#normally it wouldn't come to this and none of them would actually shoot

[vodika-vibes]

heyy vod’ika. Love this fall event idea. It’s so cute and cozy. Anyways, this idea sparked When I was reading the prompt list.

could I have Kix/fem Reader and pumpkin carving. I was thinking that maybe she’s a bit too excited about getting to carve a pumpkin, and she accidentally cuts her hand, resulting in the night ending with him taking care of her and comforting snuggles, or something like that.

happy autumn 🍂💕

Little Talks

Summary: You introduce Kix to the joys of carving a pumpkin. It goes about as well as you expect.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 983

Warnings: None

Prompt: Pumpkin Carving

A/N: Thank you for your request! And while I normally wouldn't write something today due to my husband's work schedule, he got called in suddenly so I have time to write. So, here it is!

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“Hey, cyare?”

“Hm?” You answer, half distracted as you dig for one of the bottles of pumpkin ale from the back of the fridge. Honestly, why did you put them in the back of the refrigerator when they’re your favorite?

Kix appears in the doorway and leans his hip against the frame, his arms folded across his chest, “Why are there two gourds sitting on your coffee table?”

You straighten and shoot him a puzzled look. “What are you—?” You pause to remember what’s on your coffee table, “Oh! The pumpkins!”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, it’s not what you said,” You counter as you scrunch your nose at him, “Gourds could be one of a dozen different things.”

“You’re not answering the question, babe.”

“I’m going to introduce you to the joys of carving a pumpkin!” You announce with a grin.

“...Ah.” He rubs the back of his neck for a moment, “Why?”

“Because I love you and want to spend time with you.”

He smiles at you, small and fond, but shakes his head. “No, I meant why are we carving pumpkins? Is there a reason?”

“Oh. Tradition, mostly. I like to roast the seeds for a snack, but honestly, there are easier and cheaper ways to get pumpkin seeds.” You ramble cheerfully as you walk over to him and tug him into the living room, “We’ll move into the kitchen for the actual carving, it’s a bit too messy for a living room activity—”

You stoop to grab the pumpkins, only for Kix to take them from you and bring them into the kitchen.

“You don’t have to do that,” You say as you follow him into the kitchen and settle next to him at the bar.

“I wanted to.” Kix sets them on the counter and then tugs you into his arms, “You shouldn’t have to carry anything, ever. That’s what I’m here for.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, “Lucky me,”

“Lucky you is right,” He bumps his forehead against yours, a grin crossing his face as he dips you back so he’s able to kiss you.

You move your hands to cup his face, sure that he would never drop you, “Well, someone is confident in themself.”

“Please, I’m a catch.” Kix counters smugly before he catches your lips with his for a deep kiss. 

You sigh into the kiss, deeply content with the way that your life is going, but also well aware that Kix is trying to distract you. So you press your hands against his chest and push him back slightly, “You’re not going to distract me this time, Mister.”

“You sure?”

“Yup.”

“I can be very distracting.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” You say as you stick your tongue out at him, and he grins at you and leans in to try and catch your tongue. “Come on, Kix. This is important to me. I want to show you some of my childhood. You can distract me later.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I can stow my libido for an hour or two.”

“Oh, can you?”

“It’ll be a hardship, but you’re worth it,” Kix says solemnly. 

Laughter bubbles from you, “You have been spending far too much time with your brothers.”

“Alas, such is my life.” He pulls you so that you’re no longer hanging from his grip and settles his arms around your waist to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Alright. Show me what we’re doing.”

“Head on over to your pumpkin, and I’ll give you a crash course.” You say cheerfully before you turn to kiss his cheek, “I need to grab the carving knives. Honestly, you’ll probably be better at this then me.”

Kix tosses you a slightly smug smile and releases you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re muffling your laughter as you confirm that you’re right. You’d be surprised if he wasn’t, you know that knife work was part of his training, even outside of the whole medic thing.

However, you’re so distracted with watching Kix, that you’re not watching your knife, and you release a sharp hiss and drop the knife down when you feel a sharp pain in your index finger.

“What happened?” Kix is there immediately, his sharp eyes honing in on the blood welling from your finger.

“I just nicked myself, that’s all.” You reassure, “It happens almost every year.”

Kix frowns at your hand, and immediately tugs you over to the sink, “You have a first aid kit, right?”

“Yeah, it’s over there, but really, Kix. I can take care of it.”

“You have a personal medic here wanting to take care of you and you’re refusing?” Kix asks with an arched brow, and then he smiles, “I want to take care of you. And, luckily, I’m good at this.”

And he is good at it. 

He has your finger cleaned, treated, and wrapped in under 5 minutes.

“Wow, that was quick.” You marvel as you stare at your bandaged finger.

“My brothers are idiots,” Kix replies as an explanation, and, knowing Fives and Hardcase, it is explanation enough. “There, not that you’re not bleeding anymore, we can cuddle on the couch.”

“But the pumpkins—”

“Cyar’ika,” His hands move to cradle your cheeks, “You aren’t going to be able to cut your pumpkin with your finger like that. And don’t you want to cuddle with me?”

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, rubbing your cheeks against the palms of his hands, “Alright, I suppose the pumpkins are a lost cause at this point.”

“We can clean it up later,” Kix agrees as he eagerly nudges you out of the kitchen and into the living room. And, before long, you’re sprawled across his chest, your head tucked under his chin and his arms secure around your waist.

And this, you think, is the meaning of happiness.

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[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

RWBY volume 2 episode 1 rewatch thoughts

.Bold move starting off with two new characters, especially ones that attentive viewers would know are villains

.Something really weird is that the old shopkeep never speaks past volume 1 even though he does in the first episode

.Considering how a lot fairy tales that are mentioned in show turn out to be foreshadowing lore, I'm kinda bummed that none of the books mentioned here seem to be linked to anything

.The window darkening switch things are really cool

.And Emerald and Mercury just straight up kill a guy, how many people have they killed and why did Emerald not even get a slap on the wrist later?

.Society if the text on Blake's notepad was decipherable and you could see her thoughts on Adam at that point

.Nora shooting cherry tomatoes(?) into Yang's mouth is weird and stupid and I love it. Let them be dumb teens

.Is Ruby calling her team (minus Weiss) "Sisters" where that one quote of Monty wanting team RWBY to be a sisterhood comes from? Because that quote has no other source to my knowledge.

.Ruby why are quoting Richard fucking Nixon, and why do I think that's the funniest thing ever RN. Oh god she a gun nut who fights protesters, did you vote for Trump Ruby? Did you? (this is all a joke before someone takes that in bad faith)

.Ah yes, one of the two real puns Yang actually makes in the whole series. And every fanfic author proceeded to have her be pun machine anyway.

.Wow Didn't expect them to show Weiss getting Creampied, that's kinda inappropriate don't ya think :)

.Neptune looks like what would happen if someone tried to combine Rex Salazar (Generator Rex) and Ninja (The Fortnight guy) genes into one clone body and it turned out defective (Can you tell I don't like him?)

.Shout out to whoever yeeted Jaune

.Whichever writer said that the foodfight isn't "100% Canon" or whatever is fucking coward. I get it's ridiculous but so is lot's of other stuff in this show

.Wouldn't putting turkey's on your hands get really fucking gross with all the meat juice

.Ruby surfing with a lunch tray gets a hell yeah from me, let her do Sonic the hedgehog type bullshit. Also shout out to that one animation someone made her breakdancing with Crescent Rose. I might dig through tumblr to reblog that later

.That one joking shot of Ruby holding Weiss was edited to remove the silly stuff in this volumes trailer, which can be argued to be straight up queerbait. Whiterose being teased as a joke is oddly thing in this volume and only this volume (also the anthology manga's but those are written by fans so that's not surprising)

.The first time Ruby becomes the rose pedal sphere thing is a scene you aren't even supposed to take as fully canon, also they should have let her do the giant vortex thing as part of her "real'' moveset

.I like to think the one of the reasons Ozpin didn't get mad is that this shit is kinda normal for Hunters

.God I fucking love Roman

.Emerald please, she doesn't care about you

.Eme and Merc are blood thirsty enough for Cinder of all people to tell them to keep their hands clean

.I forgot how funny Mercury can be

.Cinder he's a committed man, that's not gonna work

[yzafre]

Rise Magic Watch - Bullhop, Nothing But Trouble, Turtle-dega Nights, Shadow of Evil

We've got a mixed bag on how much magic there is in these episodes.

Bullhop

Bit of new information about Big Mama! Here is an exact order of events:

We see her eye glow, we see Mikey get webbed, and then we see her transform. So, she can shoot webs even in human form.

Nothing but Truffle

Ooof. This episode is… not a good look for Mikey. But… yeah, very believably self-centered for a kid his age lol. And Karma came for him in the end.

Meat Sweats used the shadow moon trufflle… before getting mutated? Like, it had to be, for this to be his signature dish from his time as Rupert Swaggert. How did he learn about this. How did MIKEY learn about this?

I'd say it's just a sort of boundary-crossing thing that most people don't know is actually magic, but… Mikey called it a MYSTIC ingredient - which is used in the show for things connected to the hidden city.

((also… jupiter eclipsing the moon? …how??? I may not understand how eclipses work entirely, but… this is nonsense, right?))

Got a bit of an answer to like. Meat Sweats absorbing people-people. Some thoughts from this

So I have a SUPER vague memory of something from x-men where like. Rogue got someone's powers permanently by absorbing them to death. You think that's a thing here?

The fact that Meat Sweats ACTUALLY absorbed Todd's niceness is. Interesting. Like it actually is a "super-power" (mystic???). Wild. Does it mean he's not able to NOT be like that, even if he wanted to? Would he even know if that's the case? Was he always like this?

Still not entirely sure what would happen if Meat Sweats absorbed the turtles. Would he just get their like. Shells? The same way he got tree-like features here? What about their mystic powers? Ninpo? ((still not sure how closely those two are related)).

….Todd HEARD mind-Raph??? Like this was not just a memory Mikey was going off-of, but real enough someone else could hear? Realistically, it's a gag, but. What.

Silver… worked? Against this? Is it a joke? Yes. Is it also now in the text? Yes. Silver vs mystic powers - possible solution.

Turtle-dega Nights: Ballad of Rat Man

I just love how many like. Normal-ish things exist in the Hidden City. Also how integrated the mutated villains seem to have become with that side of the world.

You know, I was wondering why this would come before Shadow of Evil on the episode order I'm following , given how hard it pushes into "Splinter is Lou Jitsu" in it's set-up… but then there was one line from Donnie:

"You're the one who introduced us to Lou Jitsu!"

That would be… a bit of an odd thing to say, if you knew your Dad was Lou Jitsu, wouldn't it? And suddenly having it right before Shadow of Evil made sense.

…On the other hand, none of them acknowledge that they're all. Totally chill about the obvious mystic inhabitants of this place. so.

Shadow of Evil

Big reveals! But less new magic than you would think.

Mystic metal is "new", thought technically we've seen it in the gauntlets. Also, it can heal itself.

We see Draxum's portals again - he creates them with a hand gesture - are these natural or artificial, do you think? That is to say, is he using a tool for this?

And then... Shredder, and the Kuroi Yoroi/Dark Armor. Big story moment! I am curious, what are Splinter's "flashback(?)"s at this reveal supposed to represent?

It can't be memories, because the Shredder's in them, and he's not been around for many lifetimes. The story Splinter's grandfather told him, maybe? Curious....

[666writingcafe]

Exam Prep, Part Two

Solomon

"For the practical part of your midterm, you'll have to deliver a curse or hex, and you'll have to block one."

"I know," MC replies. "The professor went over that in class today."

"Right. I keep forgetting that you're the studious type."

"Does that surprise you?" I smile.

"For you, no. It makes perfect sense. I'm just not used to working with people who are quite so attentive."

"I've always tended to be a bit of a bookworm."

