she said, voice sharpening. "Some charity case you can guilt into babysitting the next batch of corpses?"

“You think whatever you want," he said finally, low and even. "It doesn’t change what’s coming."

(Y/n) opened her mouth--to argue, to tear him apart--but something in his tone made her hesitate. Not a threat. Not a plea.

Just fact.

The kind of truth you couldn’t punch or out-think or outrun.

“What’s coming?” she asked, and it was less a question than a challenge. A challenge to finally say it out loud.

Cecil’s lips twitched into something that might’ve been a smile, if the world on the line.

“You know,” he said, squinting at her for any glint of actually knowing.

(Y/n) stared at him, her knuckles turned white around her briefcase handle.

And for a second--a real second--something in her expression cracked.

Not much. Not enough that anyone else would’ve noticed.

But Cecil did. He saw the flicker of recognition. Of fear. Of memory.

Because she did know.

He let out the deep breath he’d been holding since he touched the streets of this grimy city.

“The new Guardians--they’re good, but most of them are still kids. They think powers and potential are enough. I came to you because you’re the only one with experience this close to the edge.”

"You know what it looks like when the world doesn’t get saved," Cecil added, voice lowering like he was speaking an ugly truth they both already carried. "You know what it looks like when gods bleed."

Her mouth fell into a line so thin it barely existed.

"They’ll follow you," he said, taking a step closer, keeping his voice even. "Even if they don't know it yet. They’ll need you."

(Y/n) shook her head, a tight, almost imperceptible movement. “No. They’ll resent me.”

A mirthless chuckle scraped out of her throat. “Or worse. They'll pity me.”

She stared at him like she could will him into breaking first. Into backing off. Into realizing how stupid, how cruel, this was--to ask her to crawl out of the wreckage and be a shield.

Cecil didn't waver.

He absorbed her glare like a wall--unyielding, unfeeling, permanent.

“Let them,” he shrugged again, unbothered. “Doesn’t change what they’ll need when it all goes sideways.”

She breathed out slow through her nose, a rain droplet tracking every exhausted line of her face.

“This isn’t a recruitment speech, Stedman. This is a death sentence dressed up in cheap patriotism. This is a convoluted set up that ends with me as red paste.”

Her hands clenched uselessly at her sides, itching to hit something, anything, even him.

But she didn’t.

She knew he was right.

That was the worst part.

She was the leftover. The proof you didn’t need powers to still be a weapon. The proof that surviving took a hell of a lot more than amped up DNA.

(Y/n) turned away from him, raking a hand through her damp hair and gripping the back of her neck like she could physically hold herself together.

The city's endless buzz filled the space between them. Neon signs bleeding in puddles. Tires splashing through streets that hadn't been truly clean in years.

She could walk away. She could easily evade Cecil. She could just continue on like she always had. She could go to that meeting that had already started. She could.

But she was a stubborn little shit.

Then, with a quick, sharp flick of her wrist, she reopened the black umbrella and started back toward the current of the city without another word.

“Are you in?” his dry voice echoed in the rainy alley.

She didn’t look at him.

(Y/n) set her jaw, felt the crackle of tension in her spine, the sharp, electric edge of a decision being made whether she wanted it to be or not.

But she didn’t stop.

But her voice carried back, clean and hard.

“No.”

Her answer rang out as Cecil widened his eyes, holding himself back from teleporting her with him to the HQ anyway.

“But I’ll meet them.” She looked back with bored eyes. “They need to at least meet their contingency plan.”

Cecil huffed once through his nose, almost a laugh, almost relief. But the tension around his shoulders loosened just enough to tell her he was satisfied.

Before she stepped back into the Nocturnal stream, she flickered back into the one they knew. Not the little asshole mouthing off at him. Not the one he needed for the new kids. The Byrnes one.

Posture corrected. Coat collar readjusted. Small, charming smile plastered. Eyes glinted.

The version trained to be untouchable. To captivate.

To fool.

“I need two minutes to cancel the meeting and grab some things at the pharmacy,” she sighed back at him as if he was doing her a disservice… he was.

“Two minutes,” he said, voice dry, unimpressed. “I’m timing you.”

(Y/n) flashed him a grin that didn’t touch her eyes. It was the kind of grin that belonged in boardrooms and funeral parlors--polished, professional, a little predatory.

She tossed a different kind of bird over her shoulder as she slipped back into the crowd.

He tugged the collar of his coat up against the rain, muttering something half-formed under his breath--something that sounded suspiciously like "goddamn kids"--and finally tapped the device at his wrist.

“Welcome to our new digs, baby.”

Wanna take a guess at who said that?

Six figures walked off the cat walk onto the central stage. Like new acts following the old acts. The new Guardians replacing old Guardians.

Whispers of awe and wonder filled the once gruesome scene.

A familiar blip of blue light brought Cecil, and thus, the Midnight City rain to--well--rain on their parade.

“Pick up your jaws,” their technical boss zapped in with. “You’re not tourists. This isn’t a holy site.”

“This is your job,” he practically stomped up to Robot, prodding a finger at his metal plates. “The sooner you get up to speed, the sooner people stop dying.”

“Hey, Cecil,” Rex butted in. He took a few bold, naive steps toward the two and then pointed past them. “Uh… you missed a spot?

Cecil turned, already unamused.

And then he glanced what Rex was pointing at. Everyone did.

It was the blotch of Guardian HQ.

A red stain.

Dark, dried, and still not washed away. Where it streaked above the floor their predecessors fell on. Where the silence had been loudest.

No one spoke.

Even Rex, mouth usually faster than his brain, kept it shut.

The stain wasn’t just red. It was memory. It was weight. It was proof.

Monster Girl's gaze hardened. Robot’s optics adjusted minutely--like he was analyzing it, cataloguing the remnants. Dupli-Kate looked away. Black Samson stiffened. Even Shrinking Rae stepped back, like the floor had grown teeth.

“Left that one there as a reminder.” Cecil’s voice cut through the stillness. Sharp. Final. “When you prove yourselves worthy of the heroes who came before you, it’ll get cleaned off.”

His steely eyes scrutinized the new team in front of him. “Until then, stare at it whenever you think you’re hot shit.”

No one responded.

Not immediately.

The stain glared up at them like an open wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding--just dried into something uglier. Something permanent.

They all felt it.

Guilt, maybe. Pressure, definitely.

Only until another blip interrupted their pity party.

This one softer. Quieter.

A second blue flash near the perimeter of the room--far from the stain.

She appeared in its wake.

Briefcase in hand. Coat drawn closed. Hair down, rain-slicked. Cheap sunglasses shielding half-lidded eyes. Black mask obscuring the rest of who she was. Dressed not like a vigilante, not like the heir to an empire--but like someone who’d just stepped out of the rain and still hadn’t dried off.

Cecil didn’t turn to greet her. He didn’t have to.

The almost nonexistent squeak of her wet boots against the polished floor echoed louder than it should have in a space this size. She didn’t try to fill the silence. She didn’t need to.

The team clocked her at once.

She stepped forward slowly, like she was already regretting every step she took.

“Took you longer than two minutes.”

A huff of bored humor muffled under the mask. “Didn’t want to rush your pep talk.”

She stopped just short of the bloodstain, gaze sweeping over the six fresh faces assembled at the center of the stage. No introduction. No name tag.

They looked back, expressions ranging from wary curiosity to thinly veiled judgement. A couple exchanged glances, clearly unsure of who she was--or why someone who didn’t wear spandex, metal, or insignias just strolled into their HQ like a funeral had called.

One loud, boisterous voice cut into this staring contest.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Her head tilted slightly at the question, like she was considering how much effort the answer was worth.

Then, with a lazy drag of her fingers, she pulled off the sunglasses and tangled it into her hair. The black mask stayed on.

Rex--predictably--sized her up the way guys like him always did when they met someone they couldn't immediately categorize.

“I saved your ass twice now, you would think that would get me recognition,” she replied, voice low behind the mask.

Rex blinked, thrown off just enough to be dangerous. “Wait, you’re-”

He squinted, pointing. “Murderbird?”

A pause. Just long enough for everyone to feel it.

Followed by a “You’re a girl?”

Monster Girl let out a sharp breath, like a laugh, if a laugh could sound like a slap.

She slowly blinked at the sheer awkwardness from that ask.

“You’re observant. That must be exhausting.” (Y/n) shot back, sweet and short.

Rex bristled, but covered it with a smirk. “How was I supposed to know you look like this when you looked like that?”

A brow angled up. “You weren’t. That was kind of the point.”

Monster Girl stepped forward slightly, arms crossed. She studied (Y/n) with a mix of curiosity and approval, her tone level but sharp. “You always this charming, or just when you’re masked up?”

(Y/n) tilted her head again, just slightly. The gesture was birdlike--intentional. The mask gave nothing, but her tone? Her tone smiled.

“Depends. Are you always this suspicious, or just when someone isn’t trying to impress you?”

The younger-looking girl paused and then a smile grew on her face. “I’m Amanda.”

(Y/n) gave a small nod--acknowledgment, not friendliness. “Vireo. Or, if you ask Stedman--your contingency plan.”

“And you’re… with us?” Kate asked.

The word “with” didn’t quite fit.

“I’m not with you,” (Y/n) said carefully. “I’m near you. For now. Until someone does something stupid.”

Robot finally spoke, his voice crisp, objective. “Cecil has authorized a shadow adjunct to observe and evaluate team protocol. You will treat her presence as operational necessity, not personal intrigue.”

Kate tilted her head toward Robot. “So she’s, what, auditing us?”

“Correct. Her assignment is strictly observational. Input limited to intervention during protocol failure or immediate risk of team compromise,” he explained in place of her.

Rex crossed his arms, huffing. “That’s just government-speak for watching us fuck up.”

“Yeah, because the last time half of you got near a battlefield, someone had to pull your dumbasses out of the rubble,” Cecil countered, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to like her. But you’ll listen to her.”

(Y/n) looked back at the red behind her. “And it’s because you will fuck up.”

Black Samson, standing off to the side with his arms folded, frowned slightly.

“You really are Darkwing’s kid,” he scorned. “Are you even cleared for combat?”

