#if had a gun he could've shot the dogs

[djenxuelmxue]

it sure is crazy how the 1st time I stayed over at a house in the country pet sitting (not in the city or edge of city) an intruder came on the property in the middle of the night and I called the police (who took 40 minutes to get there) and I saw them put handcuffs on him outside the door (me in the dark on the floor hoping he wouldn't see me but he seemed to look at me with an incredibly hostile gaze) and he was the same guy who robbed the farm of $10,000 10 years ago.

[triflesandparsnips]

So I understand that there are Good Omens show fans who have never read Good Omens the book, and that makes me deeply sad because--

Like, there's so much depth to the story being told about humans and humanity and the choice between good and evil -- and how that's actually a false dichotomy whoooops -- WHILE ALSO not really being about Aziraphale and Crowley at all (who are, imo, basically there as embodiments of "Impressive Failures" for the purposes of Theme and also Plot).

BUT IF you want to know why I've shipped them since the book-- here's the moment it happened for wee teenage me:

Wednesday (before the end of the world)

So it's Warlock's birthday party. And there are all these children and security guards and also an angel doing magic tricks while a demon is disguised as a caterer. This bit is basically the same as the show, so hooray.

But as wee me understood the characters up to this point, they were still basically enemies who had been in the field together for way too long and knew each other's moves well enough for the same tempting/thwarting of one another to become kind of boring and repetitive and generally pointless-- particularly once they realized that they could, for instance, just live their (separate!) lives watching humans being weird (Crowley) and seeking various sensory stuff (Aziraphale) while doing the least work necessary to keep their respective bosses off their backs.

The Arrangement was borne not out of hiding a friendship or anything, but instead the realization that sometimes covering for one another would just... cut down on their total overall workload. They were, at best, employees of two different, competitive companies-- though in same kind of department, doing the same kind of work-- who discovered they liked to have lunch at the same deli and that their jobs were sometimes distressingly more similar than either was comfortable with.

SO ANYWAY. BACK TO THAT WEDNESDAY. They're not covering for one another with this whole Antichrist thing-- they're now actively collaborating, and they've acknowledged (mostly) that it's not to cut down on their individual workloads, but rather to preserve their identical-- but not shared (not yet)-- goals of Getting To Continue The Lives On Earth They've Grown To Enjoy.

But like-- still not friends. Not really.

Until Aziraphale fucks up a bit, Warlock accidentally gets hold of a security guard's weapon and starts waving it around, and:

Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock. The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork. Aziraphale blinked. A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden. Aziraphale looked embarrassed. Then a cream cake hit him in the face.

My teenage brain exploded at this moment.

BECAUSE: there is no reason for Aziraphale to do that.

Work-wise: If he got shot, Crowley would get discorporated, but not die-- and anyway, it would happen in such a way that both of them could explain it away easily to their respective sides (and possibly even be commended for it!).

Collaboration-wise: If Crowley had been watching Aziraphale, and if he'd seen Aziraphale have the chance to change the gun but not do it-- then yeah, probably that would've been annoying enough to have warranted some chilly conversations once he came back topside, and therefore, Aziraphale choosing to save Crowley could've been a reasonable, logical choice to keep their working relationship on an even keel until they'd sorted out this Doomsday thing.

But Crowley was looking the other way.

Work-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and secret-collaboration-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and so it is, overall, really weird that Aziraphale saved him.

But his automatic reaction-- in a blink-- is to stop Crowley from getting shot. And he knows it's weird-- he feels embarrassed that his sudden, unthinking reaction is to save his "enemy".

And the final bit is just a couple paragraphs later:

With a gesture, Aziraphale turned the rest of the guns into water pistols as well, and walked out.

SO LOOK: He changed only the pistol about to shoot Crowley. His automatic reaction had nothing to do with saving a party full of humans, many of them children-- nothing to do with Heaven or Hell-- nothing to do with preserving the coworker he needs to stop Armageddon--

It was all to do with saving Crowley. Who may be the enemy, but he's Aziraphale's enemy. And another part of his life on Earth that he's doing all of this just to preserve.

Which may also be, for the first time, the moment he lets himself realize how important Crowley in particular is to him.

...and so anyway, that's how I started shipping these two immortal idiots, and one of many reasons why everyone should read the book.

[isagrimorie]

I love how Criminal Minds 5x11 - Retaliation is a very Emily Prentiss episode. And more hints about Emily's past and her previous training, the ability to continue on and be alert.

The car she's in gets hit by a truck, and she keeps on trucking along. She empties her clip but is also cognizant enough to memorize partial plate numbers:

(Wow a night scene, look at that, I can see during a night scene, Criminal Minds Evolution!)

Emily's trained to go on (and honestly, also her dogged stubbornness just doesn't keep her down) despite serious injury.

Emily's so confused when Derek tells her she emptied her clip shooting at the truck.

Right up to the personality of people who would and could do undercover work:

Speaking from experience there, Special Agent Emily Prentiss?

And then, Reid unknowingly hits on the head Emily's ongoing existential crisis anytime a case hits too close to home.

But also, how, honestly Emily has it in her to just really murder a man.

As the criminal of the week, Schrader observed Emily has the look in her eyes that said she would and could kill him given the chance.

Schrader killed the cop who was in the car with Emily. Schrader taunted her about killing the man right next to her.

Schrader either thought he could psych out Emily from killing him or was desperate enough to just pull a suicide by cop.

Schrader taunts Derek about his arm injury and moves his gun an inch away from Joe Muller's head to shoot Derek instead.

And that minute movement was enough for Emily:

(Derek shooting at Schrader though was both overkill and risky since he could've shot Muller instead, thankfully that doesn't happen).

I’m so curious what Emily’s been through during her taskforce days that Emily is… comfortable is not exactly the word but unfazed killing?

What has Emily seen that makes some of the horrific scenes just roll off her back.

Also the very few anecdotes she shares are kind of harrowing in themselves:

Like, how years later Emily shares with Tara Lewis that in her JTF-12 days, she was on a mission where there were troops who would leave playing cards on dead terrorists, declaring 'We did this'.

What has Emily had to do that 'good guys doing bad things' has really screwed her up bad?

That after everything she just wanted a job that was “clean”. Clear right and clear wrongs.

I do think as hard it is as a fan to accept— Emily did need the time away from the BAU to reconcile a few things about herself.

Accept some of the things she learned about herself as a spy and realize… all the morally ambiguous things she can live with to a point. There are still lines she won’t cross.

Also, because spy stuff -- and Burn Notice kind of gave the (fictional, maybe?) guidelines to a great undercover agent:

Michael Westen: "When you're claiming to be somebody you're not, the key is commitment. You've got to sell it like your life depends on it. Because sometimes it does."

Michael Westen: "Inexperienced operatives abandon a cover ID under pressure. Experienced ones just play their roles harder."

---

I can only imagine that Emily Prentiss played by the same rules as Michael Westen.

/edited

[thinkingofausername]

Micah Bell headcanons:

He's only ever seen sleeping after he's gotten drunk so I imagine he has nightmares (aside from the fact he has extreme trust issues and can't let his guard down enough to sleep)

He didn't have a relationship with his mother or she died when he was little or she was abused by her husband. He never mentions her, we don't know anything about her. We know what his view on women is like. I imagine he got it from his father. He definitely wasn't born out of love

He took the majority of his father's wrath. We know firstborn Bells are traditionally named the same, so I believe there was a lot of pressure there

He's actually not all that cynical. He wants to be. All that talk of "nothing matters" is him trying to convince himself

He secretly wants companionship. It's been confirmed that he wanted Dutch to be a part of some sort of family of his. I don't think he's as much of a lone wolf as he wishes he was

He has abandonement issues. His brother left him and made another family and it affected Micah. It's seen in the fact he wrote to Amos as well as his behavior after his brother's answer. After Amos cuts ties with him for good he says "I want tomorrow to mean more than today. I want this whole damn shitshow to have some kinda meanin I haven't understood". He secretly resented his brother for doing what he never could - make a connection. He can only talk to people if he's riling them up

His father definitely forced him to perform his first kill. Probably when he was very young, so he would "toughen up"

In theory, I can see him having a somewhat good relationship. If his partner was tough they would have his respect. Trust would definitely take a while, vulnerability even more so, but I think he would show care in his own way - being posessive and protective, letting them handle his guns and horse (peak trust). We know how much he cares for his belongings. There would probably be passionate, adrenaline-filled sex after action, patching up wounds, cleaning guns together. A "partners in crime" sort of thing

He'd probably like bites and scratches during sex. Marking up his partner as well

He gave into the "hardened outlaw" life because he believes those are the cards he was dealt and the only ones he would ever have. He probably never thought he had a chance to be anything else

He definitely has a phobia of dogs or something similar. He very avidly reacted to Cain every time he got close, he even flinched one time

He genuinely laughed with Javier when they were drunk. He even said "I love you fellas". There was definitely a humane side of him, very deep down

His father never held any pride for him, god forbid praise. He craves hostility because it's the only thing he knows. He purposefully riles people up and laughs off every insult he receives

He obviously held genuine respect and admiration for Dutch. He wasn't just using him or manipulating him or buttering him up for betrayal. I genuinely believe he was looking for a place of his own. He never really showed an authoritative side or desire to lead. He said it himself that he's a survivor. It wasn't ambition, it was just searching for shelter and stability. That's why he ratted - the stability was gone

He died miserable. I could go on and on about his death but the main points are - he calmly accepted getting shot, he shrugged and silently fell to his death. That was not a man who saw a future for himself

I left the most biased headcanon for the end. Not to be the "I can fix him" girl but I genuinely believe a softer side of him could've been drawn out. I believe he could've had a "ride or die" person of his own. Two survivors, watching each other's back, suspicious of others but not each other, enjoying the uncertainty and freedom of life, two loose ends but tied together

[mysticmellowlove]

Yandere sub x female vigilante.

She is a world treasure, a world renowned philanthropist. She cares for humanity and all the creatures on earth. But in this life when someone is actually doing good things the people with fake titles hate you with their entire being. Well she hates them too and underneath her shimmering smile she has an underground corporation to eradicate evil celebrities, politics, people with power. Has an entire organization to wipe out evil. So basically her getting her hands on a super bad person like a human trafficker or something and torturing them when yan walks in and is kinda…. Flustered? Like she is beating the fuck out this demon and he is just like… “My Angel goddess mommy 🥹”

Idk if this is to extreme or not

note; stay safe lovies, also get you a man who already know's everything about you!

warnings; violence, fem reader, sadistic reader, sub yan, yan male, worship kink, triggering content mention (rape, human trafficking)

"I swear it's always people like you that fall into traps like this." She hissed as she looked down at the trafficker. Her hands were already crusted over with blood at this point, the sickly strong smell permeating her nose.

"Did you really think you'd be able to get away with it?" She asked as she knelt down and looked them in the eye, a sneer on her face.

"You're fucking sick." They spat at her, a glob of blood tainted spit landed on her cheek with an unsatisfying splat. Instantly her hand whipped out and slapped them across the face, their head whirling towards the side.