"That's good. Knowledge is power." MC snorts in amusement.

"You sound like Satan."

"Where did you think he got that from?" MC briefly looks perplexed by my statement, but quickly shakes their head.

"Is something the matter?" I ask.

"Not particularly. It's just that the questions I have will end up sidetracking us, and I can't afford to waste any time." I chuckle. They're definitely the most responsible person that has ever stepped foot in the House of Lamentation.

"All right then. Let's get started. I believe you'll do fine as long as you maintain control, but it never hurts to practice. So, today you and I are going to have a friendly duel." I position MC at one side of the room, and I take my place at the other.

"Why a duel?"

"Because other than wanting to mess with someone, you'll most likely curse or hex someone while you're in a fight."

"I see."

"Now, when you're actively battling someone, you can't afford for them to know your next move. You also don't normally have a lot of time to plan, so each second is valuable."

"So, you have to have the curse you want to use in mind, and then silently deliver it."

"Exactly." I appreciate the fact that they learn quickly. It makes things a lot easier for me when I don't have to repeat myself constantly. "For this exercise, just worry about blocking me. Once you feel comfortable, we'll switch to you delivering. If we have time, then we'll duke it out."

"None of this is going to be lethal, is it?"

"Of course not. You can't take your exams if you're dead."

"Except if I turned into a ghost."

"But then you would have to get ghost-friendly supplies, and that seems like a lot of work for a simple midterm." That makes MC laugh.

"I suppose you're right," they say once they compose themselves.

"So, are you ready?" MC nods their head.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm confident in their blocking abilities, I wouldn't even think about delivering this curse to MC. The brothers would kill me if it actually stuck. However, it's the first curse that pops into my head, and nothing else is coming forward.

So, I silently utter the curse, and its energy shoots out of my hands and heads towards MC. As expected, they block the curse. However, instead of simply getting absorbed, the curse bounces off MC's magical shield and hits me square in the chest with enough force to send me backwards. My back hits the wall, causing me to slide down to the floor.

To say that I did not anticipate this happening would be an understatement.

"Solomon!" MC's panicking. "Are you alright?!"

"I'm okay." As I stand up, I make sure to avoid eye contact with MC.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" MC walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Not permanently, no. I'll definitely be sore for a few days, though."

"I'm sorry, Solomon. I had no idea that this was going to happen."

"Neither did I. Very impressive." MC pauses. They must have picked up on the fact that I'm not looking at them.

"Solomon, what type of curse did you send?" I sigh.

"A love curse."

"Go on." If their tone is any indication of their feelings, MC seems cross with me.

"The person affected becomes infatuated with the first individual they lay their eyes on. The effects normally last for about a hour." They don't say anything for a couple moments, and I wonder if it would be more or less terrifying to have them yell at me for what I've done.

"How long have you had feelings for me?" The question catches me off guard. I wasn't expecting them to be so blunt.

"A while," I admit.

"Why me?"

"To be honest, I don't know. I haven't allowed myself to feel this way about anyone in a really long time, and yet somehow I've managed to grow quite fond of you."

"I see. Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself once you look at me?" Damn. They're really observant. What else have they picked up on?

"Something like that. The combination of your power and my emotions will most likely intensify the effects of the curse, and I don't want to put you in a situation you don't want to be in."

"And yet you chose that particular curse." I feel like they're smirking at me.

"I knew it wouldn't hit you. You're an excellent blocker."

"Thank you." Footsteps indicate that they're walking away from me, and for a moment, I'm convinced that they're going to leave me in this room alone as punishment. However, the door not opening indicates that they're still here.

What exactly are they doing?

"Solomon?" Their voice is coming from the direction of the couch. Are they sitting on it?

"Yes?"

"How long do you reckon the curse would last under these circumstances?"

"At least a couple hours. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just making sure that I won't be missed." I'm confused.

"What are you getting at, MC?"

"I want you to look at me."

"You better not be joking." The words escape more harshly than I was intending.

"I'm completely serious. Of course, if you would rather I fetch someone else..." They trail off as my eyes finally meet theirs. Sure enough, they're sitting on the couch.

"That won't be necessary." I quickly walk over to the couch, where I lean down and kiss MC on the lips. Before I can pull completely back, MC pushes me onto their lap and deepens the kiss.

This is going to be a long afternoon.

[mdhwrites]

I believe Vee was created because the writers didn’t want to explore Camilia worrying and grieving over possibly losing Luz, the only family she had left. We didn’t witness Camilia spend months wondering what happened to her daughter since Vee pretended to be her. Even after Camilia discovered she wasn’t her child, she kept her and formed a familial relationship. Another issue is that Luz didn’t have any questions surrounding her disappearance, nor did she have to repeat a grade since Vee had taken her place, leaving others none the wiser. Vee was a copout by the writers, who didn’t want to have Luz face consequences for going missing.

Here's my rebuttal: What place did that have in this story?

Especially by the time of Yesterday's Lie, TOH is still a kid's show. It's still the story of a girl escaping to a fantasy realm and getting to live the dream of being a witch that she always wanted. While S2B will get more dramatic, it never gets truly dark frankly. All of its water works are pretty basic and bare bones for the fantasy genre frankly. I mean, the darkest it gets is "I'm a clone and Belos has murdered me untold amounts of times" and they don't explore that either because that'd mean following through on the plot point and one dark plot point does not a drama make. It's part of why the fandom constantly shouting trauma never rang true because these are the first actually bad things to ever happen to these characters and they never respond quite properly to them.

All that you want is befitting for a genuinely dramatic story. One that is trying to face the consequences of EVERYTHING. It'd actually be a really bad, really brutal gut punch to a story that is already exploring the genuine effects of being an isekai protagonist, already exploring how much that would already suck, and that's the exact OPPOSITE of what TOH was interested in doing. It never properly faces consequences for anything that happens in the show and actively shoots possible consequences in the face much of the time so they can move on to the next moment the writers actually care about.

Instead, Vee is a genuinely brilliant work around the problems of the isekai genre while not pretending they just don't exist. Does she fully function? Not entirely, you still have to suspend your disbelief that this lab grown creation who never had any schooling or social interactions can FUNCTION in society but that's pretty normal suspension of disbelief for this sort of thing frankly. It would have started straining more if they'd gotten a full S3 and so actually had to spend time with Vee and dealing with the twin identities but at this point I hope I've pointed out enough in the rest of my blogs that this show just wouldn't properly explore any of that really. We'd maybe get one episode that ends up on Luz's side in the end and that'd be it.

But as I've talked before with Vee, her main goal wasn't even just to wave away tonal issues. She was meant to directly be able to show that Luz could have had friends. Could have been happy. That, as Vee states, "She had it good." Which, you know, was a GIANT mistake since they never backed up Luz being bullied or an outcast or having social anxiety or anything like that so it just makes Luz like a lying bitch and recontextualizes her entire introduction in terrible ways. It WAS the intended goal with Vee though to do that.

That's honestly part of the tragedy of TOH and why it's hard to defend the writers as writers. There's almost ALWAYS an explicit point to most of the elements included in the story for a short term gain or statement but there's no thought to the overall effect of it. It could NEVER have been serialized because these writers don't think about the big picture. Instead, they sloppily put together a Jenga tower and the longer the game goes on...

Well, eventually a good base is eroded until it all comes crashing down.

[stormyoceans]

i feel like in bl world it's somehow a no go to talk about why you dislike a show, because people always think it means you hate everyone involved, so it's nice to see that i'm not alone with my feelings about 4m. i was thoroughly disappointed by it and it's even worse considering it's sammon who wrote it. they (ceo and sammon) always went on about how they are working hard on the script and that's why it took 2 years and like... this is what they came up with? i like triage and love mod, but this one doesn't compare at all. the characters were flat and i did not care about them or the relationships at all (i will say, i liked the second couple much more than great and tyme), the mystery was okay i guess, but still lacking anything meaningful and even the chemistry between the actors, not just the pairings, but everyone interacting was so wooden and missing any depth to me. they tried and we know the actors can act, but none of that came across to me. and i 100% agree with you, the ending is so lame, they should have made this a tragedy and not whatever they tried to achieve with the ending they gave us, because that was just laughably bad imo. maybe my expectations were too high because of sammon, but i was just disappointed with this show :(

i honestly understand getting defensive over something you love or even just enjoy, i think that's pretty normal, but i also fully believe it's extremely important to be critical of the media we consume, and unfortunately i feel like over time 'being critical' has started to be equated with 'being hateful' by fandom in general, which couldn't be furthest from the truth: you can love a piece of media AND still be aware of its shortcomings, the two things aren't mutually exclusive. analyzing media and talking about different aspects of it is actually what makes fandom fun to me, so as long as everyone is being respectful im always going to encourage this kind of discussion

ANYWAY. all that aside, i fully understand your disappointment over 4 minutes, anon. it was one of the series i was looking forward to the most this year because both triage and manner of death are two of my favorite BLs, so it's just really weird to me to feel so..underwhelmed by it. i've mentioned this before, but my main issue with the show is that, like you said, i simply do not care about these characters. i wouldn't say they were flat, personally, because there was A LOT of potential that was not used, but it feels like the writing always remained on a very surface level and did not utilize the depth these characters had, and as such it failed to create a connection between them and the viewers (which is also why i think some of the acting may have felt a bit bland)

for example, i think they could have done SO MUCH MORE with the brotherly relationship between tonkladome and korngreat, maybe even by creating some parallels between them. like it's crazy to me that we didn't get a single flashback showing what tonkla and dome's relationship was like (and no, im not counting the one where tonkla killed their dad), or just that we didn't get more of dome's character by himself. 'he was tonkla's brother' is not enough for me to care about him dying or about tonkla's revenge. and now that im typing this out im realizing we never got a confrontation between korn and great about great helping thyme THAT'S INSANE (AND NOT THE GOOD KIND OF INSANE). also not a single scene with tonkla and great other than tonkla shooting him!!!!!! all these characters could have been SO INTERESTING if only the narrative would have given them a bit more insight

and this is already so long so im gonna try to wrap it up, but i have to say this because me actually WISHING we would have gotten a sad ending is one for the history books. tbh i think there is a deeper narrative issue when it comes to great and thyme that im not gonna get into because this post will never end otherwise (to sum it up: they weren't treated as main characters), but MY personal issue is that i didn't want an happy ending for them, because at no point in the show i've been rooting for it. like take triage, for example: you start the story almost hating tol, and then time loop after time loop after time loop you see him go through one of the best character development i've ever seen and by the end of the show the viewers are BEGGING for him and tin to be happy and together. i don't wanna say great and thyme didn't deserve that happy ending, but they also didn't really earn it, which is why that perfectly wrapped up sense of peace we got falls completely flat and feels very out of place

idk sammon's concepts are always incredibly fascinating to me and 4 minutes is no exception, but while all the elements of the show had a lot potential, they just did not come together in a satisfying or coherent way, which is really a pity

at this point im looking forward to spare me your mercy even just to see if maybe these issues are more due to boc or to sammon just not being as good as a screenwriter 🤔

[balladetto]

weird headcanons

tagged by: nabbed! tagging: please feel free to yoink it from me ♡

what they smell like. the horsegirl he is ( i.e. like epona ). additionally, like someone who takes a lot of shortcuts and detours through the woods when travelling. twigs, bark, cut grass, all very earthy. sometimes fishy or even like soil after he's taken a dip in some river or lake. essentially: kind of stinky.

how they sleep. used to sleep on his front, exclusively does so on his back or right side now. when he's in deep rest, that's probably the most "uncoiled" you ever really get to see him. never makes it through a night without startling awake more than once, or waking up after scant hours of rest and deciding to count it as a day started. link doesn't tend to remember any of his dreams unless they're memories.