“No,” she shrugged as if you’re asking if that’s supposed to stop her. “But I’m better at it than most people who are.”

It wasn’t bravado. It was just fact.

The kind of fact that made half the team uncomfortable.

The kind of fact that made the other half more derisive.

Samson's frown deepened, but he didn’t press. Not yet.

“Let’s get something straight,” she continued. “I’m not here to be one of you. I’m not even here because I want to be. I’m here so you know who to call when shit hits the fan. Because you’re not here because you’re ready. You’re here because there’s no one left.”

Her gaze swept over them again, clinical now. The kind of look people only gave to situations they’d already solved in their heads. She didn’t see potential.

She saw future liabilities.

“You want to make this work? Fine. You want to be heroes? Sure. Just understand, you weren’t chosen. You were available.”

That one landed. You could see it. A slow ripple through the group--subtle straightening of spines, barely-there flinches behind practiced faces. Truth rarely hit like thunder in rooms like this.

It settled in like cold.

Only Robot broke the silence. “Efficiency increases when clarity is present. Consider her remarks motivational.”

“Great,” Rex mumbled, dripping with sarcasm. “So our motivational speaker’s a nihilist in a trench coat. Loooove that for us.”

(Y/n) didn’t even look at him. “Better a nihilist than a narcissist who keeps a body count.”

Rex’s smirk faltered just slightly. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Amanda snickered as Rae muttered something under her breath that might have been “Damn.”

Rex rolled his shoulders like he was trying to shrug the sting off, but the silence afterward said enough. He wasn’t used to losing the verbal high ground--and definitely not to someone who hadn’t even given her real name--or face yet.

A series of quiet beeps sounded out in the comm in her ear. She side eyed the man who brought her here in the first place as if asking if this was enough.

Cecil gave a miniscule nod, and then finally stepped forward. “All right, enough meet-and-greet. We both have a thing. Settle in. We’ll talk later.”

And, just like that? The two fizzled out of the room in the same blue glow that brought them there.

The room held its breath for a few seconds after the light blinked out.

Then someone finally exhaled.

Rex blew out a low breath. “So... we’re all just okay with her lurking in the shadows now?”

Amanda bounced her shoulders in dismissal. “Better to have her in the shadows with us than waiting outside them.”

Rae joined up, resting her arm around smaller girl’s shoulders with a small smirk. “Speak for yourself. I kinda like knowing there's a murderbird out there at all times.”

“She is a contingency asset,” Robot restated. “And statistically, the highest performing unregistered combatant from the last three urban-level threats.”

Rex gaped at all of them, but mostly the bot. “That’s not comforting, Robot. That’s like saying the fire extinguisher has better aim than we do.”

The chatter carried on, but Samson wasn’t listening anymore.

He stared at the stain.

Old blood dried into metal. Still shaped like failure.

They were talking about Vireo like she was just another wildcard in the deck.

Like she hadn’t been trained by the only man in the last generation who knew how to fight gods without being one.

He knew Darkwing. He knew how he thought. He knew how he was.

She was there to make sure they don’t become a sequel.

Blue light sparked off dry pavement and bounced between the houses of a quiet, cookie-cutter neighborhood.

Cecil and (Y/n) stepped out of the beam in silence.

The buzz faded, leaving only the faint hum of suburban air--sprinklers, cicadas, someone’s TV two doors down. The kind of place that hid cracks beneath flower beds and picket fences. Too normal to trust.

(Y/n) pushed her sunglasses back on. The rain from Midnight City still clung to her coat. It didn’t belong here. Neither did she.

“Um, excuse me,” she groaned at the lack of familiarity of their surroundings. “What the fuck?”

Cecil adjusted his collar, glancing at the front door across the street. “I have business here.”

She rolled her shoulders like the teleport hadn't quite settled in her bones. Or maybe the ache wasn’t from the travel.

“Yeah, well, I don’t.”

Cecil didn’t answer right away. He just started walking--calm, casual, like this wasn’t the kind of street that got taped off after something broke through a window in the middle of the night.

(Y/n) didn’t follow.

Not yet.

“Yes, you do.”

She shot him a look from behind her sunglasses, mouth twitching with something half between a scoff and suspicion.

“You're not my handler. Or my father. So what exactly am I doing here?”

Cecil finally turned to look at her. “Seems like our favorite newbie took the night off. And I need to talk to his dad.”

He paused. Her eyes squinted at him as if trying to squeeze his next words out of him.

“So I need someone to take care of the alert I know you got.”

(Y/n)’s jaw tensed behind the mask. She didn’t look at her wrist, but the soft pulse of red blinking against her sleeve was answer enough. She did drag a frustrated hand across her covered face.

“Of course he took the night off. What seventeen year old hero wouldn’t.” She snorted, and then deadpanned with a hidden look at her non-boss. “Oh, wait. I know one.”

Cecil didn’t rise to the bait. He never did. Just gave her that tired, unreadable glance--the kind that said yes, and you’re still going to do it.

“You know the area. Handle the perimeter. Something’s setting off the motion grids near the city center. Could be nothing. Could be worse. Either way, you’ll get there faster than I will.”

She stared down the street like she had been trapped in a Wes Anderson movie. The porch lights. The welcome mats. The plastic flamingos that hadn’t been ironic in decades.

“What? Because I run at light-speed now?”

He hit back with a “Because I’m about to sit down with a man who can kill a planet, and I’d like to be on time.”

(Y/n)’s smirk dropped, her mouth twisting into something closer to a grimace. Her voice lowered. “You’re really going to talk to him?”

Cecil finally stopped walking and looked back over his shoulder.

“He asked for me.”

“That usually ends well.”

Cecil gave a faint grunt--neither agreement nor denial. Just acknowledgment. He adjusted his coat and turned again, this time with the full intent of leaving her behind.

“You’re exhausting…” she groaned under her breath. “Don’t say I didn’t show up.”

(Y/n) peeled off in the opposite direction, muttering a curse under her breath as she disappeared down the sidewalk like a bad idea sneaking out past curfew.

She didn’t go far. Just far enough.

A forgotten sliver of park behind a crumbling community center caught her eye--dark, empty, overgrown enough to feel honest. She slipped through the broken gate and vanished into the overgrown shade.

Kneeling in the hollow between a rusted swing set and a half-dead tree, she unclipped her briefcase with a soft click. The shadows swallowed her like an old habit. She shrugged off her coat and the cheap pharmacy disguise she pulled on because suiting up for the guardians was pointless.

“If this is another Flaxan blip, I’m going to lose my shit.”

Crowds hummed beneath swaying string lights and food truck music. Neon signs reflected off wet pavement. The air buzzed with laughter, spilled beer, and the sound of someone aggressively trying to win a plush with a claw machine. It was almost peaceful.

Just a few streets away, something else buzzed.

Something wrong.

Mark Grayson walked beside Amber Bennett, smiling more than he had in days. She was teasing him about his complete inability to choose between dumplings and tacos, and he was losing the argument gracefully.

“You’re the worst kind of indecisive,” Amber laughed. “It’s food. You eat both.”

“Hey! I just don’t want to regret not committing, okay? That’s maturity.” He grinned in response, just slightly too wide. A little too aware of himself.

He was trying.

It was going well. Really well.

Until the lights flickered.

And one of the generators behind a dumpling stand exploded with a violent yellow snap, throwing sparks across the market. A couple screamed. The crowd rippled, then scattered.

Amber turned, eyes wide. “What the hell was that?!”

“I-uh-I don’t know. Probably just a-uh, power thing?”

She gave him a really? kind of look.

Another bright pulse snapped across the alley, shattering a transformer box with a concussive crack. Streetlights went out one by one like dominos.

The air warped--charged with static.

And then came the voice.

It didn’t come from a speaker. Not from the panicked vendors or the disoriented crowd.

It came from everywhere. And nowhere.

Low. Mechanical. Filtered through something that didn’t quite sound human.

“Clever trick, but that doesn’t change anything stupid American.”

Kursk.

Not subtle.

Not smart.

But charged up like a walking generator with a grudge.

Mark’s eyes darted around, searching for whoever the electric thug was talking to.

Amber pulled Mark back to earth with a grab of his arm. “We should go. Now.”

He hesitated--already looking for somewhere to change, to switch to the other him.

He didn’t get the chance.

Because before he could move, someone else did.

A smoke bomb was thrown down from beyond the chaos. And a blur moved through the smog. A glint of dark metal. A cape, maybe--no, wings. Something feather-like. Something fast.

Vireo started herding stray civilians out of harm’s way under the cover of the temporary gray. She didn’t answer him. She just moved.

Mark blinked into the fog, trying to track the blur that cut through the crowd with surgical efficiency.

Amber pulled at his arm again, harder this time. “Mark. Seriously. We need to go.”

He nodded, mouth open to make some excuse--any excuse--but the ground shook before he could.

His gaze flickered back to see Vireo duck under the wild arcs of electricity Kursk flung toward her. The smoke had dissipated now--enough to for Kursk and Mark to see her now.

Another crackling bolt shot across the scene--louder, brighter. It hit a food truck sign and sent the metal fixture spinning into the street like a flaming pinwheel.

A flaming pinwheel headed right toward Amber.

Mark moved to intercept--but Vireo beat him to it.

She caught the edge of the falling sign with her longsword, redirected it mid-air with a shower of sparks, and landed in a crouch as the metal skidded harmlessly into a recycling bin.

Someone watching gasped. Amber did too.

“Who the hell is that?” she whispered, almost shell-shocked.

As her cape finally caught up to her split-second movement, Vireo let out a breath and a curse, low under the mask. She dropped her sword tip to the pavement for a second, letting the tech core in the hilt flicker as it cooled down. Steam hissed off the metal. Her knees flexed like she was weighing the next move before she’d even finished the last one.

Her eyes glared back up behind dark lenses, hearing the human lightning bolt cut through the chaos with a voice drenched in static.

“Coward. You hide behind smoke and swords like dumb magician.”

He stormed forward, electricity building on his arms in pulsing white lines. “You think only you who knows tricks? See how many volts to fry bird.”

Vireo rose smoothly, sword recharged, mask angled toward him with something unreadable. Unflinching.