"And you are the worst of the worst, honestly someone was going to catch you eventually. Maybe you should be thankful it's me," She looked down at them as she stood. She had listened and waited enough.

"You think you're top shit don't you when in reality you're just a rich bitch with good parents." They snarled as they watched her go over to a small table off to the side, usually, she would have a little more fun but she had someone just as interesting upstairs waiting for her.

"My pals will find you and, they're going to get you and you know what, when they do you'll just be a mindless fucking useless doll." They spat at her again before she turned and shot them through the head cleanly. As soon as the shot rang out so did the familiar sound of glass breaking.

Her head turned quickly towards the stairs that she thought she had concealed, standing there was her one-night stand... though she doubted that he wanted to stay any longer. This is what happened when you forgot about the loose end in your basement, she had no one else but herself to blame. She stared at him as his lips quivered.

She'd have to kill him but before she was even able to raise the gun to him he came rushing over, his sleeve pulled down below his fingers as he used the coarse fabric to wipe her cheek of the now-deceased trafficker's spit.

"Are you alright?" His voice was surprisingly soft as he stood before her, his eyes trained on her body as he scanned her for more injuries. She stood there motionless for a moment. He wasn't running, or screaming or begging for his life... he was just there. Checking in on her. She knew that people loved her, she had made such a big name for herself in the humanitarian sphere but she could've never anticipated this.

The sheer reverence and worry in his eyes...

"I was getting worried. You were taking so long... I could hear it, the things they said to you." His mouth hardened as he seemed to bare his teeth like a rabid dog. He grasped her hand in between his.

"I promise, I'd never let anyone harm you. What you are to this world... you need to be protected, like an angel... no a goddess of true justice." At that moment, she finally began to slide the pieces together. How she had seen him on Tinder, how she talked to him and then coincidentally ran into him at her favourite cafe. She hadn't disclosed anything about her, not even her identity. She knew she wouldn't be able to have a normal relationship with her near celebrity-like status. She was resigned to phone sex and sexting yet here he was, in front of her... in her house that he seemed to know a little too well.

"You've been following me." She looked at him, her eyes stern as he shivered under her gaze. He nodded sheepishly before he slunk to his knees. He looked overwhelmed, his hands going out to brush against her legs before he pulled himself back.

"I just wanted to make sure you're safe." He whispered quietly as he looked up at her through his lashes. He was slightly teary but she had a feeling it was nothing but a facade. A hum left her mouth as she considered her options. She already had a network of depraved people working under her, people on the inside... perhaps he could find a place there. He'd probably excel at it if his servitude right now was any indicator.

Maybe there was use for him yet.

[jflower278]

The pieces are all coming together 🤓

Although I'm confused on who set that camera there I'm pretty sure it's implying that dome saw the camera and took the chip out to throw it into the lake and that's how the crab sellers found it

And we were right that the police are covering it up for title but win got to tell tonkla so tonkla then saw the video because the crab sellers son is smart(or incredibly stupid) enough for save the video before giving it to the police

Then tonkla kidnaps and I assume kills title and shots great

Now great is currently dying and tyme (and his grandma and aunt :( ) gets shot for meddling by that warit guy who admits to getting rid of his parents to steal the gambling business

I don't get why the dude had to kill the parents though how would that stop the people investigating the gambling business to track it back to him and greats dad but maybe I'm missing something

And we'll one small happiness in a sea of sadness is now we know why tyme knows great is afraid of dogs. This is one of the few times I like the "they knew each other as kids before" trope because it actually makes sense in the plot and the age gap between the kids isn't too awkward unlike some other series I won't mention

But seeing younger them hang put together was sweet and it could've been a sweeter childhood friends to lovers story if their parents both weren't rich criminals. Doomed soulmates indeed

But my most favorite shot in the whole episode is the scene where tonklas dead cat walks across the frame and reveals the gun to tonkla sight

It was just complete cinema to reveal the cat as a motif of tonkla call to violence as revenge from killing his dad to title to great

AND FUAIZS ACTING IN THAT SCENE the smirk and laughter tonkla did as he realized how wins way of getting justice is not enough *chefs kiss*

I also loved all of jes's amazing acting moments in this episode especially the scene where he runs after being shot the first time

But then the clock in the last scene being at 11:00... is the 3rd tyme timeline theory correct?

AHHHHH I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT EPISODE BUT ALSO I DONT WANT THIS SERIES TO END ITS TOO GOOD

[sher-oxide]

"What's my dog's name?"

Back then, as he sat in front of the table with Hank, Connor didn't know what question could start the conversation. And it wasn't because of the fact that the most favorable conversation topic among humans was about pets.

Connor was ready to answer, but instead he said,

"Buddy!.."

"What?" The thought spurred a change that reflected on his face. The android immediately prepared to correct himself, but something didn't let him do it.

No, not something—someone.

"Sumo. His name's Sumo," Anderson said.

"That settles it," RK800-60 interjected. "Shoot him, Lieutenant!"

Hank instantly reacted, aiming his gun at the imposter. Connor realized what pretender's plan had been: to break his code. The external interference was growing stronger and resisting was getting increasingly difficult.

Anderson turned around, unaware of Connor's internal turmoil.

"My son, what's his name?"

This was the last chance to let his partner know who was real. He just needed one push.

Even if Connor could feel, he mustn't have felt the chill in that building, but nevertheless, it seemed like he was in the middle of a blizzard. There was the only explanation — RK800-60 wasn't operating alone, CyberLife was helping him. Amanda was helping him.

The android gave it his best shot, hoping for an unlikely event to take place.

"Anthony?.."

Hank immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew straight into his thirium pump, the android equivalent of a human heart. A warning about critical damage of the biocomponent and rapid leakage of thirium, along with the time left until deactivation, popped up.

Everything had been in vain.

"Wrong choice, Lieutenant! I've accomplished my mission," reported RK800-60 as he approached Anderson despite him holding up his weapon once again. "You can kill me if you want, doesn't matter anymore. Another Connor will take my place."

The sound of footsteps faded, leaving the human alone with his thoughts.

"Oh my God... What have I done?"

Freezing wind had died down. There was no longer any point in maintaining control.

-00:00:03

-00:00:02

"I'm sorry, Markus."

-00:00:01

"I failed."

-00:00:00

Based on the outcome in which Connor gave wrong answers to Hank's questions. See here (timecode 13:04). Originally, I wanted to write a post where I would briefly lay out my idea as to why Connor could've given wrong answers, but that's what it turned out to be in the end.

P.S. My English writing skills are poor, so I asked someone who teaches English to translate my text.

[ghoastixx]

you know the episode where Sam is stuck in a time loop? What if Dean’s kid was stuck in a time loop and they had to witness their dad die over and over?

Let's Do The Time Warp Again

synopsis above

notes: This episode is literally one of my favorites because I love the trickster so much, so this is so fun???? Thank you so much. My inbox is always open!

Author's note: Just for the sake of how much I used from the actual episode in this, none of the material in this belongs to me.

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The loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock woke you up from your sleep. Tuesday morning in a shitty little town at a hunt that made you want to laugh. Some Mystery Spot Gravity Falls bullshit.

"Rise and shine Sammy!" You heard your dad wake your uncle up as you yourself got up, starting your day. You were relatively quiet as you listened to your dad and uncle discuss the hunt. Your dad suggested breakfast, so you all piled into the Impala and headed to a small diner.

"Special of the day.. Pig N' A poke. What's that?" You dozed off a bit til it came time to order. You ordered a pancake. Still being tired, you kept to yourself as you awaited the food. The sound of a hot sauce bottle falling made you jump. Ultimately waking you up.

Breakfast was nice but the moment wouldn't last forever. You walked next to Sam and Dean as they discussed the Mystery Spot, occasionally putting your input. You stopped to wave at a golden retriever that was barking at passerby's, a blonde woman bumped into your dad, and movers were struggling to move a large desk inside a building. Seemed a lot was happening in this city street. Ultimately, you all decided to go to the Mystery Spot that night and look for anything tricky.

It was tackier then you could've imagined. You were pulled from your thoughts by a commotion. The owner had showed up, and he had a gun. Frozen in fear you tried to find a way out of this.

That's when he shot your father. You and your uncle bolted over, trying to stop the bleeding-

The loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock woke you up from your sleep. Tuesday morning in a shitty little town at a hunt that made you want to.. hold on. There your dad was, taunting Uncle Sam, lip syncing the song and bobbing around.

You tried to convince yourself this was just an awful case of deja vu as you all piled into the table at the diner to eat. This time you sat on the outside of your Uncle Sam.. You caught the hot sauce bottle when it fell.

You felt crazy as you walked down the street. The dog barking, the blonde woman, the movers with the desk, it all made you sick. You quickly suggested checking the mystery spot out now instead of later to try and get information. Your uncle and dad agree. Dean goes to cross the road when he is hit by a car. Once again, you and your uncle rush over to your father.

The loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock woke you up from your sleep. Tuesday morning in a shitty little town at a hunt that made you feel sick.

At the diner, you decide to come clean about this.

"I..think I'm stuck in a time-loop."

"Like ground hog's day?" your dad cut in

"Yes, exactly like ground hog day! Except whenever.."

"What?" Sam asked,

"Nothin'.."

Everything is the same, the dog, the woman, the movers, but this time the car doesn't hit Dean. You hold him back.

You waited in the motel as Dean and Sam went to investigate as you didn't really pass as a reporter.

A loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock woke you up from your sleep. Tuesday morning in a shitty little town at a hunt that was turning out to be longer than you wanted. You had no idea how to prevent your father's next inevitable death because you had no idea how he even died last.

At the diner, you explain your fears once again. All three Winchesters decide to do something different, so instead of a side of bacon, dean orders sausage.

Your father chokes.

Your father falls in the shower.

Your father eats bad taco meat.

Your father is electrocuted by a razor.

Every single time the stupid song brings you back to this constant nightmare and you find yourself back in the diner. You glare at the waitress. She's a horrible shot..

"What's got you so sour, kiddo?" Your dad asked, a smirk.

"This is my hundredth Tuesday in a row."

"Don't be ridiculous." They both say in synch. "You're being ridiculous... When Sam was six he used to look at the cowboy's on TV so I called him gay." Dean raised his brow as you matched exactly what he said. Sam threw his hands in the air.

You point to people, "the waitress frequents the archery. That man right there is drinking and driving. She is cheating on her husband. He gets his kicks off by dressing in a bunny costume." At this point the hot sauce falls and you catch it. Your uncle is speechless.

They are trying to think of anything as they walk down the street. You mess with the keys in your hand that you took of the guy who hits your dad with his car, suddenly your dad is headed in the opposite direction before he comes back with a missing poster. You and Sam go to chase the woman down while your dad stays behind with the dog.

A loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock goes off once again.

At the diner you're giving information to the older winchesters who are highly impressed in your sudden interest in research.

"Sounds like a pompous ass," Sam mutters,

"I don't know man, it's just desserts," Your dad responds. Your eyes wander to the man who's been eating pancakes everyday. He's ordered a different kind of syrup.. That's..that's never happened.