what music they enjoy. the kind that he can learn to replicate. so, technically, a lot of music — and honestly, he's open to listening to anything! just devours it. he likes finding meaning in any melody or sound, even if the only meaning is "it's nice to listen to". ( does, however, go through a stint where the song of time and song of healing are major triggers. comes to grow out of this. )

how much time in the morning they spend getting ready. not a lot. particularly if he's on the road! most of the time, necessity calls for efficiency; then it just becomes a habit. he wakes, does a quick morning routine, packs up, and that's it. eating is saved for when he starts moving. if he's rooming somewhere, he might take a little longer just waking up.

favourite thing to collect. for the moment, spices. do they count? let's say, as a traveller who often cooks without a real stove, they do. he likes experimenting with new ones and have really figured where and when to use the more familiar ones in his collection.

left or right hand. naturally left-handed, and a warrior about it. which, duh, but in the sense that he'll use most gear/tools ( e.g. the hookshot, holding a bomb, etc. ) with his right hand to leave his left hand free for his sword if or when it needs to be drawn. in his older years, trains until he doesn't have a swordhand so much as swordhands. remains a leftie archer, though! as a deku scrub and darmani, comfortably ambidextrous. as mikau, primarily right-handed.

favourite sport. what, to watch? in a general sense, i think he'd like seeing most acrobatic artists, especially gymnasts, colour guards, and figure skaters. anything to do with keeping rhythm or weaving a story with music. he sort of has an inclination for swordfighting if you want to call that a sport.

favourite touristy thing to do while travelling. it's as close a thing to cooking that if he's in the right mood for it, definitely eating. you could say his palate is more developed than his emotional stability when he finally comes back to hyrule and it wouldn't be a joke! well — it would, but a bit of a tragic one.

favourite kind of weather. anything mild, really. from an older study post: early autumn or spring. dislikes snow for how the temperature makes him more susceptible to being triggered and his dysmorphia easier to set off, dislikes unrelenting sun for the same reason. even when he isn't travelling, rain has such an association with the slowing or total halting of progress that he finds it terribly annoying.

weird/obscure fear they have. link has a few stuck-around fears. none of them are really obscure. they're pretty normal, actually? or. not normal so much as expected. the one that sticks out the most in terms of "uniqueness" might be that of derealisation ( especially regarding the idea that he hasn't actually woken from his sealing sleep with the master sword ). it visits him occasionally.

the one carnival/arcade game they always win without fail. in the world that hyrule and termina inhabit, he's got a few on account of practice ( big understatement ), but the ones he has the most experience with are shooting galleries. good eyes and steadier hands and whatnot. ironically, not his favourite! basket bomb is — though nothing to do with bombchus. he never wins without messing up at least a few times there.

[mintedwitcher]

sorry but no, I have to disagree with you on most of these.

911 has been totally stagnant for the last two seasons at the least. The only "shake ups" we've gotten since season 3 have been the same dry conflicts on a loop (Eddie and his son, Henren and their marriage/kids/job, madney and Maddie's mental health, Buck and his revolving door of LIs). The only times this show has taken the regular format and actually shaken it up have been when one or more of the characters are critically injured (the lightning strike, the shooting, the rebar) or gone (Hen/Chim interim captain in Bobby's place, Chim in Boston, Eddie in Dispatch/Texas).

Everyone is in career stasis right now, there's nowhere for any of them to go. and while careers are not the only thing that matters, it's still the main point of this show and so it's important that there's some form of growth there. there's been none, for eight seasons. that's the kind of thing that kills shows like this.

Bobby is the cork in the bottle. with him as Captain, no one else was ever going to move up, or even try, because they were comfortable. now they need to reassess.

as for Bobby's death: remember that he didn't die of a normal virus. he died from a super-strength, entirely lethalised version of an existing virus. the regular virus has a high survival rate. the super strain does not. and that matters. because it's Bobby sacrificing himself to save his family. it's his story coming full circle at last. He came to the 118 in the first place because he got his first family killed. now he gets to go out after saving his found family. he gave his life so that others could live, that is the very core of a firefighter. Kevin Lee did the same thing. and there's no doubt at all that if Bobby had told any of the others in the lab that he was infected, Chim would've done the same, and given his life for Bobby, because that's the core of who they are as people. they are, down to their souls, life savers. no other death would have fit.

now I don't know or care particularly what Tim has said. I keep my fandom experience separated from TPTB for a reason. that being said, the storylines are stagnant, the characters have no ambition, and while there is growth for some of them in their personal lives, their professional lives - which again is the main point of the show - are stalling badly. they needed to reintroduce the stakes, they needed to change the formula. and that's exactly what they did. they took away the plot armour that has been coddling the main cast for the last six seasons at most, and it reintroduced real consequences. just like Maddie losing her voice and experiencing psychosomatic trauma was a consequence of her getting her throat slit (which yes is actually very survivable if the cut is shallow enough and the victim receives treatment quickly, which were both the case for Maddie, the blade didn't even reach her larynx, it was literally a flesh wound, the only way she would've died from it is if she hadn't gotten help in time).

I would've loved a Bobby retirement arc. In fact I've been rooting for one since season 7, but it was made very clear that Bobby is unable to relax in retirement, just like Athena. they both love their jobs too much, they're both too invested. Bobby wouldn't have been able to retire unless Athena did too, and she was never going to do that. hell even when Bobby DID try to quit, he CAME BACK ANYWAY after like a week because he loved his job. retirement was not a real option for Bobby, and the show made it very clear. which means the only other way for him to leave the 118 - because he was never going to accept a promotion that took him out of that firehouse or that engine - was going to be his death.

grief is a part of life. grief matters. and I genuinely cannot think of a different way for Bobby to die that would've felt right. this did. him, giving his own life to save his team, putting them above himself down to the last second, that feels like Bobby Nash.

as for "saying goodbye", death isn't fair. death doesn't wait for you to neatly tie up all your little loose ends and say goodbye to everyone you know. that's not how it works. Bobby got to say goodbye to his wife, he got to say goodbye to Buck. what good would it do for him to say goodbye to Hen, Chim, or Ravi? all it would do is make them feel worse. and I guarantee, if Buck hadn't seen him go back into that lab, Bobby wouldn't have said anything to him, either. goodbyes don't help when someone is dying. they just don't. look at Athena in the last ep, she stayed with him and she was still broken by it, despite his goodbye. despite being there til the end, she was still utterly broken. because goodbyes don't make things better.

as for Eddie? his life is in Texas. he made that decision clear when he left. Bobby "keeping his seat" was a kindness, not a foreshadowing of Eddie's return. frankly, if Eddie does come back, it'll undermine the only good parenting choice he's made in the last two seasons, and that's just lazy writing. yes, he and Bobby had a good relationship, but that doesn't mean he needs to uproot his son AGAIN and move back to LA to honour Bobby after he's already poured his entire life's savings into a house in Texas. he didn't just lease a new place there, he BOUGHT one. he put down roots in Texas so that he could be with his son. that should be his priority. (also he's not prioritised in 8x16 because that episode isn't about him, it's not even about the 118 as a whole, it's about Athena and Chimney handling their grief. we have confirmation (stills) that Eddie will be in 8x17, which is where we'll likely see his relationship to Bobby be brought up and hashed out, because this grief arc isn't even close to being finished yet, we still have two episodes left of this season.)

I have other grievances with Gerrard and how the Ortiz thing was handled, but seriously, if a councilwoman had enough sway to remove Hen's foster license, don't you think she also would've been all too capable of blocking Hen's placement as interim captain in 8a? and I don't want Hen as interim Captain, I want her to be Captain. she's the only one on the team with the experience, qualifications, and drive to become a captain. Chim isn't interested, Buck isn't ready, and Ravi's the most junior member of the team. Hen is the only one who makes sense as the new Captain for the 118. and that was never going to happen while Bobby was still around because again, he didn't want to retire.

8a had enough plot to juggle without adding promotional ambition to the mix (and it wouldn't have resulted in anything because nothing about the team structure would have changed). if the show wants to survive, and it does, desperately, it needed to change.

MCD is not a fault in the system, it's the uncorking of a bottle that's been sealed for eight years. most procedural shows like this change up their cast list every 2-3 seasons, to keep things fresh and keep the stakes interesting. this is the most interesting thing they've done on 911 since the lightning strike. this is the reminder that no one, not even your fav, is safe. and that is a good thing. this much of a shake up is likely going to be the thing that guarantees them a tenth season.

as a writer, and as someone who likes to analyse media for fun, Bobby's death is quite literally the only logical narrative choice they could make for his character this season.

sure they could've let him survive, let him live through the rest of this season and into s9, but then what? he never gets promoted, never retires, never changes, just stays stagnant at the top of the 118 forever? that's just putting a cork in the bottle. no one else on the team will have any movement with Bobby still in place.

Hen and Buck won't branch out with Bobby still in the captain's seat. (not that I think Buck wants to be captain yet, but that's another post.) Chim hasn't shown any signs of wanting to change his career path, so Bobby dying isn't going to affect that, and Ravi's looking pretty content where he is too. Eddie, of course, isn't even a concern since he's not a firefighter anymore, so his promotional goals aren't relevant.

So it comes down to Buck and Hen. the two who have shown in past seasons that they want more in their lives/careers than what they currently have. taking Bobby out of the equation means that Hen can apply for the captaincy. it means Buck can start learning those ropes in case he ever needs to step up as interim if Hen needs him to. hell it could even mean that Buck might just try for a promotion anyway, since he's had literally zero career growth since he finished his probational year at the 118. (I'm pretty sure there's a rank or two between where Buck is now and the captaincy but I don't know enough about it.)

let's be real, Bobby was never going to retire. he loves his job and his team too much to ever just leave like that. he would never be happy knowing that his team and his wife were still out there at risk and he couldn't do anything to help them. sure he might've liked retirement if Athena retired with him, but she's not going to do that either. so yeah, the only narrative choice that the writers could make this season to shake up the show's dynamics was to kill off Bobby. and it's sad, but its necessary. MCD isn't a bad thing, it can be really useful when its used properly, and this I think is one case where it's been utilised perfectly.

we can be sad, we can mourn Bobby (and I certainly am) but I don't think it's fair to label this as a "bad writing decision" when it's the only logical choice to make.

[ihateclaws]

As mentioned before, they weren’t always on the best terms

[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me Part 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her pronouns used, reader is implied British and given backstory)

Category: I still don’t know but it’s coming together

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you’re pleasantly surprised to run into your secret observer.

Warnings: flirting (Ghost and reader getting some action, they deserve it), mentions of war/death, talks of scars, alcohol consumption, Ghost being normal AND weird, the mask is off again, Ghost doing domestic things almost (socialisation in a pub), sexual references, family issues, reader’s friends are intense, British terminology/slang, swearing/cursing, dialogue heavy, minute Soap slander (I love him but couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.5k (longer than part 1)

A/N: After the love I got for part 1, I decided to continue so Simon is still my babygirl. Please remember that if Simon feels out of character, that’s the point of this story. It’s him when he’s not being Ghost but being forced to mix aspects of his life at home and his life at work - the work aspects being reader. Also he’s going out of his comfort zone to please the sergeant (you) because he likes you but just hasn’t really realised it yet. Not entirely sure I’m as pleased with this part as I was with the first but we’re posting anyway!

Part 1 available here.

Part 3 available here.

It took weeks before your friends finally managed to convince you to join them on a night out. You'd been putting it off for a number of reasons. One being that the thought of socialising in a crowded environment had you wanting to gouge your eyes out as you'd grown used to little to no company. Another being that you genuinely thought it'd be overwhelming and you might have a panic attack.

But after they'd assured you that they'd look after you and you could all leave if it got to be too much, you relented and organised a time and place with them. Just your local pub on a Wednesday night. You'd decided on a Wednesday as you hoped it wouldn't be too crowded and that your friends might need a pick-me-up in the middle of their work weeks. They agreed quickly with the idea.