“Try it.”

She moved.

The fight was a blur of light and dark.

Vireo darted low as Kursk flung two more arcs of wild current. One hit a lamppost, which sparked and burst. The other she absorbed through her kinetic barrier--now glowing faintly around her frame in a pulse of green and yellow.

With him still looking at the place she was, she popped up behind him. Just enough time to press a device to the base of his neck.

Then, she backed away. Fast.

It beeped.

“What did you-?” Kursk hissed.

The device popped, discharging an altered, short-range EMP right into his system.

Anything remotely electric in the vicinity died instantly. Just like his violent yellow glow.

Kursk groaned and hit the pavement hard, limbs twitching from the shock. His head thudded against concrete. He was still breathing. Still alive.

But not getting back up anytime soon.

Vireo heaved the breaths she was holding back through the entire exchange. She stumbled a few more steps back before kneeling on the ground.

Each inhale rasped against the mask filter, fogging her lenses for a second. The sound emitting becoming less and less robotic. The faint green-yellow glow around her frame flickered. Then died.

Because her suit ran on electricity too.

She sank onto her back, lying on the pavement to stare at the sky. Her fingers hovered over the failsafe switch on her belt, already prepping for a manual reboot. She didn’t press it yet. Not until she had to.

Her unaltered voice whispered into the air, “Dumb move. Should’ve recalibrated the charge field before flinging the EMP…”

She wiped a smear of something off her mask--ash, maybe. Or soot. Or blood. She wasn’t checking yet.

The voices were getting louder now. People were stepping closer again. Cell phones raised. Flashlights flickering in the dark. That low murmur of “who are they?” threading through the crowd like smoke.

She hated that part.

A pair of teenage girls whispered near the food truck.

“They just--took him down. Alone.”

“I thought they were a myth.”

She let her hand drop to her belt. Thumb brushed the manual override.

Three seconds. That’s all it would take.

One… two…

“Are you okay?”

A face--that was getting more and more familiar by the months--intruded on her stargazing. Her eyes snapped toward it behind the fogging visor.

He was kneeling beside her now, face pinched with worry, scanning her for injuries like he didn’t know if she bled under the armor.

Then, a sharp jolt coursed through her suit--minor, expected. Like CPR for tech. The visor’s interface blinked twice, then steadied. The filter hissed back to life.

Her limbs jerked slightly from the reboot.

His face grew more concerned seeing her twitch on the ground. And, she groaned, this time through the modulator. Mechanical again.

Vireo’s head turned slightly, mask glinting under the broken light above. “I’m rebooting. Not dying. Relax.”

“Wha- what happened? It’s like you just killed his battery. And your’s,” he spluttered.

“EMP. Collateral damage. I knew what I was doing,” she sighed, slowly pushing herself back up.

He moved to help, but she waved him off.

“I’m fine,” Vireo dismissed any hint of his worry. She glanced behind him, seeing the girl he was with earlier. “Go back to your date.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Don’t make this a thing.” She straightened herself out and grabbed her sword off the ground. “Go before the questions start overflowing her pretty little head.”

Mark glanced over his shoulder. Amber was still half-hidden behind a market stall, wide-eyed, staring at both of them like they were pieces in a game she didn’t know she was playing.

When he looked back, Vireo was already stepping back toward the incapacitated villain, tossing another device onto his dim body.

“...You saved her,” Mark whispered before she fully left. “Thank you.”

Vireo paused. Just for a second. Pretending that she was just waiting for the field around Kursk to activate.

The device beeped once. A soft hum vibrated off the concrete as the localized stasis field activated--locking Kursk’s twitching form in place like he’d been pinned under invisible ice.

But she didn’t move yet.

Didn’t look back.

She just shrugged.

“She seems nice.”

<<next chp>>

<3 -> @jiyeons-closet @heiankyonoeiyuukun

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jvnluaa · 26 days ago

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Operation Stop the Delulu

Part 2 of ''That's My Man... You Just Don't Know it Yet''

It started with a moodboard.

A cursed, romantic, painfully sparkly moodboard.

You’d made it in Canva. There were heart overlays, glowy effects, and a custom header that said “LEOPIKA 4LIFE <3” in Comic Sans.

Leorio found it when you accidentally left it open on the shared library computer.

He blinked once. Then twice.

“…Is that me… in a flower crown?”

There was a photo of him squinting at his textbook, another of Kurapika sipping tea with his usual bored expression. In between were sparkles, angel wings, quotes like “opposites attract”, and “he’s sunshine, he’s moonlight.”

Leorio stared.

He hadn’t even known you knew how to use Canva.

Then you came running back with a bag of chips, beaming. “Omg did it save?! I was adding this one quote where Kurapika says he’d die for you, and I put it over a picture of him looking really sad in grayscale—”

Leorio raised an eyebrow.

“…Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you… think Kurapika’s in love with me?”

You nodded earnestly. “Leorio. Please. He literally told you he’d follow you anywhere.”

“He was talking about the mission!”

You gasped. “Exactly. A mission of the heart.”

Leorio paused.

Then slowly—suspiciously—he turned to look across the room, where Kurapika was sitting in his usual corner of the library, quietly highlighting notes like he hadn’t spent the last three years in a constant state of quiet suffering.

“…Huh,” Leorio muttered. “Y’know what. Stay here.”

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you gonna go tell him you love him back?!”

“YEAH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT.”

[Two Minutes Later – Library Corner of Anguish]

Kurapika didn’t even glance up when Leorio dropped into the seat across from him.

“You need to stop,” Leorio said immediately.

Kurapika blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Y/N. You need to stop hiding this crap from her. You’re in love with her, man.”

Kurapika stiffened.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” Leorio hissed, pointing an accusing finger. “You wear that girl’s lost hoodie like it’s body armor. You follow her around like a golden retriever with a PhD. She touches your arm and you look like you got blessed by God himself.”

Kurapika went very, very still.

Leorio lowered his voice. “Dude. She made a shipping moodboard. With me. I’m in a flower crown. There are quotes. Quotes. I can’t come back from that.”

Kurapika buried his face in his hands. “…I know.”

“She thinks we’re in love.”

“I KNOW.”

Leorio blinked. “And you’re just gonna let her stay delulu?”

Kurapika mumbled something into his palms.

“What?”

“I said,” Kurapika repeated, face redder than a tomato in hell, “I would rather she ship me with you than not think of me at all.”

Leorio stared at him for a solid ten seconds.

Then slammed the table.

“BRO.”

“Lower your voice—”

“BRO. That’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard.”

Kurapika groaned and dropped his head onto the desk.

“She thinks I’m the seme,” Leorio continued, like he was grieving. “I have zero dominance. I sobbed during Kung Fu Panda. I can’t live like this.”

“Then help me fix it,” Kurapika said, eyes half-dead. “Please.”

“…You’re serious?”

“I’m desperate.”

Leorio leaned in, eyes gleaming.

“Okay. Operation ‘Stop the Delulu.’ We get her to fall for you, the way you already fell for her.”

“…How?”

“Easy. You act like a BL protagonist, but make her the other lead.”

Kurapika stared. “That’s the most unhinged thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s called strategy.”

[Later That Week – Operation in Progress]

You: “Why is Kurapika standing outside in the rain holding an umbrella like a tortured poet?”

Leorio: “He’s waiting to walk you to class.”

You: “Oh my god. That’s so Leorio-coded of him. He really is just like you.”

Leorio, deadpan: “You’re beyond help.”

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evanesceki · 9 months ago

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hey babe :3 u said reqs r open so i hv an idea!! make like a fic w gunwook n its highschool volleyball au where u both r the captains of the boys n girls teams idk how to explain it.. also do u think miumuras is a good username for my blog cs im gna change it once my smau is overrr

this ask is so old, omg im so sorry!

f!vbcap!reader x vbcap!rival!gunwook . fluff . no tw . rlly rlly cringe...

"gunwook." you say as you look up at him. "yn." he replies smiling, making fun of your seriousness. it really wasn't a big deal in his opinion, all he did was steal your court. "this is our court, we were here first." you state, trying to focus on his eyes and not the obvious smirk on his face, "yet you all left to get ice cream. meaning free opportunity, so i took it." he says, leaning down to get closer to your face.. you flinch away, scrunching your face up in the process. "bullshit. we booked this court a week ago! i'm getting coach." gunwooks smirk fades as he grabs your hand stopping you from walking away, "don't. fine, we'll give you the court, but only for today. don't keep expecting me to be nice." you scoff, watching him walk away 'what is he? some villian?' "alright, girls! on the court!" you hear your coach call out.

you walked out of the school, looking up at the heavy rain. quietly, you curse at yourself for not bringing an umbrella. "fuck. guess i'll have to run" you huff, annoyed since you're still sore from practice. "need help?" you hear from behind you. turning around you're face to face with the captain of the boys volleyball team, and your worst enemy. gunwook. 'great. just my luck.' you turn back around, rolling your eyes. "no. gunwook. i dont need your help." taking off your backpack you carry it above you as you step out into the pouring rain. "holy shit! its fucking cold!" you scream out, hearing giggles behind you, "do you need help now?" gunwook says, walking next to you with his umbrella dawning only above him. torturing you seemed like his favorite hobby. "oh fuck off dude. i dont wanna play today." you yell, walking faster than him.

it had been 10 minutes since you left the school, slowly hating how far away your home is from the school. weirdly enough, gunwook was still next to you walking with his umbrellla. you had passed by many people, staring at the two of you wondering why one of you was drenched in water, while the other remained dry. "fuck! fine I need your help!" you screamed in a last effort. the rain had gotten even worse. "okay!" gunwook said, instantly pushing himself closer to you. "feel better now, sweetheart?" gunwook smirks, "whatever, shut up and walk." you say shoving his side. you cant lie, his presence had been comforting. "say, do you really walk this far? everyday?" he asks, you nod before answering him. "i live this far, idiot." he laughs, looking down. "you're really pretty." he says randomly, a blush creeping on both your faces causes an awkward tension. "... you too." 'FUCK!' "you too?? can't even say thank you, huh?" he smirks, "shut up, i'll take that back too." yeah, maybe his presence wasn't so bad.