A loud obnoxious song of a motel alarm clock wakes you up from your sleep.. It's him.

You are quiet, eerily so, as your uncle pointed out. As soon as the man with the pancakes gets up to leave the diner, you're up and following him, which freaks your family out. The Winchester's catch up with you once you've got the man cornered in an ally, panicking when they notice the wooden stake you have pointed at his neck.

"I've finally figured it out- why I can't get out of this hellhole. Watching my dad die everyday. We've killed one of your kind before-" You spat,

"Y/N, back down, you sound crazy." Your dad tried to interfere, your uncle stoped him. That's when the man reveals himself as the trickster from the college months before.

"You didn't." He smiles "It's been fun killing your dad everyday, squirt. Though I wanted this to happen to your uncle, you were entertaining to watch. Maybe this'll teach you a lesson."

"A lesson? What kind of sick lesson are you talking about you bitch."

"That you can't save your father. Maybe this will teach you to let him go before you ruin yourself trying to save him. Now.. I would keep this up.. but I couldn't do that to a kid."

"Set it back! I don't wanna play this game anymore. I'll kill you I swear!" The trickster shrinks back a bit as you press the wooden stake further into his throat.

A slightly less obnoxious song wakes you from your sleep. Another morning in a terrifying town that makes you want to leave as soon as possible. It is Wednesday and everything will be okay...

Right?

[codecan]

One thing that just IRKS me to my core about WDL is Dalton's death.

LIKE One: it was completely unnecessary IMO. There were many ways in which he could've lived and the games mechanics would've operated the same; he could have easily replaced the 3 starting operatives you get in the beginning. He could have also just been an NPC - despite that making no sense. Its not like Ubisoft hasn't just brought characters back; Jordi should have logically died falling off the lighthouse, Aiden was comatose, Bagley comes back after credits have rolled. He could have escaped, went into a coma, gotten shot a NORMAL amount of times, or have backup called. Easy solutions!! Including the fact that the VA had recorded lines for more of the game and no one mentions Dalton's death except Bagley in the police station, it just seems like a last minute cut. (Randomly generated characters can also be his relatives, which is not a solid piece of evidence but we don't see Sabine or any of the other NPC's family members around [NOT INCLUDING BRADLEY SKYE AND THEIR MOTHER.]) Two; HE IS ON THE MAIN MENU COVER. Every character on the cover is plot relevant (sabine, mk, malik, nigel, etc) and Dalton is just.. there. Sure he was relevant but he only had roughly ten minutes of screen time; that being the TUTORIAL. Three; We could've gotten to know more about him. Sure we don't know a lot about some of the characters (Jordi mainly), but DALTON WAS THE TUTORIAL GUY!! YOU'D THINK HE'D BE YOUR MAIN GUY! Four; The Sabine/Zero Day confrontation would have made a lot of sense if Dalton was the confronter, considering she GUNNED HIM DOWN OVER BARELY ANYTHING. Not even just a few shots, SHE GUNNED HIM DOWN LIKE THE DOG IN DUCK SEASON.

Five; so i can shut up about him.

[captain-mj]

I want this to be Price&Graves, idk how but yeah. What if Graves didn't want to betray the 141 but Shepherd was holding something over his head. Like what if Graves had a daughter and Shepherd was holding her as leverage. You don't gotta write the kid, I know you ain't interested in that, im far more interested in how you'd write the 141 finding it out from Graves and maybe possibly how they'd want to help when they learn (specifically Price)

I decided to do this for one reason and one reason only which you will find out at the end.

Graves survived.

Barely.

But he survived. And now he was tied up in front of the majority of the 141, in almost a mockery of what they had one previously to Valeria. The only real difference being that he kneeled in front of them.

Those had been fun times.

There was a click of a gun, pressed right at his left temple. Internally, he hummed to himself, though he didn't make a noise out loud. He didn't want to agitate them.

Price sat in front of him. "You betrayed us."

''I had no choice." Graves responded. "Absolutely none."

"And why is that?" Price used his boot to force Graves to look up.

"He had her." Graves saw Price's expression flicker. He had no clue what it meant, but it was there. "I call her Dumpling. She's only 2... He told me he'd kill her if I didn't do what he said..."

Price didn't soften, but Gaz did. "Dumpling?"

"I have a photo in my wallet."

Price looked at him for a moment before glancing at Soap, the one not holding the gun. "Grab it."

Soap rifled through his pockets and eventually did find the wallet. He flipped it open.

Graves knew the photo well.

Price took it and looked at the three people in the photo. Graves, a beautiful blond woman, and the small child she held. It must be recent as the child looked... approximately what he assumed a two year old to be. She was reaching for the dog in Graves's arms. The two adults in the picture were so close to each other.

Price swallowed down his feelings over that. The two men had slept together a few days before the betrayal, so seeing that he was married, or at least in a committed enough of a relationship to have a daughter, threw him for a loop.

He could add cheater to the list of his crimes.

"I see."

"She's my whole world. I couldn't let her die. You have to understand."

"You killed so many people."

"I know. I was told my orders."

"Shepherd called you a dog with a bone." Price leaned down. "That all you are? A fucking dog? You could've thought for yourself."

"He had her. He threatened her. I was scared of what he would do to her." Graves sounded so genuine, it was hard to not believe him.

Price stood up. He motioned to one of the soldiers. "Keep an eye on him."

Alejandro looked angry but slightly more understanding than he had been before. "Think he's telling the truth? Cute little kid."

Rodolfo did not seem as easily convinced, but he wasn't arguing. His jaw was clenched hard.

Ghost glared. "Soap. You're the one that got shot. What do you think?"

"It's his daughter. Might not like kids, but I can get that."

Gaz nodded. "Don't like him, but its his kid... I can't... imagine having something like that hanging over me."

Price noticed Ghost and Rodolfo exchanging glances, both clearly judging all of them. They stood down though and that's all he could ask for.

"Alright. Colonel. If you're willing to work with us again, I say we rescue his daughter and put all of this behind us."

Price ended up sitting with Graves that night. He didn't want to make someone from his team lose sleep over watching him. They would take over in the morning and he'd get some sleep.

Graves just... sat there. His face had tear tracks down the soot on his face. After a while, Price got something to clean his face. There was some burns on his shoulders and along his throat. Luckily nothing on his face so he didn't have to worry about any infections.

"Where did you get the cut on your face?"

"Cartel. Fighting against them after being paid. Slipped up. They slashed me and told me to go back to my leader and never return."

"Looks recent."

"It was. They didn't know I was the leader." He grinned a little. "Let me go because I look younger I guess."

"How... old are you?" Price sat with him, getting more comfortable. He left Graves on his knees though.

"35."

"Huh... Makes me feel better about sleeping with you."

"Worried you were robbing the cradle huh?" Graves did the half smile and Price noticed now that it was because it tugged the least at the wound across his cheek.

"A little. Good to know you're only two years younger." Price hummed. "Comfy?"

"Oh, I haven't felt me feet for hours. I'm pretty sure this is a stress position, ya know."

Price shook his head. "Maybe you deserve it."

"Yeah. Probably do." Graves hung his head, though it was clearly to get more comfortable, not out of shame.

Price ended up cutting him free. He didn't know why. It didn't like it was from empathy.

Graves's wrists were torn. The fresh burns had been rubbed against until they were bloody. Price cleaned those too.

"We're going to help you. We're going to get her back for you."

-two weeks later-

They received a call from Shepherd. Even through the phone, Price could feel the evil, the distain, rolling off of him.

"Hello."

"So I heard the Commander survived." Fuck. Must be a leak.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell him he tells you one goddamn word and I'm sending him the bitch's ears still bleeding."

Price froze, not expecting such out right hostility. Yes, Shepherd was evil, but cutting off a child's ear to prove a point... Jesus.

"This is cruel. Even for you."

There was a moment of silence before laughter. Almost hysterical. "You think this is cruel? After everything you've done?"

Price growled. "I did what I've done for the safety of all, not to start a war. And I've never held something like this over someone's head." He couldn't believe this.

Yes. Price had done cruel things. But to hang someone's child? Their daughter?? over their head? That was nothing like what he had done. He couldn't believe the hurt he had conflicted was being compared to wanting to harm an innocent child. A toddler.

Shepherd hung up but Price told Graves the threat. He thought for just a moment, from how pale Graves went, that he'd faint. Luckily, he did not. He just nodded solemnly.

"I'll tell you everything as long as you promise we can move fast."

-two more weeks-

They had done it. They were in the safehouse where Shepherd was keeping Graves's daughter.

In that time, Price would admit that the man had wriggled back into his good side. Along with most people's. It made sense. A man doesn't become Commander for no reason. He had charm. Charisma.

But that was not important. What was important was that they had not found Dumpling. He had wanted to ask for her real name, but honestly just hadn't gotten to it. No one else had seemed curious enough to ask.

Price searched every room, but he found no sign of a child. There was a child's bedroom but no sign of her. Or anyone really, besides the two dead hostiles that had been guarding it.

They all started to search and eventually, Alejandro let one of them people 'detaining' (it was babysitting, the man mostly read horror novels and watched football until they asked him questions) bring him along.

"Why?" Soap asked, genuinely curious.

"Sometimes kids tuck themselves into weird places. Thinking as her dad, he might be able to find her."

"You know a lot about kids?"

"I know almost nothing, but I'm pretty sure this is how they work."

Graves arrived after about thirty minutes, Price had been keeping him close by for... reasons. Totally not to admire him while pretending to interrogate him.

Price knew he shouldn't. Graves was married. With a kid. he still did it.

Graves didn't immediately go searching, which caused some alarms. Ghost already tightening his grip on his gun. Then, Graves whistled.

And there was Dumpling.

The DOG from the photo.

She yipped and spun in little circles despite having a clear and pronounced limp.

Graves scooped her up and started... fussing over her. It would've been endearing if Price wasn't so fucking mad that Dumpling was a FUCKING DOG.

"What the fuck." Ghost said, staring at the tiny squirming ball of fur.

"Dumpling!" Graves said happily, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe it was endearing even though he was mad. He touched her hurt leg. "Looks like the bastard may have dragged her around. Don't know why, she's a good dog."

"She's a dog."

"Yeah? I showed you guys a photo, how did none of you know she was a dog?"

"The child in the photos??" Alejandro spoke up.

"Is my niece and she's clearly 8 years old in those photos??" Graves frowned at them.

They all exchanged glances and Soap was the first to admit it. "Yeah I have no clue what children are supposed to look like."

"John. Seriously." Graves looked at Price.

"So that woman in the photos is...." Price completely ignored the kid thing. He had thought she looked a bit big for two, but maybe she was just in a higher percentile. How was he supposed to know?

"My sister. I'm gay. You all know I'm gay right??"

"I assumed you were bitchless honestly." Gaz quipped.

Graves stared directly into his eyes for a few minutes. Dumpling seemed to finally relax in his arms. "I fucked Price two days before betraying you guys." He turned around and left.

Everyone, very slowly, looked at Price.

"I also don't know what children look like."