And honestly it'd been nice for the most part. You'd arrived early, you swear active duty had made you so time efficient that you spent almost no time at all getting ready, and sat down at a table in the corner, out of sights of the most of the rest of the pub. The only thing in direct eye line was the bar itself which would come in handy when you needed to go up and order drinks.

Your friends all slowly arrived, none of them being too late, and gave you big greetings as they hadn't seen you in "forever" they claimed. You returned hugs and kisses and prepared yourself for a night of bombarding questions and retelling of war stories.

A couple of your girlfriends were bought drinks by guys at the bar and you watched on in amusement as they giggled about it together. They assured you that someone would probably buy you a drink if you asked but you waved them off saying you didn't care, which you didn't.

You listened intently as they all told you what was happening with their lives - work, significant others, kids, families, pets, parties, weddings, funerals, birthdays, anything and everything you could possibly imagine. A note of envy settled in your stomach at one point but it went away quickly when you told yourself you were being silly.

Telling them about your life was slightly more complicated. You had to skirt around some of the details of your job as it was classified and would probably horrify them if they knew what you truly did. You gushed about some of the amazing people you'd met and mentioned casually that you'd actually bumped into your lieutenant in the supermarket. They all absorbed it with wide eyes of wonder and amazement, each of them having at least one question to ask.

"So, wait, you can actually shoot a gun?"

"Does it bother you having to bunk with a bunch of blokes?"

“What’s said country like?”

"Are any of them fit?"

"Isn't it tiring?"

"How long until you go back?"

"Met anyone you fancy?"

"Hang on, you have to share a communal bathroom?"

Yes, it's alright, not really, they're okay, very, not sure, oh my god, yeah.

They never really seemed satisfied with your answers and always wanted you to elaborate. Which you did if possible.

Overall, it was nice. There was no sense of impending doom or a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole thing. You let your guard down just enough for once to attempt to have a good time. Which you did. You laughed, you chatted, you drank, it was good.

Until the bar tender came over with a drink that looked exactly like what you usually ordered.

And when he placed it in front of you, you wanted to throw up.

"Fella at the bar bought this for you."

This was it. The moment in the night that you looked forward to the least and the moment your friends had been encouraging the most. They insisted that you needed to "put yourself out there more" and “try to get laid at some point”. You were "too uptight" as they put it. Little did they know that you weren't really interested in a quick shag or even a relationship with anyone at the moment. And rejecting someone was always awful. Every time they asked why and having to explain that your job made romantic entanglements extremely hard made things awkward.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" One of your friends squealed beside you, frantically searching the bar for the culprit. "Which one?"

“Blond one.”

Oh.

"Tall."

My.

"Scars on his face."

God.

Your eyes shot towards the bar and immediately landed on him. Of course he was already looking your way with his drink raised to you.

"Shit." You cursed, silently letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone you'd have to reject but all the more anxious because it was him. A part of you was very excited to see him though.

"What is it? Do you know him?" Another friend asked you.

"He's my lieutenant. Fuck." You stood from your seat, grabbing the drink.

"The one from the shops?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, guys. I'm just gonna go say hi." You explained, slowly making your way towards Ghost.

"Take your time!"

You hadn't seen your lieutenant since he'd gone over to your place for tea. It was a weird experience. Weirder than the shops. You'd had a couple cups of tea each, shared his packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, which he'd kindly offered to you, chatted a little more and then he'd left. You didn't exchange phone numbers or even offer to see each other again. He didn't because he probably didn't want to and you didn't because you thought he probably wouldn't want to. So you'd gone your separate ways and that was that.

As you got closer to him, you wished you hadn't had so much to drink. You weren't drunk but you weren’t sober either. Kind of just bordering the edges between being buzzed and tipsy.

"Simon."

He turned so his body was facing yours, his large frame consumed the stool he was sitting on. Intimidating and alluring all at once. "Sergeant."

"You really should start calling me by my name." You sighed, stopping to stand in front of him.

"I like calling you sergeant."

"And I liked calling you lieutenant." You shot back, taking a sip of your drink despite your head screaming at you not to.

"Bet you like calling me Simon more."

Your eyes widened at his statement. He wasn't wrong but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"It's no problem. Thought I owed you for the bourbon."

You hummed in agreement but said nothing.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded towards your table where all of them were watching the two of you interact intently.

"Uh, yeah. First night out since being home so..." You shrugged.

"Having fun?"

"I was." You regretted your words immediately, knowing that you’d been insensitive.

"Ruined it, did I?" He asked but it wasn't malicious.

"No. Just... unexpected."

He nodded. "So, which one's your boyfriend?"

You were surprised at the question. Last time he'd enquired about your personal life it hadn't gone so well.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back."

He blinked at you and said nothing so you rushed off to make tea, desperately trying to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

"That's presumptuous of you, lieutenant."

"Just making conversation with you, sergeant." The return of dropping rank had you tingling inside. Might have just been the alcohol though.

You huffed. "None of them."

"Girlfriend then?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Sorry soul you're torturing with your affection couldn't make it then? What a shame." His eyes narrowed, you presumed he was joking.

"I'll ignore that insult. I'm single." Setting your drink on the surface of the bar, you leant your hip against the side but not before taking a step closer to him.

"Lucky for the world then that you're not burdening anyone with yourself."

"Jesus, Simon." You laughed out of shock, struck with his bluntness.

"Had to be said."

"Huh, you really are a charmer." You flashed him a glimpse of your teeth in a small smile, brows raising on the last word of your sentence.

"I try my best.” Pause. “Why are you single?"

"Because my affection is a burden apparently." Repeating his own words back to him seemed better than explaining your depressing void of no romance in your life because of your job. But maybe he’d understand.

"I'm serious."

"Why do you care?"

Simon didn’t strike you as the kind of person who gave a shit about the love lives of people he worked with. So why did he seem so interested in yours?

He didn't answer straight away and when he did, it seemed rehearsed. "You're my sergeant, part of my team. It's my role to care."

"To make sure I stay alive. Not to inquire about my love life." You were properly frowning at him now.

Ghost raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry I asked."

With a sigh, you relented. "The job."

"Go on…"

"Makes it difficult. The job makes it difficult to date. Especially civilians." You added the last bit on with clenched teeth. It didn’t really matter. Civilians were not on your romantic radar.

"Would you want to date a civilian?"

He saw straight through you.

"No, not really."

"Hmm."

You wanted to avoid discussing the topic any further so asked a question to change the subject. "What're you drinking?"

"Scotch that Soap recommended."

"And?"

He swished the glass around, the ice clinking against the side. "Utter shite."

"Figures." You took a long look at his drink. “You drink it on the rocks.”

“Tastes better cold. Less shit.”

“That your second glass?”

"Monitoring my alcohol intake, sergeant?” He asked and you shook your head as he looked you up and down. “You gonna take a seat or just stand there all day?"

"I'm supposed to be going back to my friends." You gestured weakly over your shoulder with your thumb, kind of forgetting they’d still been there until that moment.

His eyes flickered between the table and you. "Think we both know that isn't happening any time soon."

You hated how he saw straight through you. "Do we?"

"We do. Take a seat, sergeant." He nodded towards the stool next to him.

You stood up straighter, making a point to look directly into his eyes. "I like being eye level with you."

His foot hooked around the back of your legs and tugged you closer to him. "Think you'll find that I've still got a couple inches on you."

Your skin flushed hot, he was so close to you. You reached out and tapped his chest a couple times before realising what you were doing and removed your hand. "Think you'll find that you've had a bit too much to drink, sir."

"Simon. Thought we'd established that you can call me Simon." He leant back a little bit, relaxing in his seat. “And thought we agreed that you weren’t monitoring my alcohol intake.”

"Sorry." You squeaked.

"Sorry who?"

With a smile, you looked up at him through your lashes. You already knew what you were going to say. "Sorry... Lieutenant Riley."

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was small but it was unmistakable. "Brat."

He was beautiful when he smiled. He was always beautiful but when Simon Riley smiled… he was radiant.

You lit up at the smile but glowered at the insult. "Simon!"

"It's true." He shrugged, taking another mouthful of his drink and wincing at the taste.

"I'm stubborn. Not a brat."

"Believe me, I know you're stubborn. You've almost died like twelve times because you're stubborn. Had to save you every time." He shook his head as if it were a grievance to him.

"Could've left me behind."

"Couldn't do that. I'm your lieutenant, remember? My role is to keep you alive."

"I'm sure Price would let it slide if you had good enough reason." You thought about your Captain and wondered if he'd let you die for a good enough cause. Probably. But you held no resentment towards that fact.

Simon's head tilted to the side as he watched you think. "Don't think he'd accept brat as a reason, hm?"

You raised a finger to correct him. "Stubborn. Not a brat."

"Definitely a brat."

"Stop calling me that." You whined.

"That was the brattiest thing you've ever said. In the brattiest voice." He glared down at you. "You whined."

"You're such a dickhead, Simon." You scoffed but it was clear you were holding back a smile.

"And you're a brat. Guess we're even."

"Okay, I'm going back to my friends. To get away from this targeted attack." You paused. "Unless you want to join."

"I'll pass."

"I guessed. Do you have any friends? Maybe you could use the socialisation." You offered, wondering whether the man ever spoke to anyone when he was home or if he completely isolated himself from the rest of the world.

"Don't have friends for a reason."

That answered that for you.

"And what's that?"

"Ask too many personal questions."

He had a valid point. People did ask too many personal questions and you could understand why someone like Simon wouldn't like that.

"They wouldn't. My friends. They know we tend to be... private."

"You're a sergeant and I'm a lieutenant. Neither of us are privates." He paused to let the joke settle in. "A little army humour."

"I got it. That was good." You beamed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners at his quip.

"How much do they know of what we do?" He nodded in the direction of your friends.

You thought it over for a moment. "Very little. They know more about my teammates than anything else. Even that is limited."

He stiffened at that. "What do they know of me?"

"My quiet lieutenant with no face. Until recently." You let your eyes roam his features, taking all of him in. He was remarkable to look at really. But you'd never voice that to him.

"Hmm."

"There's more but I won't divulge with you." It was a partial joke to mess with him a little. There was some truth behind it however. You may or may not have gushed about your lieutenant to your friends. But that was nothing really. Just friendly appreciation for the man who outranked you.

"That makes me nervous."

Playing with him was too easy and too fun. "You should be."

"I'm reconsidering sitting with you and your friends now." He frowned but wasn't completely serious.

That surprised you. "You were going to?"

"Maybe." He drank more of the Scotch and trembled. "Christ, this stuff is fucking disgusting."

"Order a bourbon, something you know you actually like." You sighed. "Please do. If they're too much we can leave."

"We?" He was always questioning we.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's always we. Teammates, y'know?"

A level of unsureness settled over his face. "I know."

"Get used to a lot of we then."

"Don't plan on seeing you again after this." The admittance stung but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"I'm sure you thought that last time as well. But here we are. Are you stalking me?" There was a hint of genuineness in the question. There was no way this second chance encounter was pure coincidence.

He shook his head, waving the bar tender over and ordering a bourbon like you'd suggested. "You're too boring for that."

"You have such a way with words. Really know how to make a lady feel special." You said dryly.

"It's a gift." He scratched at the side of his nose, absentmindedly trailing a finger over one of his scars in the process.

"They wouldn't say anything, y'know? Or stare. If you're worried about that. I've come home with my fair share of scars over the years. They understand." You pulled the neckline of your shirt to the side to show off an old bullet wound that had scarred over on your collar bone.

Simon's eyes lingered on the mark on your skin but you couldn't quite read his expression. "People always stare."

"I don't."

"No, you don't." He hesitated. "Okay then."

"Wait, really?" You perked up.

"Yes, really. Quickly. Before I change my mind, sergeant." He rose from his seat, grabbing his drink and gesturing for you to go first.

You gazed up at him. It really was easy to forget just how big he was. "Quick question first?"

He didn't seem keen. "Go ahead."