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unicorn-virus-syndrome · 5 months ago

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Felt a little bored so here are some incorrect quotes! (Mostly about the Jury of Nine because I’m going insane about them lately. Could take place either in Mystreet or Minecraft Diaries.)

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Zane: Time for plan G. Jeffory: Don’t you mean plan B? Zane: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Ivan: What about plan D? Zane: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Janus: What about plan E? Zane: I’m hoping not to use it. Katelyn dies in plan E. Ivy: I like plan E. Katelyn: >:/

——— Zane: Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat Janus: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Zane: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you! :] Lillian: Actually I did the math, Janus would have $225, not $0.15. Janus: Fam I’m right here…. Katelyn: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda. Jeffory: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Katelyn: Sorry I only have a dollar. Jeffory: :[ Iavn: Hey I just realized Lillian is right, Janus would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent. Katelyn: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice. Ivy: You can buy anything you want with $22,500? Ivan: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice. Ivy: Apply juice to what??? Katelyn: Directly to the forehead Zane: Great chat everyone.

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Jeffory: I've got a weapon, and I'm… admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

——— Ivan: eh, I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

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Jeffory, skipping rocks on a lake with Katelyn: It’s such a beautiful evening. Katelyn: Yeah, it is. Katelyn: whispering Take that you fucking lake.

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Ivy: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?! Zane: Alright. Ivan: Hey, I- Ivy: SHUT UP! Ivan: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!! Zane: It was bound to be stupid.

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While planning to break in somewhere Janus: Hey, let's do "Get Help!" Zane: What? Janus: "Get Help." Zane: No. Janus: C'mon, you love it! Zane: I hate it. Janus: It's great! It works every time! Zane: It's humiliating. Janus: Do you have a better plan? Zane: No. Janus: We're doing it! Zane: We are not doing "Get Help!" A Minute Later Janus, carrying Zane: Get help! Please! He’s dying! Help him! throws Zane at guards, knocking them out Janus: Ahh, classic! Zane: gets up I still hate it. It's humiliating. Janus, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

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Jeffory; Isn’t it a bit dangerous? Ivy: Jeffory, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Jeffory: … Ivy: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Jeffory: … Ivy: Alright, we escaped unhurt once… Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

——— Katelyn: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy! Katelyn: Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, Ivy. Fuck you Ivy, you know what you did!

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Zenix: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella! Zenix opens his umbrella while indoors Sasha: Zenix, that’s bad luck… Jeffory: Chill out, dude!- Ghost Janus, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?! Zenix, Sasha, and Gene: SCREAMS

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Lillian: What's with the new hat? Ivy: Oh, this? It's nothing. Janus: It's the loudest nothing I ever saw. Katelyn: Ivy, you just can't mosey in here with a brand-new hat and act like you're not wearing a brand-new hat. Ivy: Look, I'm trying something new, okay? Just take it easy. Ivan: She’s right, guys. Come on, let's not go down this path. It's ugly… Kinda like that hat– Ivy: I got this from a nice store! Ivan: What store? The one before you exit the Al Capone Museum? Zane, entering the room: Good Evening— Ivy? Did you just finish Bling Ring-ing Bruno Mars' closet? Ivy: I'm being brave, okay? You guys are sheep. You may want to take a long, hard look in the mirror. Katelyn: Better us than you. You look like a park ranger from a cartoon. Ivy: Jeffory, do you think the hat looks bad? Jeffory: Oh, uh, me? Um, I… I wouldn't say it was bad. Like, I think it's just different, like something you would wear in Indiana… Jones and the Temple of Bad Hats.

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Janus: Dude, we can get mythical animals! Maybe I’ll get a penguin! Lillian: Penguins are real. Janus: That’s the spirit, Lillian! They’re real to me too!

——— Ivy: I feel awful about killing you. Katelyn: … Ivy: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

——— Jeffory: You know you can die from that, right? <:[ Ivan: smoking a cigarette. That’s the point. Katelyn: drinking alcohol. We’re trying to speed this up. Lillian: Eating raw cookie dough and nodding.

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Zane: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh… Lillian, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you? Zane, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES??? Ó_Ò

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Katelyn: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem. Janus: :] Ivan: >:D Lillaim: ….Slowly gives a thumbs up.

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Ivan; Lucinda has no idea I’m high. Lucinda: ..You’re high? Ivan: Oh, I’m sorry. Ivan, leaning over to Lillian: Lucinda has no idea I’m high.

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Zane: What’s your greatest weakness? Lillian: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Zane: Could you give an example? Lillian: Yes, I could.

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In the Early Days of The Jury of Nine Katelyn: Fight me! Ivy: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Ivy: Fight me for the rest of our lives? Katelyn: 0///0 Jeffory: …Well this can’t be healthy. Ivan: Oh absolutely not this can only go down in flames.

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Ivy: Tell them to eat shit, Lillian. Lillian: Tell them yourself. Ivy: Eat shit, asshole. Fall off your horse.

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Ivan, handing a balloon to Lillian: I have no soul. Have a good day! Lillian, walking off: I don't have one either.

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Lillian: What's wrong with you? Ivan: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Zane: My favorite thing about big dogs is that when you push them over, they're all like "Oh, I'm lying down now! Someone might scratch my stomach! I might nap! Endless possibilities!" Zane: …whereas, when you push little dogs over, they're all like, "Vengeance! Death before dishonor!" Lillian: Is this just your way of describing Janus, the tallest in our friend group, and Ivan, the shortest in our friend group? Zane: Yes.

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Ivy: Aww, what's your dog's name? Aph: Celestia! ^^ Ivy, yelling to Lillian: TRY CELESTIA! Lillian, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Ivy: … Ivy: What's your favorite number?

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Jeffory; Uhh.. Zane just asked if we want to… Jeffory: ”Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?” Lillian, not even looking up from her phone: He’s asking if you wanna cut down Christmas Trees. Jeffory: Oh, that makes more sense.

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Jeffory; I have a problem. Katelyn: Kill it. Ivy: Kill it. Janus: Kill it. Ivan: Kill it. Zane: Kill it. Lillian: Kill it. Jeffory: …Can you all chill for like, two seconds?

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Zane: Where's Janus? Ivy: Don't worry, I'll find them. Ivy, shouting: Zane sucks! Janus, distantly: Zane is the best man to ever live! Fuck you!! Ivy: Found them.

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Zane: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice… Lillian: Sacrifice? I nominate Ivan. Ivan: Wait, what?! Janus: Because you're little, you'll fit on a pentagram. Ivan: I'm 5'9, that’s like the average height in Ru’an! Zane: Its not that kind of sacrifice guys!!!

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Ivy: Janus learned how to fold origami penguins from Lillian the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put the penguins in the fridge.

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Katelyn: Look, Zane, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

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Inde Watches Leverage: Redemption

S02EP05 The Walk in the Woods Job

Yes yes yes I know this is an Eliot backstory episode let’s go.

Yo what up Eliot with the glasses I’ve missed you. I feel like having a photo of thee Eliot Spencer up on your wall though is not something you want? Even though I know Eliot has lots of friends and I’m sure they have photos together anyways haha.

Ahhhh Eliot my heart. Goodness he cries so rarely but when he does. And Parkers face ahhh.

“Still waiting on my umbrella of freedom. And my shower cap of equality.” Breanna my beloved.

“No one should have to go through a friends things alone.” I love you Harry.

A bomb wired to that is crazy.

Parker just coming up with more and more creative ways to get to jump off buildings.

Breanna grabbing the burrito I can’t.

Breanna you’ll learn they all get hit by cars a lot. And dang that guy is a jerk wtf. It’s giving “the 15 minutes job”.

I would wanna burn it down too Breanna I love it.

Harry trying to pick up the safest looking weapon and Eliot still says no.

Goodness gracious the speech from Eliot to Harry I would have cried if someone told me that. (Also love him nabbing a throwing star I know that’s gonna be coming back later).

Oh gosh this is the grossest place ever. “Ren faire for mens rights activists.” Yeah.

Dang this guy is so horrible. At least the general guy is nice with the rams horn. But goodness what cult is this with them making moose horns.

Wait a tree safe is very cool.

Okay when Parker said “everything just got more complicated” they dubbed that and poorly

Oop sniper is actually the dead guy. I mean I knew he wasn’t dead but okay.

Okay continues to be dubbed oddly?

Goodness once again my heart I cannot. I get why the guy did it but also not the move. And Eliot wouldn’t have done that you right.

No wonder the mark keeps repeating that story he’s gotta keep the lie straight that he stole the valor of four of his dead men and really the rest of his team who didn’t freeze.

Harry I love you.

Sophie you basically just proposed to Parker saying that.

Breanna you are saving the world.

Look out for foreign objects. Massive pile of the wrong grass in the middle of the path right in front of them is so obvious.

Ew Parker I knew that would not be the key to pickup after that.

I love how this actor always plays like the most annoying guys.

Aw yay Harry got to participate.

Ouch Parker.

Guys you’re trained soldiers and you cannot see a guy in a grass suit walking off??

What is this ren faire show??? I cannot with this place but Parker looks good and such an amazing key lift.

Oh no Sophie.

Oh yes let’s use his name. Let’s get this guy scared. Loving how you’re describing Eliot Sophie.

IM SCREAMING HARRY HAHHAHAHAHA

There’s a plaque that says no urinating near the big tree I cannot.

Harry channeling his inner Eliot by just growling I love it.

I KNOW THIS IS SERIOUS BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD. THIS IS HARRYS GREATEST GRIFT.

Parker the most amazing use of an unconscious guys hand.

Eliot being actually offended like Eliot I’m sorry everyone has impersonated you at this point this is what you sound like now.

Why when Sophie says doctor it sounds like dog door?

Okay wouldn’t there have been a bullet in the chamber though.

GENERAL GROVE DUDE WHAT. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU THOUGH.

Can’t be a leader of an army with no army buddy.

Hot dogs in Detroit such a specific restaurant request Parker.

“let’s see if you can hold this bridge.” STONE COLD ELIOT I LOVE YOU.

“SO THAT MEANS YOURE PISSING ON THE EGGS DUDE” that’s crazy omg

“This is how it ends…” Sophie quoting and Breanna your “our Eliot” I love you

Oo yes I love that they got all the phones.