More importantly, Graves was single. And came with a cute dog.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Who was Veteran's friend? What happened to them, and has Y/N asked him about the Helmet? Did he ever answer that question?

Veteran's life before the war was spotty at most...but he remembers the early days of it. Right when the toilets started to attack cities and appear everywhere, the human army began a draft event to get more soldiers on the front lines to help in the war effort. One of these drafted people...was no more than a young kid. They were probably 19 in human years, but he can remember meeting them for the first time...and seeing how afraid they were. They struggled in the enforcement programs with the guns, artillery, and basically anything military...they weren't meant to be a soldier, but the humans continued to throw their "strong and young" soldiers into the fight. Veteran felt pity for them, as he caught them sitting outside a trooper vehicle, sobbing and quietly muttering about how they just wanted to go home...back to their mother, specifically. With a little time, the Veteran had learned that the young human didn't have a dad and was primarily raised by their mother. So...that's pretty much why the kid was struggling to take on, and he means this very loosely as females were also in the ranks, "manly" tasks, such as wielding a gun or lifting heavy things. That's when the Veteran decided to take the kid under his wing and show him the ropes. Through that bond, the kid learned so much about how to work and operate things under the guidance of the Veteran, who was just another young and unscarred unit at the time. However...nothing lasts forever and disaster struck. The war worsened...and the humans were being wiped out left and right, from either being annihilated or converted into the enemy. Vet tried to look after the kid during those times, but things grew worse and then they were selected to go on a mission via helicopter. The veteran then watched with his own lens as the mission of rendezvous failed and the helicopter with the kid was shot down in a ball of fire. He tried to rush as fast as he could to intercept and get to the crash site, but it was like everything that could've got in his way did. Rubble, fire, explosions, and even skibidis. They took swipes at him with their primitive blades, slicing parts on his head during the scuffle, to which he finally put it down and continues to the crash zone. But once he arrives...his hope sinks as bodies were strewn about the field...and one of them he recognized. Shifting through the debris and avoiding the fire, he hurries over to the kid he bonded to...and the sight made his core shudder in grief. They were completely unresponsive and most of their limbs were gone and their body was bloody. The Veteran tried in vain to see if they were alive...but it was just a moment of disbelief for him...he couldn't process that they were dead at the moment. He could only hold their body close and come to the realization that...he failed them. He made a promise that they would go back home to their mother and that things would go back to normal and they wouldn't have to be afraid anymore...now they were gone. The veteran could hear the sound of their approaching troops...and he didn't move when they arrived to assess the damage and medics covered the scene...not human medics though. Besides...they wouldn't be able to help them anyway. Then, the veteran decided to wordlessly take their dog tags and their helmet that laid nearby in the mess of fire and shrapnel as keepsakes and constant reminders of his failure. He even refused to get his head repaired, feeling that it was too sentimental to give up. Months passed and the human faction they were allied with was wiped out...and the war continued. He was then promoted to Veteran for his experience and personality of looking out for the younger units...a habit he carried over from his early days no doubt. He was still haunted by his failure, though. Until a moment of redemption came in the form of another survivor, scared and trembling in a skibidi trap, arrived one day.

From that moment forward...he wasn't intending on failing again.

[beoneofus]

🎬💉

Okay but I think these would work well mixed together

Do we also request a character? If so can I request Stu Macher? Thx and I love ur work:)

“ I am more than just a copy of you. ”, “ you're just like him. ”

3.17.23

partially edited

hi!! thank you so much <3. I hope you like this, I really am rusty with writing stu and I got really lazy, but I tried to best him. hopefully I did this justice.

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pairing┋stu macher x fem! reader

warnings┋angst!! swearing. gore, blood mention. cruel stu. mention of billy. reader being very emotional. gun shot mention, stabbing mention.

summery┋stu tries to kill you and fails. but that doesn't mean he didn't leave you traumatized.

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it should've been obvious.

the horrendous jokes. the description of gore without hesitation. freaking sydney out without any remorse or consideration to her feelings. the shared looks between the two when something bad would come about. the aggression from them both, in general.

It should've been obvious that stu and billy were complete, utter psychopaths. randy pointed out various signs that billy wasn't right in the head and was completely suspicious when it came to the on-scene evidence of being a murderer; horror movies being the incentive to this whole ordeal. and if you played careful enough attention, it was underlined in bold red that stu was his little apprentice.

the blonde had been billy's lap dog from the start so you, as his girlfriend, could've realized at some point that he'd follow the brunette into some scheme such as sociopathism. could have; but didn't. you had feelings of uneasiness around stu multiple times, from the dangerous gleams he'd get in his eyes to the grins he always gave billy when the guy would get just a little too obvious.

you blamed yourself. for not being able to stop stu, and for getting into this situation. If you could have just been a bit smarter, maybe you and sidney wouldn't be in such a predicament.

back pressed to the hallway door that led into the kitchen, you had a hand slapped over your mouth to filter your panicked breathing. tears were brimming the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut, too far into the pit of denial that this was even happening, that you didn't even bother to peal them open. hearing your boyfriend and that asshole taunt sidney, spilling that they literally killed her mother in cold blood made you sick to your stomach. you… you need to move, and help her, but the throbbing stab wound in your side was gratefully preventing you from leaping at such a chance.

it hurt, so bad. just knowing you had a hole in your body weakened your state. you weren't all that confident to begin with, so this? It took you back several steps. how the fuck were you going to help her? you'd probably only drag her down and get you both killed.

but no. you could not think that way.

trying your best not to let out a sob, you sucked in your lips; biting down on them while you removed your hand from your mouth. your other hand, which was drenched in blood from holding your side, shakily moved away to lift upwards. you gripped the collar of the jacket you wore and slowly pulled, removing your arms from the sleeves.

once you took it off, you wrapped the article around your waist and tied it tight. It was the most shitty support right now for your wound, but it's the best you had.

swallowing thickly, you carefully looked around the room for anything to use as a weapon. quite frankly, anything can be a weapon, but you needed to consider your choices here considering stu had a gun and billy had a knife.

the best option was one of the pictures hanging on the wall. a plan had already formed in your head, surprisingly quickly. so, slowly, you moved away from the door and side stepped towards the wall.

looking behind you to make sure no one was heading your way, you failed to realize a creak in the floor sounded from the opposite corner that rounded the hallway. by time you looked towards the picture, stu was standing there, drenched in his own blood with the red liquid dripping from his lips.

you instantly froze in fear. just what the fuck were you to do? the gun was in his shaking hand, and a crucial grin was twisted onto his face, and the picture was a little too far from you to just grab and chuck at him. even if you did, he could still shoot you.

“ suuuuurprise, baby! ” his words slightly slurred due to the blood loss, but he still managed to have his usual pep; eyes dramatically widening and hands curling to pump up. “ I didn't think you were still alive. but it looks like ya’ actually escaped billy. ”

“ I.. ” you winced, the throb in your side returning. “ I wouldn't let that dick take me down, stu. ” you were trying your best to sound confident but it's pretty obvious, by your shaking tone, that it wasn't looking too good.

stu giggled wickedly at this, before pausing in a speedy second. he placed a hand to his mouth, eyes wide once more in a mocking manner. “ oh really? you wouldn't let billy kill you? ” his hand moved, so he could slowly lower his head, a menacing smirk showing. “ I think that's a liiiie, baby! and you know how I feel about you lyin’ to me! ” sick, cackling laughter left him; blood flying off of his lips from the messy way his mouth formed words. “ I think you deserve a punishment for that, don't you think? ”

you gulped, before eyeing the brass candle holder on the mini table that stood not too far from you. you were quick to dive forward, and take it in your grip; swinging your arm back to throw it at the males head. “ fuck no! ”

surprisingly, stu managed to move out of the way while you ran. It rammed against the wall behind him, leaving quite an ugly mark. It left him dumbfounded for a moment, but then he gathered himself and whipped his head around to the direction you ran in. clicking his tongue and tsking to himself, he grinned crazily once again. “ not a smart move, y/n! ”

you had bolted straight to the door, hand out stretching to fly towards the handle. you were so close to grabbing it, but a gun shot rang out. a gasp, followed by a blood curdling scream left you, before your body barreled towards the door full force. you slide down against the wood, falling down with a sharp ‘ thump! ’.

a bullet was now lodged into your leg, stuck right down into the bone marrow; you could feel the shit. a gaping hole was in your calf, making you sob and grab at your leg like a hurt child. god did it burn. It felt like a million fire ants were biting you, electricity shocking all the way up to your thigh. even the stab wound didn't hurt this fucking bad - probably because billy didn't get to stab you too deep.

but, fuck, this? It felt like the room was spinning. you could feel your body heating up by the second.

“ see, y/n? ” stu slowly walked over, shaking his head with an overly-dramatic frown on his face. It looked as if it was greatly forced, which it was. “ you made me hurt you, baby. I reeeeally didn't want to, but- ” he sighed. “ I had no choice. you tried to run. ”

“ y-you're fucking sick! ” you screeched, hiccuping out. nothing could detract you from the tremendous pain you felt. “ god, stu, what the fuck! why are you doing this?! ”

his frown instantly flipped upside down. “ why? ” slowly, deeply, he chuckled. “ you wanna know why? ” falling into a fit of low giggles, while slowly turning; scratching his head with the tunnel of the gun. “ well, it's simple really. it's fuuuuun, ” he dragged out the word, turning his gaze to the ceiling. It's as if he was thinking. but then, his gaze shot to you. “ and I can't stand you! ”

over the pounding in your ears and the fact that you were becoming practically numb, it was hard to make out what stu said. but you did, sadly, and it made you freeze up. the grip on your leg loosened, causing it to fall completely limp. “ what? w.. what did I ever do to you? ” more tears brimmed your eyes, the light in the room reflecting off your tears, making it seem more drastic. “ stu… I loved you. w-why the hell do you want to kill me? everyone? ”

“ didn't ya’ listen, babe? ” he snickered. “ it's fun. It fills the thrill in my life. ” pausing, he looked down to the blood stained floor. “ and uh, I'm sensitive. I fall under peer pressure easily. ” shrugging, a side grin slipped onto his lips. “ but y'know, I'm glad billy dragged me into this. It made me realize just how much I want your blood on my hands! ”

your body violently trembled. you could only sit, staring at stu with disgust and disbelief. you don't ever remember doing anything so bad, that stu thought killing you was the only option to filling the angry urge in his heart. I mean, how sick did you have to be? but then again, this man did just say he was killing everyone else for fucking fun.

“ you're crazy… ” you rasped, no longer finding it in you to scream and cry. you just felt empty at this point.

“ really?! ” he faked a gasp. “ what a calfastrophe this is! ” a wide, eye crinkling smirk curled onto his face. this seemed to happen a lot. “ get it? cause your calf is bleeding out? ”

this was no laughing matter to you, which is why you glared, at least the best to what you could muster. vision rather hazy, zeroing in and out, you couldn't see very well. this was very bad considering you needed to get away from him. with a bullet in your leg, stab wound in your side and now vision failing - the odds weren't looking too good for you.