"How long were you here watching me before you sent the drink over?" You really needed to know, to see how out of it you were.

"Not long." Lie.

Your brow furrowed. "How long, Simon?"

"About forty minutes."

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect it to have been that long. "Fort- Jesus. And I didn't notice you?"

He brushed you off with a small shrug. "You were having fun. Guard was down."

"Still."

"Don't dwell on it. I was just going to leave and not let you know I was here." His eyes moved away from you, the opposite side of his eye contact problem showing.

You ducked to the side to meet his gaze again. "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged again.

You offered him a small slip of affection, just the tiniest thing. "I'm glad you didn't."

He grunted in reply, which was more than you were expecting. So, you just gestured for him to follow you towards the table of your friends where you stopped short a couple feet away. You sent a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that Simon was still, in fact, there and hadn't pulled a Ghost and disappeared. But he was still standing there watching you when you checked. Which meant it was time for introductions... which you sucked at.

"Everybody, this is Simon. My lieutenant. Simon this is... everybody." You frowned at the crowded table in front of you. "You'll pick up names. It's alright that he joins us, yeah?"

“Of course.”

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Take a seat, mate."

"Where you from, Simon?"

"Manchester."

"Ugh, he's a Manc! Moving on!"

You laughed as you squeezed into the booth with Simon next to you, trying not to touch him too much. "What did I miss? What are we talking about?"

"My husband is cheating on me." One of your friends announced dramatically.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "What? Really?"

"I suspect he is." She pouted, slumping forward onto the table.

"As if. He worships the ground you walk on. As he should. What makes you think he's cheating?" You debated whether this was a good topic to be talking about with your lieutenant sat right there. But then you figured that Simon needed some friends. And what was a better way to make friends than through some old-fashioned gossip?

"Late nights as work. Going to the gym a lot. He's not getting any fitter either."

You winced. "Ah, well that is quite damning."

"Yeah. I'm trying to build up the courage to just ask him about it."

"Yeah, confront him. If he's cheating then come to me. I know how to use a gun and hide a body." You winked at her.

"Sergeant." Simon's warning tone came from beside you.

"I'm kidding, lieutenant." You looked to your friend again and mouthed. "I'm not."

Another one of your friends spoke up, leaning on the table on his elbows. "God, you guys are so formal. Even during leave."

"We don't have to be. He refuses to call me anything other than sergeant. I think it's because he secretly doesn't know my name." You nudged Simon with your elbow and then, realising what you'd done, pulled back quickly. Maybe taking a break from the drink would be a good idea for a while.

"Not true." Ghost shook his head slowly.

"So you claim. Yet you've yet to refer to me as anything other than sergeant."

"It's fun watching you squirm thinking you have to be on your best behaviour all the time." He sent you a sly smirk, his eyes squinting just the tiniest bit.

Your jaw dropped. "I'm asking Price to reassign me. This is bullying."

"Wouldn't let Price do it." He countered, leaning in dangerously close.

"Who's Price?"

The both of you pulled back at the question and answered simultaneously. "Captain."

"Ah, okay. The one with the mutton chops, right?" One friend offered.

You nodded. "Right."

Simon huffed. "That's what you told them about Price?"

"It's his best feature."

"Christ, woman." He groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Ooh, woman's a new one."

A friend volunteered in your defence. "To be fair, she's not allowed to tell us much. She usually gives us one identifying feature of every person she tells us about. So we can keep up."

"I'm assuming Soap is the fact that he's Scottish."

"Scottish with Mohawk. He gets two."

"What's Gaz?"

"Baby of the team."

"Fitting. Me?"

You stayed silent.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Can't say. Classified."

"Sergeant." His voice was harsh, demanding.

But you weren’t going to give in. "Lieutenant."

"I won't be insulted." His voice dropped to its familiar bored tone, as if trying to force the idea that it wouldn’t bother him.

That’s not what concerned you however. "Don't think you would be."

"Then why can't you tell me?”

"Just can't." Stellar reasoning, well done.

"I could ask them." He tilted his head in the direction of your friends, who were all watching you completely enraptured.

You didn’t back down, stare hardening at him. "Go ahead."

"Fine." He turned to the table. "What's my identifying feature?"

There was a moment of silence before someone gave in and admitted it. Traitors. "You don't have one."

There was a split second of delay before he replied. "She doesn't talk about me then?"

"Quite the opposite actually." One of your friends giggled.

Another stepped in. "Talks about you sooo much that you don't need an identifying feature. Just know who her lieutenant is."

"Besides, apparently you usually wear a mask. You have no features."

A raised finger of a counterpoint. "Arguably, the mask is the feature."

Ghost turned to you, almost smug. "You talk about me, sergeant?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Simon. You're good at what you do. I can appreciate that." You sniffed, rolling your shoulders back to force yourself to relax.

"Out loud? With your friends?"

You shot him an irritated look. "Get over yourself."

"Didn't say anything."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm sure you do." He exhaled deeply, glancing away from you towards his drink.

Your own gaze moved back towards everyone else around the table. "Moving on! What else is happening with you guys?"

"Saw your parents a couple days ago. They said they didn't know you were home."

Well, that wasn’t the jollier topic you hoped to move on to.

A fake smile automatically set itself on your face at the mention of your family. "Fuck. What did you say?"

"Lied for you and said you only just got back. Might want to call them."

"I will do that. At some point.” Lie, lie, lie.

"Mhm, your sister had another baby as well. That's what? The fourth niece or nephew you haven't met?" There was a note of condescension in your friend’s voice.

You shrugged, knowing you had a decent enough reason. If your job counted as decent. "I've been busy. And it's only the second."

"We're not judging. Your parents might be though."

"Well, that's lovely to know." You slouched down in your seat. The relationship with your parents was… touchy, to say the least. Desperately seeking their approval for years had left the bond with them strained. And you being away from home so often definitely hadn’t helped the rockiness of it all.

"Also they seem convinced that you've met a military man and are going to come home engaged or married..."

Your face scrunched in disgust. "Oh, ew. What the fuck?"

Simon elbowed you harshly in the ribs. "We're not that bad."

"Share a bunk with Soap and come back to me on that." You snapped back. Your fellow sergeant was a snorer who regularly farted in his sleep. He was like your brother but man did you hate having to sleep in close proximity to him.

"Fair point.” He grumbled back to you. “But why are they under that impression?"

"They know I don't date civilians."

"Or anyone." One of your friends mumbled in her drink.

"Thank you.” You sent her a sarcastic smile. “So they think I'm after a man in uniform."

"Aren't you?" The same friend asked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. "In... theory."

"Not in practice though." She carried on, loving the way you were squirming.

"We know not in practice, okay? Doesn't need to be said aloud.” You spared a glance at the man beside you before adding a harsh whisper. “Especially in front of my lieutenant."

"I'm sure Simon is loving this."

"It comes with the job. Family troubles and no love life." He offered some of your words back to you from earlier, shrugging. You were glad of the support from him, even if it was only your own thoughts.

"You got any friends for her Simon? Anyone on the team you think she'd be good with?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not good enough for her."

Wait, what? Not good enough? For you? Since when did he have such a high opinion of you?

A friend of yours cooed. "That's sweet. If it helps, she's great in the sack."

You choked on the mouthful of drink you were taking, slamming your glass back down. "And how exactly would you know that?!"

"I shared a house with you in uni, babes. I remember all those guys coming out of your room with dazed smiles looking as if they'd just had the time of their life." She grinned at you slyly.

Eyes wide. Jaw dropped. Heart racing. "Oh, my god. Please shut up."

"You asked."

"I didn't need such a detailed answer!” You were ignored.

"Although you may be quite rusty at the moment. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You covered your face with your hands. "For the love of everything that is good in this world, please be quiet."

"I'm just saying. We're all friends here, aren't we?" She laughed, mainly gesturing towards your higher up.

"He's my lieutenant!"

"Wait, Simon, are you single?"

You cut in before it could go any further. "Nope! Okay! So... sister? Baby. Parents? Delusional. What else?"

Everyone around the table chuckled at your reaction but moved on anyway, much to your relief.

"They're hoping you’re home for Christmas this year."

Your hand tightened around your drink. "I hope I'm not."

"Thought you'd say that."

Paying little attention to what your friend actually said, you mumbled to yourself. "That's fucking ridiculous of them. What the actual fuck?"

"We said the same." Mumbled loud enough for them to overhear apparently.

Simon looked confused. "What's the issue there?"

You failed to answer so someone else did for you. "They uninvited her to Christmas three years ago. Hasn't been back since."

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't approve of her lifestyle."

He turned to you. "Your... lifestyle?"

"Murderer daughter." You bit back, bitterly.

His body tightened with tension. "You're not a murderer."

"Tell them that." You snorted. "Why do they want me home now?"

"Beats us.” Your friends said in weird unison.

"Wish they'd make their mind up over whether they want to disown me or not. It's exhausting trying to keep up."

The table laughed at that. Simon did not. But did he laugh at anything?

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want one?” He looked down at you, pointing vaguely at your almost empty glass.

“Uhh… sure. Thanks.” You smiled at him, which he obviously didn’t return. After briefly asking everyone else if they wanted anything, which they declined, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Once he was a few paces away, one of your friends practically launched herself halfway across the table and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "He's gorgeous, babes."

You decided to play coy. "You think?"

"You don't?" Her brow was raised in disbelieving accusation.

The coy act was dropped pretty quickly. "Oh, I know he is. Just didn't think you would."

"Well, I do. And he’s definitely your type, absolutely perfect for you. Plus he so likes you."

You scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

"He fancies the pants off of you!" She insisted.

You didn’t buy it. "I can guarantee that he does not."

"He can't take his eyes off you!"

"He has a staring problem." You shrugged, it was true.

"Yeah, the problem is that he can't stop staring at you."

You thought about it. Yeah, he stared at you a lot. But he stared at everything. Didn't mean he stared at you with... feelings or whatever your friends were implying. Just that he had a staring problem.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley does not like me." It was a finalised statement, one that you believed wholeheartedly.

"Open your eyes, babes. He likes you."

"Do you like him?"

Avoid answering. "Not allowed to like him. He's my lieutenant."

"That doesn't answer our question."

Shit.

"Maybe a little." You pinched your fingers together, there was no point lying to them, and shook your head. "Doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, say he did like me, he'd never admit it. And I'm not going to push him into anything. I'm just glad he's talking to me and accepting my attempt at us being friends." That was true. You were loving how he wasn’t completely rejecting your friendship. He maybe wasn’t embracing it but he wasn’t pushing you away either.

"That's so sad, babes."

"Cheers.” You deadpanned. “It can't happen anyway."

"Why not?"

"Relationships aren't allowed. Makes us a liability. My captain would reassign one of us as soon as he caught wind of it. And it would be me." The thought of Price reassigning you was horrid. You loved your team more than anything.

"Simon said he wouldn't let your captain reassign you."

That was true, he did. "He was joking... I think."

"I don't think he was. That man stares at you like he's ready to eat you. It's like listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen in real life!"

Groan. "You watched Dirty Dancing again, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that Simon looks at you with hungry eyes. And don't judge my love for Dirty Dancing." Two of your friends nodded in agreement with her.

"I'm not. I'm judging your favourite song choice when Love Is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia is clearly the superior song on the soundtrack." You said as you downed the last bit of your drink, thankful Simon was bringing you another one. Your mouth was dry and the initial buzz was wearing off. You’d need more alcohol if this interrogation was going to continue despite it probably not being the best idea.

"Blasphemy!” She declared before quietening herself. “Oop, we gotta be quiet now because he's coming back over. Simon!"

He froze in his tracks, a glass clasped in each large hand. "Yes?"

"Can you settle a debate for us?"

You froze too, wide-eyed. They weren't going to ask about him staring at you, were they?

"Sure...?"

You smiled at his unsure tone. Big, scary man who got shot at for a living was terrified of answering a little question.