Eliot my beloved this episode was amazing. Also with Harry. That is all.

#once again ate half a box of chicken in bisket for this episode #I was locked in #leverage #leverage redemption #inde watches leverage #inde watches leverage redemption #inde watches #the walk in the woods job

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 1 year ago

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s2 episode 13 "irresistible" thoughts

so i read the description of this episode and i was thinking to myself, yeah, this one seems believable. i keep loosely acquainted with the drama of the funeral world, and after learning of the harvard morgue scandal of last summer, i was like. well. the truth echoes art, i guess.

but that was the POINT of the episode- that the real world is scary, even without vampires and bigfoot!

so we begin with a funeral for a poor little girl. and it is an open casket, which is upsetting, and these little kids that i assume were her classmates are looking in. and then to make it even MORE upsetting, this creepy man working the event shows up and starts... touching her hair...

boy, i hope that child actress got a fat check for that very uncomfy bit part.

next we see a man eating an ice pop in the embalming room, to which i say: king. and he's hearing some weird stuff, and who emerges but... donnie!

(donnie's the guy who was stroking her hair... and he's holding scissors... and the girl's hair is scattered all over the floor...)

donnie briefly morphed into a demon, and ice pop man banishes donnie from his realm upon realizing he cut the little girl's hair. he says "i should report you" but i don't think he actually did.

(PRO TIP: if you are in a workplace where this type of event happens, please do file a report)

anyway. agent time. they're arriving in a graveyard. and i saw a gif this morning of mulder lifting the caution tape up so scully can get her umbrella in!!! it is suuuuch a cute moment. and a tiny consolation for the agony the rest of this episode produced.

the policeman is blabbering on about aliens and says to mulder, "you know andy" and he says "no i don't" "well, he knows you" which is sooooo funny. another example of mulder being famous amongst the nerd population.

poor scully looks absolutely horrified at this little girl's desecrated body...

and while the policeman thinks it's aliens, which may be a first, mulder does not, which again may be a first, because he says he's seen cases like this before

"you okay, scully?" he asks, noticing that she is Not Okay, but seeming unsure of how to approach the situation. she insists that she is, and perhaps he accepts this at face value.

they share an umbrella <3 but whilst doing this she's deeply shaken, and says she's surprised he isn't bothered. he says he prepared himself, and i thought he was going to elaborate on what preparing yourself for a case like this looks like, but he didn't

and she's shocked that they drove all the way here for a case that isn't aliens... why did we come here then?

because he got them tickets to a football game. LMAOOOOO this man........... football date night. it does not sound pleasurable to me but maybe watching his nerdy face light up would make up for the misery. i was giggling here. he wanted to take her out and show her his culture.

okay so now we're back to donnie. he's applying for a new job. he says he used to be a cosmetologist.

NOOOOO they had to miss their game because there are more bodies dug up and violated... and since this took place in the 90's they didn't even have facebook marketplace to try and sell their tickets beforehand... this is truly a devastating loss </3

and did they show a football player with the same name as the dude who runs this show... you can't sneak that stuff by me...

scully has to walk out after seeing the pictures of the crime scene and i'm already so deeply sad for her but oh boy, past me, wait a bit and see where all this goes!

mulder says that the police need to put an alert out NOW and the policeman is all "well we don't have a whole lot of guys on the squad so it might take awhile :(" THEN HURRY??? mulder says he thinks this dude is gonna kill someone and you're gonna complain about lack of resources???? WORK OVERTIME???

poor scully is sososo shaken and mulder pops his head out to where she was sitting... he says he'll cancel their plane tickets so they can stay longer and she's just staring out into the distance... SOMEONE HELP MY QUEEN PLEASE

then we get a glasses and takeout moment as the agents come up with a profile for a guy who steals body parts from dead people

donnie sees a woman on the side of the road- a working woman, if you will- and he takes her back to his place. and this woman is sooo pretty. but he's running her a bath and marty i'm scared.

(wait i just realized i can straight up insert the reaction images i'm referring to on here)

HE IS OBSESSED WITH HAIR... first the little girl's, and now he asks this woman if she needs shampoo for chemically treated hair...

he goes to take a phone call- congrats, you got the job- and she sees his room is FILLED with wreaths from funerals. and she might be naked but i was still yelling at the screen GIRL YOU NEED TO RUN!!!!!!

well. we cut to body time. so we know how that went. it is a spectacularly bloody body. and our freak has escalated from desecrating graves to killing real people.

mulder wants to go look at the body and asks scully to come but she can't bring herself to do it. WHY IS NO ONE NOTICING THE STRESS SHE IS IN. HOW CAN WE TAKE STEPS TO AID HER.

(i think that mulder is trying his best to Not Make A Big Deal out of her visible distress to make her feel better, and instead just gives her space and respects her lack of desire to discuss the whole thing. because there is no way he doesn't actually notice)

now donnie is on the job as a grocery deliveryman. which i am familiar with as i do use doordash occasionally. but the woman whose house he's delivering too just. LETS HIM IN??? to pack up the groceries. is this how the job worked at the time... can anyone confirm or deny... because i'm trying to imagine welcoming the doordash or instacart guy coming in and putting the food away for me... and i feel my skin crawl... what a textbook murder situation...

and if that isn't bad enough, the woman tells donnie they have 3 daughters and leave the backdoor open........ this does not bode well for the plot....

he asks to go to their bathroom and he digs through their trash to find a clump of hair and he SNIFFS it and then pockets it... we need someone to deal with this man with a QUICKNESS.

scully is in autopsy mode now, and unlike her usual very professional self, she looks like she is going to pass out conducting this one. which is remarkable because she has seen some nasty stuff, but this is what puts her over the edge.

in her report, she's writing about how every autopsy tells the story of a life, and that being killed for someone to take a piece of your body is perhaps the most dehumanizing death imaginable

someone who saw this freak donnie says that he looked like an ordinary guy, so this is gonna be a tough search. so mulder is going into deep psychoanalysis mode, saying it must be driven by a very intense hatred of women. which seems fair. i'll trust the oxford trained fellow.

now donnie is in class and he sees a woman and we know what's coming, but when he approaches her and tries to get creepy, she kicks him away and manages to run!!!! thank god honestly we could use a victory.

the phone wakes up scully from a nightmare where she sees the same demon we saw earlier and also SHE was the one on the autopsy table- but mulder says they have a suspect at the station. and i'm like, yes! they're gonna get him!

but it isn't him that they get! they brought someone else in, and we SEE donnie watching their interview moment and this was the narrative taunting me

mulder can no longer try and ignore scully being so on edge, and he says "scully, if you're having trouble with this case, i want you to tell me" and my first reaction was, king, do you have eyes, she has been about to collapse this whole time. but now i see he is doing the best he can to put the ball in her court, and yet she STILL denies it. lies straight to his face.

"i'm not having trouble", she says <- okay so we all see that this isn't true but i respect that he's trying to be mindful of her boundaries. however i would have been like hey queen let's get you out of here <3

"i just don't want you to think you have to hide anything from me", he says, and i kiss each of my fingers like i just savored a delicious meal, because that is EXACTLY what i wanted this man to say. mmm angst. just what i had ordered.

so donnie is asking the guy who DID get questioned what they were talking to him about, and what their names were, and he remembers scully's name because she has the same name as a baseball announcer i guess? and then they let the donnie go -_-

she goes back to DC to get a fingerprint read on the body but says something about maybe not flying back to the case that night... she did NOT want to be there!!!!!

at this point we learn that the FBI has an on sight therapist, which honestly makes perfect sense... but man. this scene.

she's referring to herself in the second person, talking about how you have to become used to seeing death in med school and in fbi, and she's distancing herself to try and cope. and the therapist brings up losing her father and her coma, and asks if she feels uncomfortable with her partner, and she's like no, i trust him with my life.

wow. that's incredible. but!

"i don't want him to feel like he has to protect me"

and i cannot imagine a world in which mulder, the protector, would ever NOT try and guard those he loves like some sort of snarling beast. but she must still feel horrible after just coming out of a coma, and he had been so scared to welcome her back, let her come on the missions, she had to PROVE herself, and she can't make herself feel guilty knowing he'll see her as something to protect.

(as if there was ever going to be another way)

so yeah i was basically barking at the screen here.

she says she's lost faith, and she needs it back. and where do you get faith these days?

but, while she was away, they found a print. she calls mulder to tell him this and decides that she'll fly back that night.

"anyway, you could use my help" "always" <- what if i started crying.

but someone called for her while she was away... and i knew it was that donnie freak........... foreshadowing....

so the agents trace the prints to donnie and bust into his house, where they find his endless funeral wreaths and even a FINGER in the fridge, but no donnie

and this is just as scully is arriving from the airport AND DONNIE IS STALKING HER. and i wrote, donnie, i will get u with my bare hands.

and he HITS HER CAR and DRIVES HER OFF OF THE ROAD and then mulder comes to the scene and they find her car but no SCULLY

back at donnie's place, he is running a bath and my screen was dark enough to see my face in the reflection and it could best be described as looking like that dizzy emoji. "oh girl i am UNCOMFY", i wrote, but in a sort of horror way that you expect from the genre.

she's tied up in his closet and sees him as a DEMON again which is more evidence that she has had to endure SO MUCH and i'm getting duane berry flashbacks with the gag in her mouth and i'm feeling a profound level of defensiveness for a person who does not exist

mulder is stressed, there are no witnesses, and he's pissed, he says "there are people that can videotape police beatings on darkened streets, they manage to spot elvis in 3 cities across america every day, but no one saw a pretty woman being forced off the road in her rental car"

AUGHHHH his bloodhound nature, need to find answers, is kicking in again.

(and also he thinks she's pretty)

so back at donnie's place, he is approaching rapidly with a knife, and mulder is sleuthing. the car they found was donnie's mother's car, so maybe they're at donnie's mother's place... but he is PICKING UP THE KNIFE AS MULDER SPEAKS

he ASKS ABOUT HER HAIR to properly shampoo it which is SO FREAKY but she manages to BREAK AWAY by shoving him into the tub. yes yes those FBI agent skills are kicking in!!!

shes hiding and he yells "there's no way out, girly girl" which briefly took me out of the scene because i just know that he would have said "girly pop" if the writers had their hands on that phrase and it was distracting but still. STILL.

she's hiding in the closet and he opens the door and she SPRAYS HIM WITH ROACH SPRAY and runs and they're tussling about when...