‘ shit.. ’ you thought, lowering your gaze. ‘ this was not the way I imagined going out… ’

stu was stalking towards you by now. you had tried to move, to possibly boost yourself with your leg that wasn't injured, but to even move the other one it hurt like no tomorrow. you were hissing through your teeth with every nudge - there's no way you were making it out of there.

but then both you and stu heard the door that led to the kitchen, slam open. both of you immediately whipped your heads in the direction, only to see billy frantically looking around. It seems as if sidney got away from him.

“ where are you, ya’ bitch?! ” he screamed, anger coating his seething breathes. he was beyond pissed. to let that little cunt get away from him - what the hell was he thinking? “ come oooout, sidney! don't fucking make this harder than it has to be! ”

that's when he spotted you and stu. his gaze moved from his apprentice, onto you, making him realize your pathetic state. this caused him to smirk, before he began walking over; knife wagging back and forth in his hand. “ well, look at this. looks like you actually did something right for once, jackass. ”

billy stopped beside stu, only to harshly gesture towards his gun. “ well, what the hell are you waiting for? kill the bitch! ”

upon demand, stu's smile dropped. he was no longer amused - instead, now getting annoyed with billy. “ I was going to, billy. you interrupted. ” he gestured towards you for dramatic effect - his specialty.

narrowing his eyes at stu, he did the famous dad-point-and-stare - but with his knife. “ fix your fucking attitude. ” he then swirled around, stopping up to you, before lifting his foot and stomping down on your injured leg. suddenly you found it in you to scream again, this one house-shaking; fresh tears leaving past your eyes.

“ f-fuck! STOP! ”

“ SHUT UP! ” billy shouted, spit flying. his ankle twisted, putting more pressure onto the wound. you were gurgling on your sobs at this point.

“ now stu- ” with a sadistic look in his eye, billy turned his neck towards said blonde once again. “ kill her, or I fucking will. ” finally, he picked up his foot. a nasty, huge, purple welt was forming around the entirety of your calf. your breath was coming out in uneven, shaking huffs; lips trembling. saliva leaving your mouth. you were an entire mess and looked so pathetic. but really, you could care less.

stu was left staring billy down, his own eyes squinting into a glare. he said nothing though, because he knew the brunette had the upper hand.

“ fi- ” a sudden bang in the kitchen made both males look towards the area. they stared for a moment, before billy took off; stalking towards the source and banging his fist into the wall on the way there. “ come out, you little whore! I'm gonna slit your fucking throat and leave you to bleed out aaaaaaall over the floor, bitch! ”

but his chatter came to an end. someone slammed open the door of the closet in the hallway and threw themselves towards billy, stabbing him with the tip of an umbrella. they did it once… twice.. before billy was grunting out; wrestling the person.

you could only guess it was sidney. she took ahold of him, and swung him to the floor. while stu watched, astonished and amused, you took it as your chance to scoot towards the door. biting your lips to prevent even more screeching, your shaky palm reached up.

again, no use, because the blonde turned towards you.

“ ah, ah, ah- ” he chuckled goofily, walking towards you. “ I don't think so, princess! ”

you were so angry now. all the pain, the suffering you're dealing with just sitting there taking not only the torment, but the constant hit after hit they gave you mentally. that stu gave you mentally. you couldn't take it - but, here you were, doing nothing. dealing with a gun and stab wound looked easier in movies, but fuck… It wasn't. not at all.

“ get away from me! ” you barked, belligerence in your heavy tone. “ you're so fucking sick, stu, and I refuse to die by the hands of an idiot like you! ”

“ idiot? ” his smile dropped, as he parked his feet right in front of your figure. he looked taken back by what you said. you knew he wasn't lying when he said he was sensitive - it was true. you knew this, you are - were his girlfriend, after all. “ I'm - I'm no idiot. ” his tone was wobbly… which was pretty rich, considering the predicament.

scoffing, you swallowed down the pain you were dealing with. “ yeah, you are. billy was right - you never do anything right. ”

gritting his teeth, stu took ahold of the gun and grabbed the barrel; spinning it until a click was heard. “ uh huh. and you know what else he was right about? ”

you didn't reply, only staring with shaky eyes. but he looked at you, jaw rotating with a grind. “ I said, do you know what the fuck else he was right about?! ”

“ ... no. ” you spoke out, quietly.

“ you are just like me! ” his voice cracked, tears punching the corners of his eyes now. stu was absolutely insane with the look he bored; smile lifting shakily, with anger. “ a copy of me. we're just like each other, y/n. that's why I liked you so much… ” his smile fell. “ and that's why I can't stand ya’ now, baby! ” a manic, unhinged ring of laughter left him. “ which is whyyyy! I'll have such a good fucking time, putting a bullet straight through your. damn. skull! ”

you seethed on the inside, outwardly shaking. did he really just compare you to him? “ I'm nothing like you! ” you cried out, almost choking on her words. “ I.. I am more than just a copy of you, stu. I'm my own person. I'm sane! ” you swallowed, coldness and hatred clouding your orbs. “ you… you're not. ”

“ hey, stu! ” you and stu had managed to block out the fight in the back, as you two had your own assortment; drastically arguing, discussing matters that were pointless. it was enough just for sidney to knock billy out, and now, she was trying to capture the blondes attention to potentially end him.

he fell for it - turning around, only to see his best friend out cold. stab wounds coating his chest from the umbrella, with blood everywhere.

eyes flickering onto sidney, stu sneered. “ you bitch! ” he ran towards her, but she was faster. she ducked, dodging him just by a few hairs, before clumsily running away from him. he followed her like the gullible fuck he was.

stu tried to shoot the dark haired girl, but missed. just as she flew out of the way and he marched towards her, she grabbed the nearest item, and threw it at his head. managing to finally knock him down.

the gun flew out of stu's grasp, and he fell. hand moving to grip his now aching forehead.

“ you fucking- ” he looked up, only to meet sidney's gaze. she smiled tightly, not letting him finish his sentence, before she pushed the tv above him right onto his head.

the sound of buzzing electricity could be heard, followed by muffled yelling and gargling. the tv electrocuted his face, frying him from the inside. you held your breath at this, eyes wide, but thankful sidney killed the son of a bitch.

she breathed in, heart racing. “ it's… finally over. ” sidney huffed, her eyes slowly moving towards the gun stu had. walking over, she bent down and picked it up; hand shaking from the pain in her arm, and the trauma she just endured.

it wasn't long before randy ran into the room. “ r.. randy? ” you wheezed out, eyes finally drooping shut. “ I thought.. you died. ”

“ holy shit, y/n! ” the male ran over to you, immediately cringing at your mangled leg. nonetheless, he crouched down beside you. “ shit, we need an ambulance immediately! ” his hands were worriedly, anxiously running through his hair. “ oh my god. I didn't think stu had it in him to be this fucking brutal. billy, I can see- he always struck me as crazy. but stu? god- ” randy continued to ramble, cracking a grin out of you. but, it was only seconds later that your head pulled forward from you passing out. hair framing your face.

“ oh- fuck. sidney, she passed out! ”

“ don't worry. ” sidney limped towards you both. “ the police and ambulances are on their way. ”

the sound of drowned out, irritating beeping filled your ear when you finally came to. hushed whispering and the clinking of metal, and the thumping of plastic on plastic hit your ears as well, so overbearing that you groaned; rotating your head, furrowing your brows. where the hell…

stu. billy. they tried to kill you…

It all came back instantly. the killings, the ghostface mask, the blood and the pain. your eyes opened instantly, but immediately shut from the blinding light hitting you.

“ geez… turn it off. ” your voice was very dry, as was your throat. but, it looked like you speaking is what needed to be done, given it alerted the people in your room.

“ y/n! ” you heard the voice of your older sister, relief and worry in her tone. the scraping of her shoes against the floor, until they were right next to you, informed you she was now beside the bed you laid on. “ oh my god.. thank god you're awake. ”

after managing to open your eyes, you gestured towards your throat. after dealing with such shit and being asleep for who knows how long, you were parched. your sister instantly understood and handed you a glass of water that was on the bedside table.

you drunk it gratefully, gulping down every last drop. “ I honestly thought I died.. ” you gasped out, your eyes trained on the styrofoam in your grasp.

“ not quite yet. ” another voice butted into the conversation. once you looked up and spotted a white coat, you assumed it was the doctor. “ you lost a lot of blood and nearly your leg.. but you weren't close to dying. unless, of course… ” she cleared her throat to dismiss the thought. “ the bone in your leg has cracked a fair amount, but we managed to get the bullet out safely. we did minor surgery, and you won't be walking around for a few months. you may have a permanent limp as well, but besides that, everything looks good. ”

“ what about my stab wound..? ” you tiled your head to the side in curiosity. by the smile you were offered, you assumed it wasn't too bad.

“ nothing major, ” she adjusted her stethoscope. “ the knife just dug deep enough to stop blood flow from one of your veins, but with some stitches and the unclogging of a blood clot, everything is fine. ”

“ thank god… ” you muttered, looking away. If something serious had happened you would have a huge freak out. your heart was already racing from everything, so bad news was the last thing you needed.

“ I'll leave you girls alone. ” the blonde nodded to you both, before turning and exiting the room. silence confined you both, before your sister spoke up.

“ they're both dead. ” was the first thing she spoke of. “ sidney… sidney managed to kill them, so you have nothing to worry about any longer. ”

“ ... good. ” your tone was dead. I mean, how else would you respond to that? “ those motherfuckers are rotting in hell now. they deserve it. ”

“ ... you know, you're just like him. ”

you paused, recalling what stu had said to you. It's like the memory of what he commented burned into your brain and was slowly playing back, much like a recorded audio. “ who? ”

“ dad. ” you let out a breath of relief. if she would've said what you thought she was gonna say, you'd possibly lose it. “ how so? ” it was only appropriate to ask what she meant.

“ you're brave, y/n. and strong. ” her hand grabbed yours, squeezing it. “ I just… if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't be talking like you are now. I'd be traumatized. ”

dryly, you chuckled, rolling your neck so that you face her. you looked in your sister's eyes with seriousness. “ I am. It's just hard not to act normal. I don't… feel myself anymore, at least not right now. ” you pressed your lips together. “ but, I can't just stop functioning. ”

slowly, a smile formed on your sister's face… “ you're right.. I'm just glad you're alive. ” tears were brimming her waterline.

“ yeah… ” you looked away, thoughts clouding your mind. “ I am too. ”

[thevoidstaredback]

Tonight's movie is gonna be Venom.

Mostly because I found something out about Eddie that I can guarantee I could've lived without, but what's done is done.

....I'm never gonna be able to watch any movie with Venom in it the same....

Apparently, Eddie is aroused by Venom.

I could've lived without that knowledge (I've never read the comics)

You all probably could've lived without that knowledge

Anyway, I'll be back to share my thoughts on the movie once I get it up and playing after dinner.

Space. The final frontier. These are the-

Wrong movie.

Spaceship crashed in East Malaysia.

At least it wasn't New York

Let's go inside it!

Venom's so dramatic! I love him.

He's like s husky.

The movie score only adds to this point.

Eddie's a mood.