"You've seen Dirty Dancing, yeah?"

You relaxed.

"I have."

Surprising.

"Which is a better song? Hungry Eyes or Love Is Strange?"

"Oh, I... uh-"

"Leave the poor man alone." You laughed despite being a little curious about his music taste.

"I always liked She's Like the Wind."

That shocked you to your core. "Patrick Swayze fan?"

"Used to have a mullet just like his." He placed your drink in front of you. "Here you go. You look surprised."

"I always am when you don't disappear. And when you admit to being a Patrick Swayze fan." You snorted, taking the drink from him.

"Learn to have a little faith, Sarge." He sighed as he sat down next to you again, an inch closer than before you were sure.

A burning feeling settled in your chest at the nickname. Sure, it was only a shortened version of your rank, and a common one at that, but it was something. Not sergeant. Not woman. Sarge. You decided to let it slide to see if he’d ever do it again of his own accord.

"Your name's Ghost for a reason." You sing-songed, the image of his mask flashing through your mind.

"I'll give you that. But remember, Simon here."

"Still weird."

"Still Simon."

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip before asking your next question. "Patrick Swayze?"

"He was blond."

"Like you, you mean?"

Hesitation. "Yeah."

You hummed and thought about him with a mullet. What an odd thing to admit to you. But you’d never complain. If Simon was willing to offer you little tidbits of silly information about himself, then you were going to absorb every single one and treasure them forever.

A/N: Simon with a mullet as a teen because he wanted to be Patrick Swayze when he grew up is canon to me now.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Do u know the ”i chose my path you chose the way of a hero. And they found you amusing for a while…” etc tiktok sound. Or it’s from spiderman originally.

So. What if someone has a quirk that they can show the futute to class 1a and maybe all might. And they see y/n actually saying it to someone. Maybe deku?So he has turned to villain. What would class 1a/teachers think? And what would be the reason y/n did it?🫣

If you want to do character x reader you can choose who.

Interesting prompt! Hope this suits your needs:

𝔈𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞

[Class 1-A x reader (no romance)]

Warning: mentions of blood and injury.

Enigma.

He was a mysterious villain that showed up out of no where years ago.

Many theorized that he was the man behind strange and sudden disappearances of random civilians. None of them had anything in common, but they were all killed in a similar fashion. Quick and painless.

More so you.

No one knew who he was or what kind of quirk he possessed, but what they did know was that he wanted Deku and you dead.

You were his main target.

You had to have body guards follow you around everywhere you went.

You were unable to attend your normal classes.

There had been multiple times in the last few weeks when you'd hear a loud bang and immediately duck to hide. You didn't wonder where the shooting was coming from, you knew it was Enigma, trying to take you out from wherever he hid.

The only person you had was Deku, as you two decided to stay close and support each other. It wasn't easy, but you both tried to be as positive as you could.

You'd often catch Deku muttering to himself possible theories as of to why you two could possibly be the main targets. If you had stopped villains that he had connections with, if there was something of yours he'd want...so many theories, not enough answers.

He never seemed to get anywhere.

Eventually, the pros caught Enigma. It was all over the news. Reporters immediately rushed to the scene to get answers. Everyone wanted an explanation.

Though students weren't authoritized to witness villain questioning, they made an exception for your class. You all stood safely behind pro heroes such as All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

There he sat, tied up in a chair. Though he studied everyone in the room, he refused to make eye contact with you or Deku. Almost like he was disgusted by you.

Aizawa was the first one to speak, "Do you want to try to explain yourself?"

Enigma stayed silent.

Beside you, Iida stepped forward, "Are you not going to say anything? You can't back out now! Explain why you tried to kill my classmates!"

"It's not about what they've done." His voice was low and gravely. He spoke quietly, yet that one sentence alone managed to silence everyone.

Ochaco tried to calm Iida down, but all it did was fire him up more, "You've stalked them, terrorized them, and tried to murder them, yet when confronted you can't at least speak to them? Explain yourself villain! What could they possibly have done to deserve this?!"

"You are all doomed if you don't let me kill them...doomed, I tell you."

Enigma didn't respond.

"Why would we be doomed?" Aizawa's voice was calm. He didn't seem to take Enigma's words seriously.

"Yeah, is there something we don't know?" Present Mic pushed.

Aizawa tried a different approach, "What's your quirk?"

"Honest eye...whenever I look at someone, I know exactly who they are and what they'll become."

"Is that why you kill?"

"You should thank me. I cleared out the majority of potential future villains."

If Enigma only killed people who would grow to become terrible people, then...

A chill ran down your spine. Could it really have been true? Had this man been saving everyone?

There had been a popular question that had always been debated; If you could go back in time and kill an evil person while they were just a baby, would you?

The whole idea behind it was that there was no real right answer.

Some saying they would to save everyone.

Some saying they wouldn't because they fear the consequences it could bring.

Thankfully, no one ever had to think about it for too long because it was impossible to do. No one ever had to make that decision.

But Enigma did.

He faced that decision everytime he looked at someone.

You wondered what his victims would've grown up to do had he not stopped them.

Had he made the right choice?

As you wondered about his past targets, you began to wonder about yourself.

"You're doomed," Enigma sang, "doomed, doomed, doomed."

"What did you see in your vision?" Aizawa asked. For the first time during this whole questioning, your mentor actually seemed...slightly worried.

"Cities destroyed. Lives lost. All at the hands of two of your students."

"Young Y/N and Midoryia?" All Might gasped. "No, that's impossible."

A few chuckles were heard, followed by amused whispers.

"Oh please, as if Deku could do any of that." Bakugou scoffed, "He'd break all of his bones, blow up, and die before he'd ever get the chance to kill anyone."

"Very helpful, Kacchan." Deku muttered.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

Everyone went silent.

"Do you think this is funny? The sights I've seen? Oh yes, let's laugh at the crazy man. None of you ever listen." Enigma writhed in his seat, "Let's see if you all start laughing once you see this."

A giant eye materialized before you. Aizawa went to use his quirk, but All Might stopped him.

"Look..."

The eye blinked, and inside you could all see a vision. Enigma's vision.

You circled him, looking at him as if he were a kicked puppy, "Oh get up, Deku. Don't tell me you're already tapped out."

Crumbling buildings, foggy skies. At the center of this horror landscape, lied you and Deku.

Deku sat, his back rested against a rock. He held onto his side in pain, blood spilling from between his fingers as he tried to even out his breathing.

Deku tried to stand on his wobbly feet, his breaths short and shallow. "It's not too late to change. You don't have to keep doing this."

"I chose my path and you chose yours. There's no going back. Why do you even bother? Isn't it tiring always having to be the good guy?" You swept a foot underneath Deku's, and he fell to the floor. "Poor little hero...all alone... with no love or support. The people you're saving aren't even greatful."

"You don't know that."

"Oh but I do. I'm sure your fans found you amusing for awhile...but the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fall."

"That's not true–" You kicked him in the stomach.

"You've seen how quickly the crowd turns against the heroes. How easily their minds can be changed. What makes you the exception?" You kneeled down, grabbing a fistful of Deku's messy hair. You lifted his head, staring him dead in the eyes, "In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they'll hate you. Remember that." You dropped his head, letting it land against the cement.

You stepped away, off to who knows where before Deku spoke up, "Will the League...really...make things better?"

You smiled, "Of course."

"I'm in."

The vision ended.

Silence.

"Not so funny now, is it?" Enigma laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed so loud that it was all you could focus on.

You don't remember being pushed out of the room.

You don't remember all of your friends arguing about whether or not the vision was true.

You don't remember Deku avoiding you for the rest of the day.

You just remember Enigma's laughs,

And his promises of the inevitable doom you would bring.

[nyantry]

"If I say something, do I get to see something?" He joked, but nodded. "I'll let you know if anything."

Dmitry took the coins, stacking and unstacking them, rearranging them just to keep his hands busy while Nico asked his questions. He noticed how Nico kept touching him in some way or another and scooted closer so there was less space between the two of them. His own energy compounded with Nico's anxious worrying, and Dmitry found himself flagging Jeff down for refills and to order that cocktail he'd wanted earlier. Jeff did his job and promptly left the two alone again, not forgetting that they had asked for privacy.

"I know you can shoot without killing," he whispered, queuing Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi, followed by a few other songs from his usual 80s rotation. "You should teach me, or Nova can teach me, whatever," he ate another mozzarella stick, "but that's not the point. I know you can do that, it just wouldn't have been—" Satisfying. It wouldn't have been satisfying. It really was the heart of what Nico was asking, wasn't it? What were you after? What satisfies you? What went wrong? These were not easy questions to answer, though the answers themselves were simple. He looked at Nico's chilly-blue eyes, remembering that one poem:

I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

If there was one thing Dmitry knew how to do, other than love, it was to hate — despite his reluctance to admit it. Both emotions came from the same intense passion with which he viewed the world. They were simply flipsides. It wasn't that love and hate were opposites; he did not believe that. But love and hate were the same thing, approached differently. Dmitry knew, as quiet as he held onto it, how to hate. He knew how to deal in ice.

Still in a whisper, only for Nico to hear, and for Nico to hear it better, he continued. "Anyway, it depends." He kissed Nico with a giggle, emotions all over the place, erratic. "I didn't really think shit through, I think, I didn't, like, not like I shoulda done anyway, that's why— I'm really not sure what I thought I was gonna do but normally I'm a lot less like that about it, I mean the only reason you know is cause I told you and no one's caught me, I'm careful. Sometimes I talk to them, sometimes I don't bother, but if they realize they're in trouble, they always start saying shit. Why do you ask?"

Still, he didn't wait for an answer to that. "None of them ever answer why, like... The one question, and yeah I can think of any number of reasons, starting with they obviously like the fact that someone's suffering at their expense, but still, I don't... I don't get it. I guess I just wanna understand why. Some of them, I ask. Others, I don't even bother, not everyone's got useful answers and I don't always feel like talking to them anyway. I either get rid of them, or sometimes I just want— They deserve to suffer, they deserve every second of it. They deserve more than I'm willing to do, even I have lines I won't cross, even I have things I won't do, but they deserve what they get, and worse. Sometimes, I just. Shoot." He held a finger gun to Nico's temple, looking at him intensely and with his lips pulling into a grin. "That's how I killed my father."

He dropped the finger gun and looked around at the other tables, assessing how many people had come and gone since they'd arrived at Jeff's bar. Then he kept talking.

"Other times I make them beg. Take them away somewhere they can scream without being heard, somewhere they won't be found in this century, and take my sweet time. I like knives, but... I've tried different things. It's strange how much you can get away with before it's actually deadly. This one deserved something more like that, long and slow, and painful. I can't do it like this, though, it's gonna have to wait, and that's worse. I might have to just shoot him, after all."

He was angry. Nico's unspoken guess was right, too. Dmitry was avoiding retelling the words because the words had triggered the PTSD and that had been what caught him off-guard. It made his blood boil that something so simple could fuck shit up that bad. That's what he had been stewing about before calling Nico.

It was personal, too. The general idea he'd been conveying without saying it in such exact words was that it was personal, and it was revenge. He could give any number of excuses, and it could fulfill any number of purposes —even God-give ones, as Sammy had suggested previously— but ultimately, it was very personal. This was his way of getting the upper hand and trying to reclaim something he couldn't quite put a word to, something he'd felt had been forcefully ripped away from him and never returned. In speaking, he had said a lot of nothing, sparing details because he felt so intensely the actual emotions behind what he was trying to describe he'd do. Nico was right, Dmitry still had fight mode in his veins, and he wasn't able to filter much through that. He was also bitten by the intensity. Half of him wanted nothing more than to ditch the conversation and tend to the seemingly more urgent need for fucking Nico and expending all that energy that was keeping him uncomfortable with sitting still for so long. The other half wanted to screw it all, find the asshole that had gotten away, and make him pay. He was willing to die for it.