MULDER BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR and sees her!!!! he's calling for paramedics while the policemen take care of donnie

and the first thing she says to him is "i'm okay", reassuring him despite her awful situation, perhaps referring to her mostly uninjured body, but she's shaking like a leaf, and she just keeps saying that she's fine, she's fine, until he lifts her chin up to look at her face...

and she starts SOBBING into his chest. he's got his fingers in her hair and he's mumbling "it's okay" to her again and again and. i could feel my heart melting. i was a mere puddle of a human being at this moment. it's okay. it's okay.

there is something i think you will understand that is so rich about seeing characters hit their breaking point. it tells the audience so much about them- here we see that scully's biggest fear is the evil that lies in the ordinary, in the idea that anyone could be a monster, that this is a world of constant fear, and how do you try and rationalize the things that humanity is capable of doing? how do you walk down the street knowing that someone, anyone that passes you by could be a devil, metaphorically speaking? and she doesn't have the luxury of believing that it could be some outside force- some aliens, or evil vampires- manipulating people into doing their bidding, like mulder does. she knows that it is flesh and blood people that she sees everyday at the grocery store or next door or even those she autopsies, that do horrific things. and that there is a capacity for that in anyone, and no way to keep yourself or those you love entirely safe. what is there in this cold world of facts if there isn't faith? and again, where do you get more faith when you run out?

(and, of course, her deep and terrible fear of needing protection. needing to rely on someone that isn't just herself. of inadequacy. how scary that must be for a person who sees the terror in the rest of the world)

so yeah. love to see a character break. and i love it even MORE when we get to see someone they love comfort them. hurt/comfort trope remains undefeated.

the episode ends with mulder writing the case report and talking of very similar things as i just rambled on about- about humans being demons, and demons being what humanity comes up with to explain that- but this is delivered over a slideshow of donnie's childhood pictures to emphasize how he was just the boy next door, except that honestly he looked like young sheldon. so i was a bit taken out of the whole thing.

so yeah. this episode did not leave me with the warmest and fuzziest of feelings, but in terms of horror it was definitely one of the scariest so far, again because the entire lack of supernatural causes. i mean you could choose to interpret that this guy genuinely WAS a demon, but i think that defeats the purpose of the episode and scully's character study we get as a result. i was spooked, but we still had some good moments, such as attempted football date.

overall, i thought this episode was great. and we could talk about how the creepy killer was super queer coded, and discuss if this was done in bad faith, which could be an interesting conversation- but i find it not entirely relevant to the overarching theme. like, the scary part was that he wanted to keep your fingers, not that he called scully "girly girl", and i didn't get the sense that those two things were being equated in the episode.

now give me 10 beach episodes, or perhaps a journey to a museum, or a spa, or the mountains, or an ice-skating trip with matching scarves worn by our agents, or a day at the mall. really i don't ask for a lot!

#scully my beloved #and mulder also my beloved who is doing his absolute best #trying to think what i would do if i were in his situation because you KNOW scully does not want someone to feel bad for her #and trying to tell her to stay away from the case will only piss her off even if you genuinely have the purest of intentions #and she's too smart to try and trick by saying “oh they need you back at hq to do this certain thing”#so yeah i see why he did what he did. tried to let her talk about it on her own. why would she lie to him after everything?#sigh. but she does! they're so entangled within each other #can't tell him she's scared because he'll worry. can't tell her he can see she's scared because he'll come off overbearing.#hopefully after this they will COMMUNICATE in an honest manner #like y'all have seen each other shot and in comas and soaked in blood. feelings r gonna be okay i promise.#juni's x files liveblog #2x13 #the x files #txf

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alicepao13 · 8 months ago

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Hudson and Rex S03E05 - Prescription Rex

How many times can you whump Charlie before you have to whump Rex too?

This is a corner of the house we don't see often but it's assumed that down those stairs is the bedroom which we'll never see lol

And this is the first time we see the interior of Charlie's new house.

"Is my dog broken?"

Rex's dramatic sigh is so human!

I hate it here.

The fact that Jesse says that he knows a woman, and Charlie's first question is, "Does she have a record?" is hilarious.

Sarah: "How close is close?" Jesse: "...Close." Sarah: "Oh. Close." And then she look at Charlie.

Jesse: "Seeing as I already know Dana..." Sarah: "Closely?" Stop it you two, I'm trying to focus on the upcoming whump.

Poor baby!

I will forever hate the fact that they didn't show anything from the moment Charlie realizes that something's seriously wrong with Rex to the moment where Rex has already been treated for the drugs he accidentally sniffed. This would have been the most angsty moment! And having seen something similar on Kommissar Rex, I know it would have been good.

"Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Sure you are.

"Listen, Rex was injured in the line of duty, and I know that he is more than a partner to you. So, it's okay to be worried about him." "I know." Charlie trying to avoid dealing with any kind of feelings and instead choosing to focus on his job is actually very on brand with him. And also sad. And even sadder that this rarely gets acknowledged. The depth of these characters is constantly sacrificed to keep the tone of the show light, so that it can remain "family friendly". It doesn't matter that they slap fifty years' worth of trauma to them if they are seen to shake it off by the end of the episode.

"He suffered a drug overdose." "A what?" My thoughts exactly when I watched it the first time.

"I just had no idea what was going on. I didn't... think to use it". Cue guilt-ridden Charlie. That's the stuff.

"I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. Not gonna happen again, though. I don't know what I'd do without you". While I'm not particularly moved by the scene of Charlie talking to Joe, once he goes in the room with Rex and talks to him, that gets me good. And I think it might have been the point too, to show how Charlie tries to be his normal self when he talks to his boss (yes, Joe is a good friend but he's still his boss), trying to project professionalism and also trying to keep it together, and then once he starts talking to Rex, he falters a bit. The mask slips a little. Subtle things since they think the show wouldn't survive anything else. God forbid an actual meltdown.

That's so cute. I forgot to mention that the music is also nice. I think it's the same track that plays when Sarah falls asleep on Charlie in S04E01. How it can possibly fit both scenes... eh, it does, okay? It actually does.

I want it to be on record that Sarah seems more worried about Rex than she was about Charlie drowning in the previous episode lol

"I wish Rex was here." "Yeah, me too." Worried parents.

We get to see Sarah's car in this episode.

I think Charlie and Sarah only drunk beers alone before they became a couple, and after they did they switched to wine. There's a season and a half to go through until then, though. I will be looking closely lol

Why do I always forget that he admits he's freaked out? Not that anyone could tell. Sarah can, though. And the fact that Charlie doesn't even bother denying it is because there would be no point. He can't really hide from her. The only thing he can apparently hide from her is his feelings for her.

Nooo, don't talk about pets dying. Rex will live forever, you said so!

I really like their hug.

Who dares to interrupt their non-date??? They were about to order Thai. I like how bummed Sarah looks.

Jesse's hug goes... a little bit different than Charlie and Sarah's.

Dude, whacking him in the face with that umbrella? He'd have a nasty scar. They didn't even show him bleed.

Rex getting all the attention he deserves as he gets back on duty.

Well, now it looks like it hurts. Jesse whump!

Jesse mistaking Charlie's concern for surprise about the notebook belonging to Dana... Crazy thought, what if you all went to therapy?

It will be forever hilarious how much more accurately this show portrays cryptocurrency use compared to other more popular crime shows. I insist that someone is a fan. (Bitcoin's on the rise!)

"She hugged you?" Yeah, and then she whacked him. So don't get too excited.

"This is where Dana hugged Jesse before she hit him, partner." Oh my god, why would you even say it like that? Yes, this is an actual quote of what Charlie said.

I like that Charlie would let Jesse take initiative and he was closely by in case Dana decided to hit him again.

Ohh, nice shot.

"The Jesse I knew never would become a cop". Interesting. What would he have become?

"Why is it always a dumpster, Rex?" Because that's where people dump things?

So this is "training", huh?

Jesse getting into even more trouble. I can understand why they made him an actual cop, he has to be able to defend himself from bad juju somehow.

Dana actually did give the digital wallet once Jesse's life was threatened. So, points for that.

And Rex gets to be a hero again.

Jesse get to be invited to Dana's apartment. You better not whack the boy again. Unless he asks.

Proud parents lol

I can't say I was that interested in the case in its core but everything else about this episode was great. And that's what actually matters.

#the great hudson and rex rewatch of 2024

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oikawa-s-milkbread · 2 years ago

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Prank

Pairing/s : Sanzu x Reader

Warning/s : cursing, Sanzu being a dumbest dude on a daily basis. fluff

A/N : idea came when I was staring at the droplets of the rain on my window, thought that cuddling is the best when it's raining.

It's Saturday. The day Sanzu took a day off to spend his pretty little time with his darling, YN.

You two were just cuddling on the sofa as you are holding your phone while watching random videos on TikTok. A random video pops up.

You know those videos where there's a girl taking her baby out of the bed while showing only her huge butt or a girl climbing off the swimming pool rail and showing her massive tits? And then a stitch coming where a random person asks the viewer what color the baby's shirt or what color is the umbrella behind the swimsuit girl? Yeah that kind of video pops up. You already knew that video, you've seen it before. A thought suddenly came to your mind. You will definitely try it to Sanzu.

You paused the video before it even start and looked at the pinknette. You squint your eyes when you saw him grinning and raising his eyebrows in a playful way “Have you seen this video?” His smile turned into a frown, “What? Of course not. I don't have time for that.” Clearly, he's right. He's just so busy with his job on Bonten and for sure he doesn't have time to sit still and watch this crazy videos on internet.

“My, my YN, and here I thought you're gonna ask me to do 'it'”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks and you lightly slap his arm “W–what? I would never! How could you think that?” how does this Bonten's own dumbest think that? For sure, he is the one who will come crawling to you when he's horny. Not the other way around.