"Meeting? Oh, shot, yeah. My meeting."

Eddie and Peter would get on like a house on fucking Fire.

Eddie would hate Tony, no matter the fact that he no longer makes weapons.

Oooooo! He snoopin'!

Kitty!🖤🖤

He snoopin'!

Eddie's gone off script. He's revealed info he's not supposed to be privy to.

Oops

There goes his job.

There goes his girl

Poor Annie.

Poor Eddie.

Subtle, Venom. Very subtle.

Eddie's sloched.

Homeless lady is absolutely awesome. What a deal she ran.

The store clerk is also a queen. She doesn't deserve the gun to the face.

Eddie's a good guy.

Poor Eddie. Can't even hear his own scream of frustration at his shitty neighbor.

Also, Drake is giving Supervillain vibes.

"No need to be frightened," my ass.

Starting human trials the minute a single animal trial is successful.

And now he's twisting the Christian Bible to suit his needs. Just like Christans

Poor Issac was not prepared to be possessed by a symbiote.

Ope, now he's dead.

Doris! She's cool.

Eddie won't even give her the time of day.

It's kinda funny. If we ignore the context of why she's approached Eddie.

I love Eddie.

Doris is having none of his shit.

It's funny.

Maria!🙀🙀😿

Hi Venom.

Eddie is suddenly a lot stronger than he remembers and is very confused.

He's also very thirsty and very hungry.

I wonder how much fun Tom Hardy had with this role.

Venom: "Eddie."

Eddie: "Wtf?!!"

Basically their first meeting: Venom: Oogily Boogily Bitch!!

I mistook the other symbiote as Venom. Forgive me. Either way, I maintain that Venom is a dramatic bitch.

Poor Eddie did not sign up for this.

Dan is chill.

Poor Venom does not like the MRI.

Poor Eddie.

I love Venom. He's a little murder puppy.

Don't do it, Doris! Don't trust him!

Damn it.

I told ya not to.

I know Eddie's from NYC, living in LA, but he's such a Midwesterner

Is being restrained to a wall, I foot in the air: "You have a brain tumor, Eddie."

I love him so much.

I also love his bike.

Look at Venom keeping Eddie alive!

Venom!!! Look who's come out to play!

Venom has no lips. Hos smile is literally all teeth

Also, him threatening Eddie to cooperate or die as if they don't become best friends (friends with benefits in the comics.....kinda) is based.

I'm literally Eddie, dude!! 🤣🤣

"Jump." doesn't jump. "Pussy."

Also, Eddie and Venom working in tandem after only knowing each other for two hours at most is amazing. I wish I had a friend like that.

DC reference!!

Venom is an anti hero.

I'm sending a pattern with some of my favorite characters. Deadpool, Red Hood, Venom.... they're all anti heros.

I love Venom and Eddie. They're besties already.

Drake just got a symbiote.

Venom doesn't like Dan. He likes Anne, though.

"What happened to 'we'?" "We're done."

Eddie, you sound like you just broke up with him.

Venom, do nOT-! And he's possessed the dog.

Smh.

Comic Book Eddie is a monster fucker!!🤣🤣

Drake, stfu.

Your symbiote said "I" before you corrected him to "We". You are expendable to him, Drake.

Anne as Venom!!

Venom made Anne and Eddie kiss!

.........I can see how similar comic and movie Eddie are.........whether on purpose or on accident.

"What made you change your mind?"

"You did, Eddie."

They are in love, your honor!

Or they could just be besties to the end. Either way, they have a great relationship and I love them.

Eddie!🙀

Venom, hurry and save him!!

Yay!!!!

I think he's angy...

You can't just save the world and peace out like that, Venom!! That's not how that works.

I can't wait for Along Came A Spider to come out.

Venom's playing wingman for Eddie. He's failing, but he's trying and it's based.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

Eddie setting ground rules?

Venom following them?

Eddie allowing Venom to eat bad people?

Amazing.

"Bad guy?"

"Yep."

Venom threatening Bad Guy™ by calling him a turd and then eating him is so funny.

"We are Venom."

I love it.

[octopiys]

A little bit of a one-shot I wrote on my ao3, and wanted to share here :)

Ghost and König fight over Soap. One-shot based on acidgrynn's tiktok

(Tw for violence, blood, gunshot wounds, cursing)

(Part 1?)

It was cold and rainy, two of the things Soap hated the most when he went on missions, practically alone. It was the dead of night, and the wind howled outside his hideout where he had hauled up, and waited for the enemy to pass.

To be fair, he was so numb from the elements that he practically hadn't felt the bullet pierce through the meaty part of his upper arm. It was only when he saw the blood mingling with the rainwater at his feet that he started to feel a little lightheaded. His flesh hadn't been as gnarled or mangled as he had thought it would be, as compared to other previous bullet holes, so he typically wasn't one to complain. The only thing that worried him was that he couldn't recall when his injury occured.

To make matters even worse, he had already completed his objective, and was heading out. The exfil truck was half a mile out of town, and one of the hostiles he thought he had killed had a little more fight left in him.

It wasn't a life threatening wound, believe him, he'd had those before, like when he fought that one bastard over in Afghanistan with the wicked looking knife that could've mirrored Ghost's.... He still had the scar on his stomach to prove it.

"Oh shite-" He thought aloud, realizing the extent of his troubles. The one thing that the Lieutenant had said to him as he left base was that he needed to be more careful. It was an order. And Riley hated it when he disobeyed.

It seemed like Price was rubbing off on him more than anyone wanted it to. After all, how were they supposed to keep up his scary guard dog attitude if he actually started caring about the rest of the team?

That was a joke.

A bad one. But still.

They'd come a far way from their first meet, when Ghost had practically cussed him out on the spot, ignored him for days, pretending like he hadn't existed, and would've left him for dead without a second thought. Now, well, sometimes he was still ignored, but Ghost could carry a decent conversation every once in a while! But he acted like he felt sometimes. And he was a beast on the field. Not that- not that Johnny liked to watch, or anything.

He wondered what the Lieutenant would do in this situation.

He damn well wouldn't be hiding in a slowly-flooding alley, waiting for the threat to pass.

The Sergeant sighed heavily, checking the ammo he had left, and going over both options he had laid out for himself.

"Creepin' fuckin' Christ." He grumbled, before ducking beneath a half wall and peeking out into the main part of the road, suddenly wishing he had brought a jacket as the wind whipped around his face. Or at least a hat.

He flexed his arm experimentally, not failing to wince when it did actually hurt like he thought it would. This only caused blood to flow out faster, and he didn't have any bandages on him. Well, fuck.

One way in, one way out.

There was a group of hostiles at the end of the street, guns raised and looking for a fight. They were gonna sniff him out eventually, so he might as well welcome it with an open heart and a blazing barrel.

He dove out into the slick streets, firing round after round at their group.

The one-four-one's favorite rule? If you get attacked, you return it.

Tenfold.

None of them stood a chance by the time Johnny was finished, his weapon steaming in the rain. He was down a grenade, and he had no bullets left in the mag, so he dropped it uselessly out of his gun and reloaded his last one. This would be an emergency use only weapon, he thought to himself as he stuck it back on its clip and pulled out a knife.

He fought tooth and nail against KorTac soldiers and the elements to get to his shitty infil and exfil truck. In one point, he had actually accidentally judo-flipped a soldier before severing the main artery in his neck with the sharp blade of his knife.

The next he ran into was just around the corner, leaving one of his buddies to investigate a sound he thought he had heard. Briefly, Soap wondered if he had ever seen a horror movie. Because even he knew that you don't go anywhere alone, at any point in time. There was a shout as he was spotted, and the Sergeant quickly shot the man in the side as he approached, and shoved. KorTac 1's weapon clattered to the ground with him, and Soap put a bullet through his helmet, before he decided to run the other way.

Exfil was a little over half a mile away, off road in the trees on the outskirts of the town, hidden beneath a camo tarp he had placed over it.

In his truck was where he had left all his medical supplies, with enough stimshots and bandages to last him three days depending on how long the mission took. It wouldn't do much, nothing like a decent doctor would, but he had to manage with what he had brought.

It always starts out as an information run, until you actually get to the information, and it gets a hell of a lot harder to get out, and keep a hold on the flashdrive.

This hadn't been one where he was given an option. He was the best to fit the job as their pet demolitions expert, able to get in and out... in as fun(in his own definition) a way as possible. And Gaz was out with Price, dealing with something in Urzikstan. It had been difficult, that location, since Alex Keller's death, but Farah had needed help, and of course, they would oblige.

By the time he tore off the tarp, and poured himself into the truck, he tied himself a tourniquet using a strap from the seat belt aside him and a screwdriver that had lay forgotten in his utility belt, and drove himself the hours back to base.

On the way home, he had found himself thinking back to the beginning, when both KorTac and SpecGru arose from the ashes that Hassan Zyani's death left behind in his trail of destruction. Each side had a few that jumped ship, including a 6'10 hood-wearing platoon specialist that soon joined them.

Soap always wondered what belonged under the sniper fabric, the same that he did for the Lieutenant whenever his blue-hazel eyes got too close for platonic comfort.

He had already accepted defeat in his half lust for tall, mysterious, masked men that had higher ups on him. It would be an issue at some point, he was sure of it.

Never had he dared to mention this to anyone, though. Why would he? It would only cause problems....

After a few long, long hours of driving, low-on-gas warnings, and self deprecating humor trying to relieve himself of the stress he had created, Soap approached the lights of the front gate.

He only glared at whatever poor kid had been stationed there on the nightshift, waiting for the the gate to open any fucking faster, and he sped through.

It was a miracle he hadn't been followed, or even tracked, he thought to himself as he skidded on the gravel of the parking lot to a stop. He drew enough himself out of the car, leaving all his gear on the bloody passenger seat, approaching the main building. Briefly, he wondered if he would have to clean it, or if the truck was shitty enough that they could scrap it for material. Most of the lights were dimmed in the early morning, and he doubted anyone had expected him back this quickly. Or even in this state.

Johnny stumbled up the steps, noticing how his fingers were numb, a chill settling into his very bones, and he tried to push away the uncomfortable feeling of half-dried half-wet hair that stuck limply to the side of his face.

The first door he cleared without interruption. It was freezing in here, and he really didn't want to add hypothermia into the mix, much less even risk it. The lights were always on in the corridors, so it was just the other rooms that were dark, their occupants inside still sleeping.

Down the hallway, with his good hand planted firmly on the tourniquet, he elbowed open the next door to the common area.

He had been trying to make his way to the hospital wing, taking a shortcut through the larger half of the building when a welcome warmness hit him and spread and suddenly he wanted to wait in the cozy room, just sleep right there, up against the wall.

The fire was going in the stones of the fireplace, and two people had lounged on opposite ends of a chess table, seeming extremely engaged in whatever they were doing. Two large windows on either side of the fireplace showed the hilly landscape that their base had crested upon, and how the sun just began to peek over the horizon. He noticed then that the sky had cleared at some point, sending the freezing rain somewhere else for the time being. The fire had cast shadows across the room, drifting across the hardwood flooring, up the couch, moving as they did.