"So it depends. You could help me," he offered. "Or you could distract me. You're good at that too," he pointed out.

"I will take that raincheck."

As for his ribs and him saying it hurt to breathe Nico hemhawed his head back and forth. "We'll just keep an eye on it. If it starts to get worse just say something." They were more die and start over people than treat and save this body people, so Nico more just wanted to be on alert.

"I would. I'd wear the Croc Martins for you."

Nico swiped one cheese stick from the plate when it arrived munched while he settled in. "Oh, Ripley. Good one." He was impressed with that idea on the spot. Then he fished around in his pocket for more juke box money while Dmitry told his tale.

Nico listened. Basically he was getting the stake out wasn't too planned. He approached at random and winged it. Nico was a little disappointed Dmitry left out the dialogue. Just because asshole talk was bullshit didn't mean Nico wasn't curious how the negotiations for the actual altercations went down. Suffering as far as he was concerned usually wasn't in the physical. Dmitry even explained a gunshot would be too nice. Nico was more of mind game person but he also knew Dmitry's end goal. So, he was trying to understand what Dmitry's goals were since he never got to witness this stuff. Was it going to be slow and intense physical torture or what?

He liked the moment the guy realized Dmitry knew what he'd done. He liked the idea of picturing the guy's shocked face. Nico wished he knew details of the conversation. All the vagueness was diluting the story just a bit but he understood his partner's mind was still fired and fresh on fight. Dmitry was in fight mode. He was tuning everything else out.

"So hivebrain got the drop on you with a pair of kicks and ran." He shrugged. It sounded about right to him. That's what a good heel on a boot was for.

He did want Dmitry to understand. "Damn babe. There's more than one way to use a weapon though." He shook his head at the whole concept of a bullet being too merciful. He was sure that point of view was missing the point of having the weapon. "You don't have to use it for the killshot. That's what Mom used to train us to do. Our drills were to learn to gain control of a situation or incapacitate. You put someone in a check. Then you can play with your food all you want. Not saying you have to, just saying if you want to learn the Nova method, I got you covered."

He still believed a weapon would have done him some good. However, he wasn't the sort to linger on the shoulda, woulda, couldas. He was more about what Dmitry needed now.

"So, okay explain to me something just so I understand the goal. Do you talk to them at all? What kind of shit does hivebrain say? Or do you just try to get them alone to kill them slowly? How much torture are we talking? Because this seemed like you just pinned him against the wall with no weapons, so when you say a gunshot would be to nice for him, what kind of ends are usual punishment for this assholery of a crime? How drawn out are these deaths? Do you drag them to a designated location? Or what?" He kept lowering his voice not that anyone was listening. "But it sounds like you're insinuating you're doing more than just eliminating them from repeat offending."

He wondered if questions like this is why Dmitry never talked about it. Maybe hivebrain triggered his ptsd? But, Nico was just trying to a full grasp on what was actually happening on usual hits, versus this hit gone wrong, versus an ideal hit.

"Sorry, not trying to make you relive too much. Just trying to grasp here."

He kept swinging his feet under the table and rubbing his ankle against Dmitry's and leaning his calf against him. Throughout the talk Nico would do that, keep finding ways to stay connected. If his leg moved off a hand might move across and touch a wrist to make up for it, or a palm on the back of his shoulder blade. He was always doing things like wiping the water ring if Dmitry moved the glass on the table to make sure his space was clear and tidy.

[faolanmoon]

*Rolls over* What if we switch the roles with the Yandere heacanons (A yandere s/o and chr for ex..), basically I wanna Bagel, kel and sunny with a yandere s/o, just say ing

*groans * mom said we gotta be asleep by 11 or she’s not making the pizza rolls tomorrow, go to bed…

Fortunately this was almost complete before I decided I’d be going on hiatus so this was easy to finish.

~ Basil, Kel and Sunny with a Yandere S/O~

Basil probably wouldn't even realize you're a yandere, he's just seeing someone being nice and sweet to him. He's actually grateful that someone cares for him and won't stop giving him affection.

He’s not going to really see any toxic behaviors of yours as “toxic”, he more than likely wouldn’t realize it’s actually toxic. Start stalking him? Basil is just going to think you’re trying to be his mini body guard from the hooligans or you love him so much you can’t stand not being around him; he’d only be terrifying of you following him if it’s a love at first sight and you start to stalk him right away. You’re willing to fight anyone who hurts him? He’s at Aw actually, his fantasies about you being his “Savior”, regardless of your gender since normal Basil is terrible at fighting or attacking, are coming to life! He’s just going to be all warm and fuzzy if you start becoming aggressive to anyone who threatens him, especially if you’re the type to never talk because he’d definitely fantasize about you being “silent but strong”, not needing to use your words. He’s all you think about? The feelings mutual! Your incredibly clingy? He’s touch starved, no doubt would he want affection.

Basil’s without a doubt so lonely and desperate for your affection, actively yearning for it whenever you give it to him that he’d actually be willing to runaway from his old friends, neighborhood and old life all for you, you’d have that much power over him. He would straight up be wrapped around your finger like a puppet you control, completely believing you’re his true love. None of his friends are going to approve of you being overly controlling and trying to keep him all to yourself with how much power you have, Sunny probably being the most “vocal” about it. Sunny is just going to glare at you every moment he can all while trying to get Basil to hang with the group again, dude never trusted you from the moment he met you, knowing damn well you’re a yandere. You and Sunny without a doubt don’t get along due to this, he believes you and Basil are a terrible match after all! How dare he, especially when he tries to break Basil’s delusion of love! Sunny is going to be a huge thorn in your side without a doubt.

Poor Basil would probably fall into this false idea to the point he wouldn’t realize that you’re actively doing everything in your power to both keep him away from his friends and scare them off. He’s just caught in this delusion so much he wouldn’t notice you literally fighting with Sunny because of your “mistreatment” towards him, even if you’re screaming and shouting at Sunny. He’d become so delusional if you manipulate him enough he wouldn’t notice Sunny mysteriously vanishing and you need him to help hide this, bag, that’s awfully heavy and smells like death…

Kel is probably too dumb to notice. He’d definitely not be able to realize any of your tendencies are toxic, unless you’re literally beating him.

Every time you’re super affectionate he just smiles and sweeps you up off your feet and smothers you in his love. Stalking him? He’s just going to brush it off as you worrying about him or wanting to spend time with him. Can’t stop thinking about him? That’s adorable!

You literally don’t need to kidnapped him, at all. He’d just happily spend time with you whenever you want and doesn’t care. So bad at reading the room he wouldn’t even notice you shooting hostile glares at anyone or you being possessive of him. Any behaviors he notices he’ll bruh it off as you being jealous and he’ll keep assuring you he’s yours and you’re just being jealous over his friends.

Depending on how toxic you are, no one in his friends or family are going to approve of this relationship. Kel is definitely not going to understand why no one seems to want him being with you, but he’s probably never going to. But if anyone starts going missing, he’s going to absolutely worry and possibly panic.

You wouldn’t have the same amount of power as you would over Basil when it comes to manipulating Kel, he’s kind of dumb to understand hardly any attempts and will not actually fall for it with how dumb he is. Kel would just barely pick up on your attempts or notice them at all.

The biggest reason on why you don’t and likely won’t be able to kidnap Kel is since it’s without a doubt going to be difficult to when he sees red flags of you trying to get him unconscious. He’s also pretty athletic, can definitely escape from your attempts. And the final nail on the coffin is Kel’s definitely heavy and going to difficult to carry, especially if you’re shorter than him. You’re going to have to try other ways to keep him to yourself, definitely going to have to get creative.

Sunny is more than likely going to notice any of your Yandere behaviors, especially if you act on them when you first met. Sunny doesn’t seem like the “love at first sight” type, at all, you’re definitely going to have to earn his trust before he even considers thinking about you romantically. And being a Yandere at first sight, is more then likely going to blow that.

However if the tendencies slowly build up over time especially after he trusts you, he’s less likely to notice. He’s the most touch starved of the main gang, he’s going to soak up any affection thrown at him like a sponge. Don’t think he’d even want the affection to ever stop. Sunny has almost no where to go ever, so you being possessive about him might mean him either flustered or suspicious about you.

If you try to keep Sunny all to yourself, he’s probably going to forget all about his friends with you literally suffocating him in affection. He’s definitely going to become spoiled with affection, expecting constant love and affection. Dude would have a tantrum if he suddenly isn’t receiving the affection he usually gets, no doubt is he going to be pouty and whine.

Sunny would gladly run away with you like Basil since he literally has nothing happening in life, cause surely you don’t need to abduct him, right? He truly has nothing going on, there’s probably no way you’d have to cause he’s staying here with you, right? Right?

[quirkless-accident]

{father figure/ oh, you havent heard?/ Student danny}

danny gains ice power. Aka the day he got freezing sick

Full disclosure i only remember what vaguely happens. The danny phantom wiki hasn't steered me wrong yet

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Aizawa raised an eyebrow as Danny sneezed again. It was starting to get colder outside, so maybe it was seasonal allergies. Danny had already gone to see Recovery Girl yesterday, and he was fine, except for the odd body temperature, but that was normal for him. He's always ran cold, as far as Aizawa's concerned.

Aizawa made a mental note to talk to him about it. And the blue wisps that wouldn't stop coming out of his mouth.

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Danny was having a rough time. His powers were acting up, and he couldn't see anybody about them. It wasn't a normal quirk. nobody knew how to fix what was wrong with him because he was one out of two halfas in all of existence. Because of course he fucking was.

So instead of acting like his powers were the thing that was wrong, he pretended to be sick. It's not like it was hard. With how shitty he actually felt, and the coldness that crept up his spine and settled in his bones, it was easy to get Recovery Girl to excuse him until he was better.

He knew Aizawa was worried, but soon he wouldn't need to. His body would bounce back, just like it always did when weird ghost shit happened.

Right?

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Aizawa noticed it almost right away. The trail of frost that Danny was leaving behind, and the food in the cafeteria he barely touched turning into a hunk of ice as he left. He didn't know what was going on, but it was obviously something ghost related. Which meant it probably wasn't a normal illness. He made a note to ask Danny about it at the end of the day.

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Danny was going to fist fight the universe.

He knows that ghosts won't follow his schedule and leave him alone when he's at school learning how to kick their asses better, but it's still very annoying when the ground breaks open beneath their feat and a giant plant ghost breaks through.

And of course none of his classmates can really do anything, because on top of being a powerhouse with plants, he also has the normal powers of a ghost. Danny was virtually the only one who could touch him, and he had to do it without his classmates finding out his secret. The only one who knew was Aizawa, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Everything has been harder today though. He's incredibly cold despite the warmer temperature of the class and outside. He doesn't understand why. And he's been keenly aware of his skin slowly turning blue, and the icicles coming off of his elbows that he's been desperately breaking off before anybody could see. This is something ghost related. Nobody here at U.A. could help him.

The ghost is monologuing. Danny finds as annoying as he finds it useful as he dives forward, ectoblasts at the ready. He starts blasting vines and large roots that are shooting out to attack him and his classmates, but the plant man-Undergrowth, was it?-is regenerating too quickly.

Danny lines up a blast to his beaked face when something grabs his ankles and drags him down, slamming him into the ground. It creates a crater that Kirishima is quickly trying to pull him out of. But just as they get back to their feet, Danny feels an itch in his nose, and the whole world fades to black.

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Shouta knows the pressing feeling of a migraine more than the normal person. He's had plenty of them from overusing his quirk or the occasional concussion. His experience with them is the only thing keeping him from opening his eyes right as he wakes up. He goes through his mental checklist, and is pleased to find that the only thing that really hurts is his head.