“Well, I thought you got tired of watching videos and you'll ask me to do 'it' because your face says so”

“Oh my god! You're unbelievable, Haru.” you facepalm and your attention went to your phone. “Anyways, you need to watch this video. I think this is for you” you smirk.

You thought this video will help you get a reaction from Sanzu. Well, you've been watching random videos on internet, showing it to Sanzu hoping to get a funny reaction or face from him. A meme, a jump scare, a clip from a horror movie, any videos that you thought a normal person will react to.

But you're awfully wrong. Sanzu is no normal. We all know that.

You put your phone near the pinknette's face, showing him the video and clicking the play button.

The video plays and a stitch came, showing a man saying “what color was the baby's shirt?”

You paused the video and looks at him.

“So? What color was the baby's shirt, Haru?” you smirk, waiting for his answer. His eyes widened and your grin widened when you saw his reaction. You are screaming internally because finally. FINALLY. You will see his funny face.

He suddenly looks up, a sign that he's thinking, “Well, it was red, baby. How could you not see that? Your eyesight must be bad. You need to be checked.” you frowned at his answer. You are not expecting that he will get the right answer!

“What? H–How? How did you know?” now he's frowning too, confused because of your sudden question. He looks at you like you're the dumbest earthling in the earth.

“What do you mean how did I know? Duh? We watched the video. YN even though you're smart, sometimes you are really dumb. Guess nerds like you can be dumb sometimes, huh? Well, i guess it's okay since you're my pretty little dumb girl~♡” the duh got you.

“No, I was expecting that you don't know the answer!” you made angry noises. Now, you're sulking.

He looks at you, still confused. “I thought you won't know! because you will focus on the girl's butt not on her surroundings. You're so dumb, Haruchiyo.” you said. You flip yourself, showing your back to him.

“aaahh, I get it. You thought that I will drool over that bitch' dump? No, darling ♡ I am loyal! What do you think of me? A fuckboy? And for the record, I was staring at the baby, you know?” his hands snaked their way into your waist, hugging you from the back. “I was wandering how you would look good if you're the one holding a baby. Hmm, it must feel like I am in heaven if that happens.” you could feel his hot breath on your neck. Your face turned red as he continue breathing in your scent.

You weren't expecting this kind of reaction. Your heart flutters when you remember his words just now. Those butterflies in your stomach, well, you prefer calling it 'monsters' because you feel weird. It feels like something or someone is tickling you.

You faced him, looking up, you replied with, “I love you, Haruchiyo.” you buried your face on his massive chest, secretly smelling him so he won't know. You don't want another embarrassment.

Instead of replying to your 'i love you' he said, “Oh? I didn't know you like my scent, sweetheart.” your face heats up even more and you didn't reply. You just hugged him. You stayed like that for about 5 minutes.

You look up to him and you saw him staring, “Wha-” before you finish your sentence, he crashed his seductive lips on yours, exploring every inch of your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours. Those monsters in your stomach begins to flutters again. His right hand went to the back of your head, pushing you to himself. When you two pulled away, a string of saliva between your lips is visible.

He rest his forehead on yours. His ocean like eyes staring deep into your eyes, “I love you so much, YN. Don't ever think I will ever stare at some girl's body. I am contented with yours.” your eyes watered and you gave him your most genuine smile, “How can I look at those girls? When you have this sexy body of yours and this huge tits?” your smile faded when you felt his hands went to your boobs, massaging it, “And your luscious lips that I am very sure could do anything.” he raised his eyebrows playfully.

“Wow, you found another way to ruin a mood, Akashi Haruchiyo” you rolled your eyes.

Although, you are not the type to be jealous with trivial things but thinking that Sanzu may or may not look to other women makes your heart ache.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. You can see his face turning into a tomato.

You won't get tired of this for sure. After what happened, you loved him even more. His stupidity is what you love the most though.

#bonten sanzu #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #sanzu fluff #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo x reader #oiksmilkbread

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gojocumdumpster · 2 years ago

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”Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like.”

I have no clue what the fuck i’m doing..just gonna do another story but for daddy jackie might do a part 2 depending on how i feel and how this story goes. Also sorry for not being active so much school assignments, sports,cooking class,band, ect ect..

Type of story:🎂

Afab reader

Songs to listen to while reading: partition by beyoncé.

You were invited to a pool party by one of your close friends, she had a house to herself and a huge backyard with a pool, hot tub, and some space in the back that had fresh green grass. You been to her house before to hang out and do projects for school and study as-well, this wasn’t new she loved to party. “Hey y/n! You coming to my pool party at 8?!” she said over the phone. “Yeah i’m getting ready right now.” It was 7pm and you were getting ready for the pool party. You had a crush on this dude name Jack. Jack hanma. He was big, buff and tall not many girls or people in general liked him, but on the other hand you did. “I wonder if he’s coming” you said in your head.

You had got up from the couch and headed over to your bedroom, you had went into your closet and saw this cute bathing suit you bought online not so long it was a bikini (in any color) it was your favorite color too. “The baddest bitch is on her way.” you said grabbing the bathing suit. You got done changing and went to go look in the mirror, there you saw a bad bitch with a swimsuit who hugged you tight showing off your curves. You put on sunscreen you grabbed your beach bag that had a towel,sunglasses a hat and your phone. You put a pair of extra clothes over you and headed out, your friend lived in a gated neighborhood you typed in the code and the gates opened.

When driving to your destination you saw huge ass houses that were literally mansions, you pulled into the street she lived at and you instantly knew which house was hers because of how much cars there were and because you’ve been over there countless of times. You parked on the side of the street since her driveway was full, you got out and you could hear the music from the backyard, You walked up to the front door with your purse on your shoulder. You rang the doorbell a couple of times because nobody could hear you but the door opened in the background were people dancing with drinks in there hands, games, food…ect. When you opened the door your friend had opened the door, “Hey y/n! Thanks for coming!!!” she said opening the door for you to come in, you walked in and boy was it crowded.

You went upstairs and into her room and took your extra pair of clothes off and walked off in your bikini. Everyone turned there heads as you were walking outside. Outside had people doing water ballon fights, water guns, people in the hot tubs and the pool. There were also beach chairs with umbrellas that you could rest on, you placed your sunglasses, towel and phone down. You walked towards the pool and sat down on the edge placing on your feet in the water. You were having a blast talking to friends and making jokes. That was until you saw a familiar tall blonde figure walk out. And there he was, Jack hanma had came to the pool party he had swim trunks and a towel.

You friends were smirking at you as they rolled there eyes laughing at you, he had placed his stuff down on a beach chair that was next yours. You were just like a statue staring at him with every chance you had. Jack wasn’t really a social person so it wasn’t very common to see him at places like this. This is your chance y/n. Just get your ass up and go talk to him. You said repeating in your head, you had got up and slowly walked towards him. He was laying down on the beach chair watching everyone. You had walked to him fiddling with your fingers. He had looked away and looked at you and then at your body and back up lifting one eyebrow up at you. “Is it okay if I can sit here?” you said nervously. “Yeah sure.” His voice was always deep, “So what made you come here because I never see you at events like this.” You said confused, “Well I haven’t done anything for a long time so I wanted to see what was the hype about.” He said looking at you.

You guys continued to talk as time passed you started to go checkout the bar with Jack. There you guys talked about y’all’s interests and other things, but that vodka drink got you real good. There were doing karaoke and people were hopping on the stage singing and dancing there hearts out. “Jackkkk I think i’m gonna go on the stage” You said hugging his muscular arm. “Okay have fun” he said chuckling. He watched you in the stage until this one particular song came on. And did you steal the mic? Yes you did. You were singing your heart at and people were cheering you on. Your favorite part was coming on, you saw jack smiling at you crossing his arms. You looked him directly in his eyes and sang. “Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like.”

#baki x reader #pickle baki #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki headcanons #baki the grappler #baki dou #jack hanma #jack hanma x reader

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kamirai-k · 1 year ago

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Now y'all I know that this latest chapter (chapter 153) has been angsty and heart-wrenching but can we just stop and appreciate how much better the art style has gotten and how actually so pretty Yeonwoo is in Haesol's POV like it's stupid it's crazy I haven't been well since I woke up this morning and reread the chapter because are you telling me that even though she thought he was a dude she thought he was the most beautiful person she has ever seen in her life!!!!

Like think about it everyone KANG HAESOL thought Yeonwoo was the most beautiful person she had ever seen!!!

I don't even need her to say it to us you can just tell how absolutely smitten she was from the first moment she saw him based on that first panel!!!

That panel alone of him looking so good like uughhh! That look of surprise and shock as he looks up at her and his big eyes!!!!!

The expression and everything like uuufghhhh! Just oh my God he was Radiating submissive and breedable and I understand her for that because me too!!!

ME FUCKING TOOO!!!

He looked so good in her POV that it's actually wild Haesol is absolutely smitten with him. (LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BABY!) And you don't even have to tell me she is smitten because I can tell.

What is the icing on the cake is that she was so surprised by the intensity of her own feelings that she thought "Okay this isn't okay. I'm going to just never confront these feelings ever". Then she just sees him without his umbrella and says… "Just talking to him won't hurt" (Her fate was sealed then and there)

This just once again reinforces my headcanon that Haesol's intensity when it comes to her feelings for Yeonwoo is so much and so immense that she is terrified of it herself.

Throughout the manhwa, we get glimpses of this! And recently with the way Esol has emphasized the way Haesol stares at Yeonwoo you cannot tell me she is not obsessed with him in the entirely unhealthy way tops are obsessed with their bottoms because it is exactly that. I KNOW THAT LOOK ANYWHERE HAESOL I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE (She's a freak everyone a freak she wants him so bad it's making her insane)

She is entirely obsessed with him in that way and I am actually foaming at the mouth, wheezing, and going batshit insane because it's crazy!!!

Never have I seen someone more down bad and I am actually on cloud nine.

The angst is also great and in my humble opinion, this breakup is a good thing because their relationship started off on the worst footing a relationship could. Yeonwoo confessed to Haesol, sure, and yeah she may have accepted but the things that you typically do when someone confesses to you are things that they did not do.