"Johnny?" Ghost asked with furrowed brows, the rest of his face hidden behind the familiar striped black and grey balaclava that the man dared to call comfort.

"'M back lads." He murmured his greeting as the world spun and he leaned against the thick wooden doorframe for support. He should've just kept going to the medical wing, but God it felt so warm in here and he was so, so cold from the pouring rain that he felt had frozen into shards of ice around him.

He would rather be stuck in here, than waiting outside Price's office to write a report. He fucking hated those. Suggested body cams instead, but then remembered the amount of war crimes the team had probably committed, and they all quickly kicked the idea to the curb soon after that.

König turned from his spot in the chair and gave him a friendly wave, missing how Ghost switched around one or two of the wooden pieces. He still wore his face covering, the faded red paint blending into the black background of the cloth. It had settled loosely, and he could barely see the long strands of strawberry blonde hair beneath it.

"Well done." Ghost complimented, looking back to König's move, further sending warmth into his very core, or maybe it was the blood loss. He didn't seem too entirely focused on Soap at the moment, that was left mostly up to König.

The tallest man's eyes looked him up and down scrutinizingly. "Are you alright, Sergeant?"

The Lieutenant finally looked up at his question, doing half a double take as Soap felt himself slide down his place at the wall. They both were up from their spots in a millisecond, and at his side quicker than that.

"Just got nicked on the way back is all..." Mactavish grumbled, not wanting to be babied right then, but also..... he didn't entirely loathe the feeling. He watched Ghost's hooded eyes rake up and down his appearance, and tried to put aside his enjoyment. He was bleeding out, you know.

But..... there was no way he'd get to medical by himself. Too far away now. If he hadn't stopped, he might've been able to make it on his own.

Yet they fretted over him.

"Need to be more careful." Ghost's low voice rumbled across from him, raising goosebumps up his skin out of reflex and the Lietenant crossed his arms, glaring without any real malice.

"Thanks, Si, I'll try to remember that next time." He said sarcastically, inching his way back up the cool gloss over the wooden support, watching as Ghost rolled his eyes.

Gentle fingers prodded the tourniquet on his arm, and Soap tried to hide the heat that pooled in his stomach at the soft touch, or the wince that jolted his system. For such a large man, König was.... surprisingly tender with his hands. He wondered what else they were good for. "Did you return the favor?"

Johnny half smirked, bathing himself in the feeling of home, yet trying to regain some perception of his own being. "Of course... tenfold."

"I'm proud, Sergeant." König murmured, close to his ear, but loud enough so that the other could hear it too.

Soap's eyes widened slightly as the sudden adrenaline pushed him back onto his feet and taking a step forward before he stumbled, like some dame waiting to be saved. But he was no dame, and he didn't need saving, actually, he was John fuckin' Mactavish and-

"I'll take him to medical." Strong arms pulled him back up and he recognized the familiar rough texture of Riley's skeleton gloves on his bare flesh.

"Oh, don't worry, I can do it." König said, looping his hands around his waist, dipping low.

The Austrian was a fucking tease, that's for sure.

"I said, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨." Ghost growled, locking eyes with the other hooded man.

He only narrowed his eyes into a stare, sharper and harsher than any dagger he'd ever seen, in response, and if Johnny could guess, he had his teeth bared behind the rumpled fabric. "Do you, 𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵?"

The words hung in the air like a challenge, for that's precisely what they were.

Soap could've cut the tension with a knife, the exact one that he had left in the passenger seat from his mission. As he glanced between them with a mixture of nervousness and... something a little more than just plain need, realization smacked him in the face.

These two apex soldiers were poised at each other's throats because of 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Something a little more than need was... definitely an understatement.

And maybe he was mistaken, as the two held him tightly close, dragging him to medical, but Soap could've sworn he saw the sunken desire plunged in the deep pits of their eyes too. The only matter was who would fold first.

Who 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 fold first.

To hell with it, lay him down, he'd willingly bend to whatever either of them commanded.

Johnny may have been half delirious from blood loss, oh that much was true, but he was no idiot. His vision still worked, no matter how it tipped or blurred, or how he was sure he was half conscious by the time the sun fully came up.

Ghost and König had abandoned their verbal quarrel, retreating to a silent battle of scowling across his medical bed as the doctors fixed him up, visibly uncomfortable in the tension that had flooded the room, rolled off the two in waves. But no man was brave enough to interject, dare even ask them to leave the room so they would work it out.

They'd all resolve their.... issues later, and Soap wished he was there for it. Deep down, he knew he would be. He didn't think they would give him a choice.

And fuck me, he thought to himself, wouldn't that be a glorious thing?

[prismuffin]

Hey. Can I send in a watch dogs request please when sitara is R’s older sister, and they are mute; and Sitara is really protective of them like Josh? Maybe like someone makes fun of them online or something and Sitara goes full big sister mode and comforts R while going after whoever sent the messages?

A/n: sorry if this is a bit short anon but also I enjoyed writing for watchdogs !! Gn Reader !!

Simple Mistake

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader

( summary: when the HQ gets hacked by some trolls with a petty grudge against "S1lentz0" they don't necessarily hold back on the idiot that left them such an obvious trail to follow, you )

warnings?: cyberbullying, swearing, talks of violence and guns, reader knows sign language!! ( italics are sign language )

!-!more under the cut!-!

You hadn't meant for this to happen honestly. You were in the hackerspace in your usual spot on the couch just patching up some code in the servers on your laptop. Recently Lenni had hacked into your guys' network and left so many backdoors and holes in your servers meaning you were much more susceptible to hacks these days. If you didn't patch this now who knows who could hack you next. You typed away at the keyboard your eyes following line after line of code when Wrench called for you. You were busy, but he said it'd only be a second and that if you didn't hold a very specific wire for him while he searched for his pliers then the thing he was working on would blow up in all of your faces, literally. Josh was busy with a similar task to yours, patching up the network after Lenni got in and removing any potential backdoors she could've left. Sitara was helping Markus with the 3D printer as he got ready to leave for another physical hack across LA. So you reluctantly looked away from your laptop, leaving your unfinished vulnerable servers for just a minute too long.

Sitara shot you a smile as she noticed you walking over to Wrench and you shot her one back. It was nice that even after all these years you still had a good relationship with your older sister. Not a lot of siblings can say that they stay as close as you two have. You look up to Sitara, the way she's so bold in both her art and real life, sometimes you wish you could be like that.

But you're not.

And that thought alone used to bug you so much but Sitara reassured you that you were perfectly fine as you. She's always looked out for you since you two were kids. Being mute and more reserved, it was a lot harder to make friends or to feel useful most days. There was always something bad happening in the world and you felt terrible knowing there was often nothing you could to to help. But after joining Dedsec as 'S1lentz0' with Sitara you've found that there are tons of different people in the world just like you and they're all helpful in their own ways.

Speaking of helpful, you cautiously grabbed the wire that Wrench held. "Good now keep that steady, don't let it touch any other wires or we're all dead...mmm- probably." He ranted as he ducked underneath his workstation in search of his preferred tool. You glanced down at him every so often, cursing in your hands as your hands struggled to stay perfectly steady, though with the amount of energy drinks the whole team downs you're not entirely shocked that you can't help the involuntary motion. "Aha!" Wrench yelled, shooting up only to hit his head on the underside of the table, making the whole thing shake. Your eyes widened as sparks flew momentarily before you grabbed the device to steady it before the wire could react with anything else. "owww," Wrench groaned as he stood up straight, rubbing the back of his head, his mask showing his displeasure. You breathed out a sigh of relief at the lack of any sort of explosion before Wrench took over again, grabbing the wire from your hand delicately as he looked at you. "Your presence is appreciated my dear friend," he put on a fake British accent as he spoke, patting your cheek with the pliers twice before focusing his attention back on the device. You nodded and took that as your cue to leave. Walking back over to your laptop, you huffed down onto the couch with a sigh ready to get back to work.

The sound of beeping caught your attention and you froze, grabbing your laptop you stared at the screen with wide eyes as some stupid animation of a snake firing a gun with its tail played. It shot through your code, 1's and 0's flying everywhere as a mechanical laugh played. The snake slithered into the hole it shot and suddenly the rest of the TVs in your hackerspace were projecting the image of the snake. "What the hell is that?" Marcus questioned making everyone stop to peer at the screens. You cursed in your head as you frantically tried to stop the hack before it could get any worse.

At this point, the damage was already done though. Everyone crowded around the screens as a mechanical voice spoke. "S1lentz0 has left you vulnerable. That quiet idiot can't code to save their miserable life." It spoke, and you jumped reacting as if their words had physically hit you. You just tried to ignore their words as you started to lock them out of your system.

Sitara's jaw clenched as she stared at the screens. "Don't you talk about them like that you worthless pricks." She spat, anger evident in her voice as she crossed her arms. The voice let out the same mechanical laugh from before and Sitara only glared at the sound. "They brought down our encryptions and stole our codes to fix your vulnerable systems and thought we simply wouldn't take notice?" You'd began to sweat slightly as your fingers typed rapidly to shut them down. "Wait, so you're calling them worthless because they hacked you and took down your precious encryptions?" Marcus asked, holding back a laugh at their petty reasoning. "Snakes with cowboy hats? Who's idea was that?" Wrench spoke up, laughing much more boldly than Marcus making Josh roll his eyes at the situation. "I've heard of these guys, they're a newer hacker group called Ouroboros. Their systems are so outdated, I'm not shocked that you got your shit hacked and taken down so quickly," Sitara spoke, still glaring at the screen as she continued. "Don't be mad because my little sibling outsmarted your dumbass encryptions. The only reason you're even here is because some other hacker group weakened our system, not because you're skilled hackers." The mechanical voice tried spitting back but was washed from the screens as you finally kicked them out for good, patching up your network in the process.

With a sigh your head fell into your hands, you felt so bad that you let this happen. "welp, that was stupid," Marcus said before going back over to the printer but Sitara was looking at you. Her eyebrows were furrowed with worry as she saw you with your head in your hands, knowing exactly what you were thinking. Walking over to the couch she crouched down next to you, placing her hand on your knee as she softly called your name. "Y/n," You peeked from your hands to look at her. 'I'm sorry,' you signed, 'I didn't mean to leave us vulnerable.' you frowned, looking back towards your laptop to avoid her eye. Sitara sighed before moving to sit next to you. With a smile she bumped your shoulder and you looked at her again. "Hey, it's not your fault ok? If we're gonna blame anyone here its Lenni. She was the one to leave us vulnerable, you were just trying to fix it." 'Yeah but I got distracted.' "And that's completely ok," she placed her hand on your shoulder and you leaned into the comfort now going into a side hug with her. 'Is it really?' you signed, and she smiled "Yes! It is y/n, nobody's blaming you hun just look around." She was right, everyone had simply went back to their original tasks. It was almost as if you guys hadn't got hacked only a few minutes prior. "Those guys that hacked us are just run of this mill idiots they don't pose any real threat." She said with a playful roll of her eyes and you hesitantly smiled at her wording.