Haesol did not affirm that she likes him back and instead added the condition that they need to keep their relationship a secret which was going to become the building blocks for Yeonwoo and his insecurity in their relationship.

Yeonwoo for all his monologue about how much he likes her after that moment he never really says it again. Their differing love languages mixed with the fact that they receive love in different ways meant that a breakup was going to happen eventually. ESPECIALLY because they both think so highly of the other and never want to disappoint the other.

So even though this breakup is devastating don't worry cuz they're going to get back together. This is literally their romance they are going to get back together. So all is well yall. It is a good thing that they broke up, however, because now they get to start back at square one of their relationship and they are going to set the necessary foundations needed so their relationship actually flourishes in the future.

In the meantime let's all fan girl but how pretty these two are because come on they're so pretty.

#yeonwoo's innocence #manhwa #romance #shoujo #shoujo manga #shoujo manhwa #anime #manga #yeonsol #josei #josei manga #josei romance #shoujo but roles reversed and it's glorious

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dragonmarquise · 9 months ago

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Do you have any trans hcs for any BRC characters?????

Yes I do!~ :D

This isn't gonna be too terribly long, but I'll put it under a Read More anyways. Also will be including nonbinary headcanons here, since being nonbinary is (usually?) considered a subset of being trans. At least that's my perspective as an agender person. :u

(I realized I was going to also include sexuality for some of these characters, but since you mentioned trans specifically, I'll just cover that here. I can do one for LGBT+ headcanons in general too, maybe as a separate ask/post, if you want!)

Solace is a trans man, which is something I think most of the fandom here on Tumblr agrees on, lol

Mesh is a nonbinary man! In his case he defines it as a combo of nonbinary + trans man, and he's fine with he or they pronouns.

Shine is a trans woman and I will not let anyone take that away from me :P

Twoson and Fourside of DOT EXE (so the two ball and four ball members) are agender and nonbinary, respectively! Already mentioned in my big DOT EXE post, but might as well mention it here too. Also to reiterate from that post, the two of them falling under the nonbinary umbrella was the case even before they went full-cyber. I say that since some people might assume that them going full-cyber caused the nonbinary-ness, but that is not the case.

Charles (summer palette for the Franks) is a trans man, Flesh Prince did his top surgery!

Lyra (autumn palette for Eclipse, the one with blue hair) is a trans woman. The rest of Eclipse know and still love and accept her, especially since they ain't fuckin' TERFs. I have actually seen some people insist Eclipse would "totally" be TERFs, and I'm just like, nah nah nah, get out of here with that absolute garbage idea. >:U

Lastly there's Nunchaku, my Devil Theory OC for the summer palette for that crew. She's a butch lesbian! I never did specify whether she's cis or trans, and even though I might say she's "probably cis", at the same time I don't think she'd want to answer either way.

In the sense of, if you asked her about it and you're a stranger to her:

If she were trans, she wouldn't feel comfortable saying that to a stranger, and so she'd decline to answer.

If she were cis, she'd think it isn't a stranger's business to know either way, so she wouldn't answer out of spite.

The only certainty is that, if a friend or girlfriend asked her about it, she would say, "Dude, my gender is basically just 'butch lesbian' in and of itself. Not just woman, specifically butch lesbian as a gender." And then leave it at that!

So I guess depending on how you think/feel about it, Nunchaku might or might not count as trans. Definitely LGBT+ though. :P

EDIT on June 8th, 2025: You know what, in the time since this post and after discussions with friends about it (which boiled down to "I'm sorry but frankly you're being a coward by saying 'it could be either or', you should pick one!!"), I have decided that Nunchaku is, with certainty, a trans woman!! Butch transbian, let's goooo \o/

I am keeping the original content of the post before this edit just for honesty and all, but yeah, Nunchaku is a trans butch lesbian, the end. :P

#Wren's BRC Headcanons #bomb rush cyberfunk #brc headcanons #brc solace #brc mesh #brc shine #brc dot exe #brc franks #brc eclipse #brc devil theory #DOT EXE #Devil Theory #Wren Answers

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sapshorelines · 1 year ago

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vampire! lucas x m reader

story: m/n recently broke up with his girlfriend, and his friend comforts him in...more ways than one.

NO this is not smut, its suggestive!

SHE WASN'T EVEN WORTH IT TO BE HONEST | Vampire!Lucas X M!reader

You've recently gone through a bad breakup with your girlfriend. However, your vampire friend is here to comfort you. (mentions of cheating, suggestive themes, vampires, mentions of biting, comfort, angst, vampire AU) (not proof read | 1.3k words)

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You lay in your bed, all wrapped up in various blankets. How long have you been there? You don't even remember. You just stare at your phone screen emotionlessly as you browse your social media. How on earth did you get here?

Well, you've just went through a nasty break up with your girlfriend. You've found out that she's been cheating on you with someone else. You've been with her for three years and you two were pretty much a match made in heaven. But that was a lie.

You haven't done much of anything as you just lay there in your bed mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Until you got a notification, it was from your best friend Lucas. Ah yes, lets not forget that your bestie is a vampire. You already know of him being a vampire and that didn't bother you.

[Lucas] [M/n you doing alright? You haven't said a word to me for ages now.]

Ages huh, yeah that's what it feels like. You open your messages and typed back.

[M/n] [no dude, im going through hell right now]

[Lucas] [Do you need me to come over? Do you need company?]

You think for a second, it has been awhile since you had any human interaction.

[M/n] [yeah sure, you got my spare key still right?]

[Lucas] [Yeah I still do, Ill come over] [Be there in ten minutes]

What's amazing about Lucas is that you two don't live that far from each other. Its only a ten minute walk. You look at the time and realize its afternoon and the sun is still out. Of course vampires aren't the best when it comes to the sun as they can get serious sun burns rather than combusting into flames. But you know he has a special umbrella that can protect him from the sun rays, plus he takes a route that is mostly shaded so at least he is safe.

What felt like hours was only ten minutes, then you hear the door being unlocked and open. He was here. You wanted to get up and say hi to him but you really did not want to move. "M/n?" He calls out as you can hear the door closing behind him.

"My room." You call back to him, you can hear footsteps making their way to your room. The door would open and Lucas stood there. "Holy fuck- how long have you been in your bed dude?" He chuckles as he makes his way to your bed side to sit down on it. "Ages, centuries even." You say, "You sure you're not a vampire dude?" He cracked up a joke, which of course was successful as you let out a small chuckle too.

"What even happen that made you hibernate in your apartment anyway?" He asked. "..I broke up with her."

"Wait for real?! You two were perfect for each other!" He was shocked by the news, of course you haven't told your best friend that your girlfriend- now ex had been getting dicked down by some random for awhile now. "She cheated on me."

"Oh-" He was taken aback by why you broke up with her. The silence after that was so loud.

"Can I be honest? She wasn't really worth it." He says, "…I don't blame you but- the fun we had." Yeah, you two had a lot of fun from various dates and all, couple stuff. "I can understand that. The process of getting over a breakup is hard." He pats your back in. "Say, have you even cleaned yourself or ate?"

"Uhm… I have got out of bed to get water and food, as well as using the bathroom but.. nothing else." You replied to him. "Say, why don't I help you. Take a shower real quick while I go make you something to eat, sounds good?" He offers. "Mmm, sure but- why?"

"Why not? I don't wanna see my best friend acting like a depressed high schooler." He chuckles, you two were in college by the way. "..Fair point." You agreed to his statement. "Alright, anything particular that you want?" He asked, "No not really." You say as you finally sit up from your bed. Lucas exits your room and heads to your kitchen to cook something. You then head to the shower to clean yourself up.

After half an hour, you exit the shower and changed into new clothes. Afterwards you headed to your kitchen where Lucas was almost finished with the food. He was making Galbi, how sweet! Well, of course he'd pick something 'meat' related though he can't get much energy from eating meat. Lucas takes notice of your presence, "Ah, food's almost done." He says. "Thanks again Lucas." You say as you make your way to your small dining table. Few minutes later Lucas comes over with two plates of Galbi, setting one in front of you. "Here you go." He says as he then sets his plate down and then sits across from M/n.

After eating, Lucas then went ahead and puts the dishes away. Lucas also offers to stay over which you gladly accept. You two were watching some random show on live TV, after an hour or so you then excuse yourself to use the bathroom. But once you came back you can see Lucas sitting there, sweating. "Lucas? You alright?" You asked.

"N-No I-.. shit I didn't think this would have happen so quick." He stutters out. You stare at him, worried but then you remembered, he needs blood. You have gave him your blood before, so this isn't nothing new to you. "Do… Do you need blood?" You ask.

"If that isn't too much to ask for, y-yeah." He says as he gets up. "Thought you said you had feasted awhile ago?"

"I thought so too but, I guess it wasn't enough." He sighs. "Do… Do you wanna sit down or just stand?" He asked. "Here is fine." You say. You then tilt your head to the side, opening your neck to Lucas. He then took the invitation and latched onto you, biting down on your neck. You held back from making any noises, he then pushes you against the wall as he drinks from you. After almost a minute you realize he was taking a bit too much but you really didn't mind but, you couldn't hold back anymore as a moan slipped out of you.

Both of you just froze, he stopped drinking from you as well. He then backs away and stares at you, "You-… You meant to do that did you?" He asked. You stayed silent for a second, but you got to admit, you do have a crush on him and you did find it hot. You nod to his answer as you look away out of embarrassment, your face clearly red. He lets out a chuckle, "You think I'm handsome huh?"

You nod, then he gently moves your head to look at him. He stares at you, "Well M/n, I do too." He then leans in for a kiss. You froze for a second, then embracing both him and the kiss, in which soon turned into a french kiss as he pushed his tongue into M/n's mouth. Lucas then puts his hand under M/n's shirt as his hand slowly inched his way to his chest. Then they both break away from their make out session, "You sure you wanna continue?" Lucas asked. You were hesitant at first but, your friend below had the answer. Lucas then grabbed the bulge that was in your pants as you let out a moan.

"I… Y-Yeah, yeah we can continue.." You say. Lucas smiles, then carrying you to your bedroom.

Looks like it was gonna be a long night for the two of you, making up for ignoring your friend for days. ----

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