You guess she was right, you'd only hacked them a while ago to steal some parts of their firewall that you thought would be useful in your own. You often do that, stealing multiple different encryptions and putting them all together for one mega-encryption that was damn hard to hack. "Don't beat yourself up over this alright y/n? Trust me, me and Marcus are gonna get them back, right Marcus?" She smiled at the approaching male, "Damn right," Marcus said with a smirk, placing his newly made zap-gun in a holster under his hoodie.

Moving out of the hug you turned and smiled at Marcus. 'Thanks you guys,' You signed and Marcus looked at Sitara for translation, he was trying to learn more ASL for you but it's a lot harder than he thought it'd be. "You're welcome Y/n," She said, eyeing Marcus as she placed a hand on your head and Marcus nodded. You couldn't help but feel better at the interaction. Just having confirmation that they had your back in situations like these was enough to make you beam. You truly loved your team at Dedsec and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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( I'm very iffy on this one tbh I kinda don't like how I wrote it but imma post it anywayyyyy !!! )

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Masterlist

[fangirl-forever3000]

Another take one what could've been...

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The tension between these two is palpable. 

"So, you went to school with Yeon Jin. Tell me, did you approach me on purpose?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered. And a moment later, before he could look away dejectedly, she said, "No. Yes and no."

"What?"

"I knew who you were when I first saw you. But it wasn't my plan to run into you at the Go club. I just went there to play a game or two."

Giving her a confused look, he motioned for her to keep talking. She had his interest piqued since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He might as well listen to everything she has to say.

"You were playing at the club at the same time as me, that is all. I saw you there and then I changed my plan. You would've been an easier way to get to your wife."

Every interaction with Dong Eun would automatically etch itself into his brain, and this was no different. Do Young stood there looking at his soon-to-be ex-wife's unfortunate victim. His mind traitorously screamed, "You're planning on leaving Yeon Jin just for this?! Good choice! Good riddance!" He stared at her and asked, "So you really do it? Backstab naive men, make them cry, and ruin lives?"

"Yes. I told you so already. You chose to not back off," she reminded him.

He did something he has never done in his life. He pleaded with her. Just to hear her side of the story, which he knew would be nothing but the truth. "Butakheyo (please). Tell me. Tell me everything. I am ready to hear it. I braced myself." 

He motioned to the bench nearby and they sat down together.

She looked at him deadpanned and spoke, "I speak from experience. Even if you have braced yourself for something like this, it will hurt you. It will hurt you a lot."

"It won't hurt me more than it hurt you. Mianhe. I should correct myself. More than she hurt you."

For the first time in forever, Dong Eun was stunned by this man's actions. Up until now, for her, he had been predictable. Keeping wary of her surroundings and who she was talking to, Dong Eun decided to tell him everything. About So Hee. About her. About all the 'bullying', when in fact, it was simply plain abuse.

Whilst they were talking, they both suddenly became aware of the fact that they were being watched. Closely watched. They pretended to keep talking but prepared themselves mentally for the unexpected. Not moments later 3 hitmen appeared out of the shadows and went straight for Dong Eun. 

The first hitman burst through the backdoor, and she quickly grabbed him and used his momentum to throw him over her shoulder. She kicked him in the stomach as he tried to get up, knocking the wind out of him. A couple more straight kicks to his chest, stomach, and to his shin made sure he would not get up for a while.

The second hitman came at her with a knife, but Dog Eun was too quick. She disarmed him and used his own knife against him, slicing his hand, and his leg and finally nicking him close to his neck. All the while Do Young tried to fight off the third guy and kept an eye on the first one, knowing that he would not get up so soon, courtesy of his fighting counterpart. The third hitman knocked him in the back of his head, forcing him to lose his senses momentarily. 

The third hitman was more prepared, and he had a gun. Dong Eun dodged his first shot and used a nearby tin cover as a shield. Do Young meanwhile, got up and saw her getting shot at. He panicked. All the while, she tossed the shield at the hitman, knocking him off balance, and then tackled him to the ground. Using his own gun, she shot him in the leg twice, put one in the first hitman's arms, and used the gun butt to toss all consciousness out of the second one. 

Needless to say, they all ran tucking their tails between their legs. The only plus point was that one of them dropped his cell phone and was too disoriented to realize it. 

As Do Young lay on the ground, gasping for breath, he looked up to see his newest fascination standing over him. She may be bruised and battered, but she is alive and well. She had just defeated their assailants with ease, her clothes now stained with blood and she offered him a hand up.

"You saved my life," he said, still a little stunned.

She smiled softly in her patented way. "Yes, I did."

"Wae? (Why?)"

"Wae? Wae jeogui gajang gakkaun saramui saengmyeongeul guhaneun sarami issseupnikka, Do-Young ssi? (Why? Why does anyone save the life of a person close to the enemy, Do Young?)"

He shook his head, wary of her motives. He had an idea. He had been having it for a long time. Somewhere deep inside Do Young's consciousness, he hoped that he would be right.

"Ttaemun dangsineul johahaeyo (It's because I like you)," she said, her eyes sparkling with cold behavior and partial amusement.

Do Young couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You saved me because you like me?" he repeated, acting incredulous and being truly satisfied. He had been right. Now, of course, he could rid himself of the little insecurity he had developed with regard to a certain young doctor he had seen her roam around with.

Dong Eun shrugged. "Why not? You're an interesting person, and I enjoy a good challenge. Plus, it's always more fun to have someone to play baduk with. And let's not forget our dear darling Yeon Jin."

He didn't know what to make of her words. Was she being sincere, or was this just another one of her games? He decided to play along, for now. Just until he could get a hold of this woman's mind. He had a feeling that this was sincere. Little did he know that he was right. It was probably the most truthful thing she had said out loud in a long, long time.

"Is that the only reason why you like me? My Go playing skills? Or is it my wife?" he asked the first part chucklingly and the latter with a face that made it look like he had just tasted something disgusting.

"Anniyo. It's your mind that attracts me. And your heart - though it may not be clean and clear, is relatively pure. And of course, forgive me if it sounds objective, but then there's your face. Plus, it's an added benefit for me; to see Yeon Jin slowly lose everything."

For a moment he stared at her. And then Ha Do Young laughed. He actually laughed. No one apart from his daughter had been able to make him laugh. "Your answers are always unexpected."

She shrugged as if it meant nothing.

"You really like me?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical and amused. "I find that hard to believe, considering you've been trying to get revenge on my soon to be ex-wife and friends for weeks now."

She shrugged. "Well, you're not them, are you? And I changed my mind about you a long time ago. You and Ye-Sol are never going to be harmed at my hand."

"Why? Wouldn't it be the perfect revenge?"

"No. My fight for revenge is with Yeon Jin. You are innocent, and your adorable daughter is even more so. Plus, you are being lied to. That makes you someone who got hurt. Not someone who did the hurting."

"You know?" he asked offended and disbelievingly. Ha Do Young lived in a world where pride mattered a lot. And the fact that Dong Eun knew about his wife's continued indiscretion before he did and that she told him to his face that Ye Sol wasn't his, made a little dent in his well-tamed ego. It was a blot on his picture-perfect life and he didn't particularly enjoy it.

"Yes. It was not that hard to figure out once I realized that you aren't colorblind."

"And there's only one another ass we all know who is..." he said finishing her sentence for her.

They sat there in the night's silence. Their presence keeping the other soft company. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to her and asked, "What can I do?"

Dong Eun looked at him as though he was mad, but kept her impassive face on the front. "Mwo?(What?)"

"I said, what can I do to help?"

"Stay away, for starters. And take your kid away too. I don't want Yeon Jin using her as a chip."

"That's it?" he asked her as though he had just taken an arrow to the heart. And he had, metaphorically speaking, of course. Do Young had genuinely thought she would either ask him for help or at least let him help her. Granted, he was Yeon Jin's husband; he could just turn around and go tell her everything he knew about Dong Eun's plan. But he decided against it. She didn't know that, not yet.

"Yes. That's it. The less collateral damage I have to worry about, the faster will I rest."

"Can I not join the hunt?"

"I already have an executioner. I don't need another," she said straight to his face.

"You're the queen, the one who calls the shots. You have an executioner. But do you have a minister? I could be him. I could be your minister," he said, offering his services to destroy the remaining 4.

Dong Eun looked at him and replied, "Don't you know? If the queen goes down, so does her minister?" She motioned to the cell phone and said, "Judging by this, your wife is already trying to have me killed. Who knows, if you join the hunt, you might accidentally be the next target."

"I can handle her just fine. Plus, I have scores to settle with them. It will be easier and more fun for all of us if you just let me on board."

"Scores?"

"I don't like being lied to. Or being manipulated," he said pointedly referring to her actions and those of who he had to refer to as his wife.

Looking at his whiskey eyes, she said, "You want to join? I'll let you in. I will. When the time is right, I will."

"Fine," he said, setting his chin straight. "But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. A feeling he realized he had enjoyed. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Why not now?"

"I'm going to make their lives a hundred times worse; do what they did to me - break their bodies, their mind, their soul... You shouldn't be around for that. Just pray that they go to heaven when they finally do die, otherwise, their lives here would just be hell."

"Sure. Just promise me one thing. When you finally get to Yeon Jin, you will call me. Me and not that executioner."

She nodded and wondered internally if his words were the result of jealousy or the need for revenge for being cheated on and lied to.

"Say, if I give you access to my resources, would you teach me to play baduk like you?" 

She laughed once more. Her mind sent generated the notice that in his presence she smiled and laughed more than she did with anyone else. "Sure. I'll teach you."

Looking at each other in twilight's beauty, he came to realize fully why she was doing what she was doing. Before he could control his mouth he said, "Can I see them? Your scars?" She stared him down for a good minute or two. Just as he was about to apologize, she rolled up her sleeve to reveal a network of scars; the first of many.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He had known that she was a warrior ever since he spoke to that nobody of a woman - that Hye Jeong, but seeing the physical evidence of her battles, of his wife's torture, was something else entirely. He reached out tentatively, tracing the raised edges of one scar with his fingertips.

"It must have been painful," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers.

"It was," she replied, "but the pain is what made me stronger. These scars remind me of what I've been through and what I've overcome. It reminds me every day why I need to do this."

"I have scars inflicted by her too," he said, pointing across his chest - his heart. "But they're nothing compared to yours."

She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and respect. "Every scar tells a story," she said. "Yours is no less important than mine." And in that moment, they knew that they were stronger together than they could ever be alone.

a change in mood was needed. He suddenly remembered her words from an hour or so before. He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of fun? What you said earlier, about liking me, what do you mean?"

Dong Eun flashed a sly smile. "The kind that comes from testing each other's limits, pushing each other to be better, to making each other be human. To be able to truly feel. I think we could be quite the team, you and I."

"Well, thank you for saving my life," he said, standing up straight and brushing himself off.

She smiled. "Don't mention it. And who knows? Maybe we'll get to play together again sometime." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him to wonder what her true intentions were for the days after this. How would she get revenge? Most of all he wondered when he would see her again. And then he thought what he would say to her when he does see her. And how he would tell her that he likes her too...