He groans as he covers his eyes with his hand before opening them, trying in a vain attempt to put off the inevitable. Eventually he adjusts enough and takes his hand away, scrubbing lightly at his face. He is met with a dim room with a heavy, earthy smell, and a shivering half-ghost sitting next to him. He goes to shake him awake, trying not to be too concerned about the blue tone the boy's skin has taken. When his hand gets close, however, a quick layer of thin frost covers his fingertips. He pulls his hand back and wraps it in the end of his capture scarf before shaking the boy awake.

Danny is apparently not a morning person. It takes at least two more tries to get him to finally open his eyes, and some gentle nudging to get him to sit up. He sneezes, and a series of blue wisps escape his mouth.

"I was going to talk to you about that," Aizawa says, keeping his voice low to not upset his headache. "Is it a ghost thing?"

Danny nods. He looks absolutely miserable. "Yeah, but I have no idea what it is, or how to control it. I don't know if I'll be any help against Undergrowth when I'm so sick."

Aizawa takes in a deep breath to calm his nerves, and he's please to find that Danny does the same. Though the shaking in his hands don't stop, he suspects it's from Danny being cold more than his anxiety.

"If we can make it to my parent's house we'd be able to get all of the ghost hunting equipment we would need," Danny says.

"Time to see if all of this stealth training I've been showing you finally pays off," Aizawa replies dryly as he slowly gets to his feet. He helps Danny to his before they look around, feeling around the wall.

It's got the texture of a leaf and the durability of drywall, which Danny uses to their advantage by heating up his hands and burning the plant away without outright blasting it. He takes a second to try and warm the rest of him up. When he's done he's still cold, but he is less blue.

Danny hovers in the air for a brief moment before looking back at Aizawa. It's a mi of worry and determination, one the boy has been an expert in making since day one. Aizawa gives him an encouraging nod and they leap from the pod they were being held in.

Everything around them is covered in thick vines taller than All Might and twice as broad. The usual training grounds of Ground Beta were nowhere to be seen. Instead there were a bunch of other pods around. Danny makes a break for one of them, only to be stopped by vines latching onto him and pulling him back. Aizawa tries to move forward, but his legs are quickly secured. The ground rumbles again, and Undergrowth comes back out.

"There's no use in fighting it," Undergrowth brags as Danny and Aizawa struggle to escape. "The growth is stronger than any meat creature."

"Why can't I get out of these?" Danny barks in frustration. He pulls again, and Aizawa winces at how the vines dig into his skin more. He can see the blue coming back as Danny gets more and more frustrated, only interrupted by Undergrowth's speech.

"This is exactly what nature intended all along. Mankind is merely a temporary weed in the garden of life. A weed, that can be removed," he smiled triumphantly. Then, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding pods open up, and Aizawa's heart jumps into his throats.

Sitting inside of the pods are his students.

They're all in various stages of being tied up by vines, and all of their eyes glowed an unearthly pink.

"What did you do to them?" Aizawa snarled. Undergrowth just laughed.

"My mind vines have taken effect," he said. "I'm going to use them and every other god-forsaken hero to destroy this city! For too long human progress has been prioritized over the nurture of the very earth you all walk on! Tearing it up by its roots and burning it to the ground! I will no longer sit idly by and watch it happen."

The speech is punctuated by a sneeze coming from Danny. When Aizawa looks over, the vines holding him back are encased in ice. There's icicles coming from his nose and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Danny doesn't waste the opportunity his shitty allergies give him though. He quickly gives one big tug, and the vines break apart. he wastes no time in freeing Aizawa while Undergrowth yells in frustration, unable to catch the halfa. Aizawa is careful to only let Danny grab his uniform and not his whole arm as he dodges the plants with a fluidity that's learned only from experience.

"Take us high!" Shouta tells him. Danny immediately adjusts their course. First rule of fighting someone who needs the ground? Get to the sky.

Just as he had hoped, once they were high enough, the vines were unable to reach them. Aizawa could feel his breaths coming in more labored from the thinner air, though Danny seemed perfectly fine. In fact, it looked like he was thriving.

That is, until they looks down.

The city of Musatafu was completely covered, just as U.A. had been. There were pods opening and brainwashed heroes roaming the streets. Aizawa felt a cold, tingling sensation down his spine as he looked down.

"We have to go to the Ghost Zone," Danny tells him over the wind. "I have a friend there who might be able to explain what's going on with me. And on out way out we'll be able to get some ghost hunting equipment."

Aizawa nods in agreement, doing his best to ignore his captured colleagues as they come closer and closer to the ground.

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Sneaking into the Fenton household wasn't hard, even with ghost powers that would usually trip every alarm. It seems, however, that Undergrowth took care of that problem.

They don't start having problems until they reach the bottom of the basement.

Shouta Aizawa has never seen the thing that killed his student, but now it's looming over him, casting the room in a harsh, eerie lighting. He briefly wonders what it's like to have lived just over the thing that murdered you. It's probably not good for his mental health.

And standing in front of the portal are the Fenton parents.

Aizawa scowls, and is surprised to find something other than stubborn determination on his student's face. In fact, staring at his parents with their large guns and scowling mind controlled faces, he looks absolutely terrified.

"You ready, kid?" He asks, placing a hand on his shoulder. It seems to snap Danny out of it enough for him to gulp in some air and nod.

And once everything here is all said and done, Aizawa is going to murder the Fenton parents with a law suit so big they'll be paying it off when they're dead. Because Shouta knows for a fact that it's not the portal that Danny is terrified of.

Without much fanfare, their blasters are pointed towards himself and Danny, who on nothing but instinct throws up a green barrier between them and his parents. The blast dissolves into nothing. Danny grips Aizawa's uniform and pulls him behind him before going into a sprint.

While a very real threat, without their own thoughts in their heads, their moves are slow and sluggish. Danny is easily able to use the shield as a battering ram, running through his parents and into the Ghost Zone, dragging Aizawa along with him.

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Ice powers.

That's the ghost bullshit that Danny was going through. And conveniently, it was their way of taking down Undergrowth.

He sat in while Frostbite explained the behavior of cores to him and Danny. But something still didn't make sense. He knew Danny had been electrocuted, and cores had something to do with death. So why did Danny have ice powers?

When he asked, he received two very different looks. Frostbite looked almost sad, and maybe a little concerned, while Danny looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. It was only then that Aizawa realized his question was in bad taste. When he tried to apologize, though, Danny waved him off.

"It's fine to ask questions, Sensei," he said, though he still looked uncomfortable. "Clockwork mentioned once that cores are related to how we died but not-not the physical part. Since cores are essentially ghost hearts, their powers come from whatever your emotional state was when you died."

"What...What does ice mean, then?" He asked softly.

"It's...Different for everybody," Danny answers eventually. "But for me I was...I couldn't move. I was uh, frozen with fear," he grimaces at his wording, but it made perfect sense to Aizawa. He's been in too many situations where it's fight, flight, or freeze. And Danny was only fourteen, with his whole life ahead of him. It only makes sense that he had been terrified with the concept of dying.

He wasn't good at being an emotional anchor. Not like Mic or Midnight. But everything always seemed to be an exception when Danny was involved. He could tell by the kid's stilted body language that he was tired and unsure of what to do. So Aizawa, without really thinking, opened his arms. Not even a second went by before they were full of his the kid.

Maybe he should book him some sessions with Hounddog.

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After some quick training and strong foundation for the basics of his new ice quirk, they quickly found their way back to Musatafu. According to Frostbite, when Undergrowth is defeated, everything and everyone will go back to normal.

As a gift to Aizawa for not being a complete dick to Danny, they played around with his capture scarf. Now, if he every caught a ghost in it, including Danny, they wouldn't be able to phase through. It was a step in the direction of trust that Aizawa didn't plan on messing up anytime soon. This was a lot of power for his student to give to him. It was also just another glaring reminder that every other adult completely and utterly failed him.

Danny was also no longer shivering and encasing anything he touched in ice, so Aizawa was safely being carried through the skies by his students. If anybody asked, they would get immediate detention.

Soon enough, they made it back to U.A. Every bone in Aizawa's body was screaming to be stealthy, but Undergrowth wasn't going to come out of his hiding spot if they were. So instead, Danny played around with his newfound ice powers and started freezing the stems and roots of the pods where his classmates were.

Undergrowth was quick to show up at that point, screeching about how they were never going to get away with defeating him. It was a song and dance both had heard more than enough times. Danny turned to Aizawa, a look of confident determination on his face.

"You got everything handled topside?" He asked. Aizawa nodded, gripping his new and improved capture scarf. Danny gave him a lopsided grin, before giving him a two-fingered salute and disappearing into the ground.

Undergrowth was fast. Definitely one of the faster villains he's faced, which is impressive considering Undergrowth's size. But Aizawa was slim and nimble and used all of that to his advantage. multiple vines chased after him, and Aizawa, with only a vague sense of what he was doing, tangled them all up easily enough. All he had to do was stall.

He just needed to buy time for his kid.

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Danny has had nightmares where he turns intangible and falls through the ground, but none of them are like real life.

The only light source is him and his powers, which isn't necessarily a big issue. It's better than his dreams. But now, he's got a mission. Find the base of the roots and destroy it. It should be easy enough since all of the roots have secured themselves deep in the earth. All he has to do is follow them to the base.

it thankfully doesn't take him long to get there, and when he does he doesn't waste any time. His classmates are in danger. His sister too, probably. And Aizawa...The one adult who's ever treated him with any kind of respect it out there risking his life for the second time that year for his students. The man needs a break.

Still, he couldn't help the warm fondness he felt whenever he interacted with Aizawa. It was...Nice to just be recognized. To be seen. It's more than his real parents have ever done with him.

Danny shook the thought from his head as he willed his ice to come, willing it to spread from the base to the rest of the roots and up Undergrowth's stem. Aizawa would never think of him like his kid. He needed to stop being so attached. He was only going to get hurt again.

Danny grit his teeth as he pushed forward. His hands were starting to get so cold they burned. Was this how Todoroki felt?

Eventually it was completely covered, and Danny wasted no time in sending a large ectoblast its way. The roots shattered as much as they could in the compacted earth around them. It was bright and cold and warm all at the same time. As the roots were still crumpling, Danny made his way tot eh surface.

Undergrowth was a lot smaller now, wailing in pain as he clawed at the ground. Danny had no words for the ghost, no witty come back or a promise to kick his ass again the next time he pulled shit like this. He was completely silent as he sucked the ghost into his thermos and clipped it to his belt.

Around him all of the plants and vines were deteriorating quickly to the point where it could almost be disintegration. The only thing showing that anything at all had happened was the shriveled up plants and confused hero students wandering around the streets as the brainwashing left their systems. Aizawa was helping Uraraka as she threw up, rubbing small circles on her back. He looked up at Danny, an exasperated, tired hint of a smile on his face.

Danny gave him a thumbs up.

[edisoncastile]

To Eddie's surprise, Benjamin had chosen to shoot back with words as opposed to his fists, which admittedly threw him off guard, but he remained in his tense stance nonetheless, ready for anything, assuming it would spiral out of control. Benji himself had taught them that lesson — to remain expectant. There was no way he'd win in a fight against their mentor, none of them would, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try. Nothing would come between him and his duty to protect Adrian. No matter what had occurred between them, that wouldn't change. But Mason was right — being so locked in on Benji and his movements had left Adrian himself as a complete blind spot. He'd been so resistant to look his charge in the eye, to look at him even at all, his mere presence enough to flood Eddie with all sorts of emotions. He became even more hesitant after hearing Adrian's obvious distress with him, unwanted reminders of the mistakes he'd made pressing at him. But Eddie couldn't have those feelings distracting him now, couldn't have Adrian take away his focus, or he'd fail. But it meant missing all the signs, every symptom that pointed to the excessive use of spirit. He'd been working so hard to protect Adrian from everyone else, he hadn't stopped to protect him from himself.

Feeling the nudge from his best friend, Eddie finally broke eye contact with their mentor and his twitching muscles, blinking over at Mason in confusion. He was almost bewildered by the distraction, so caught up in thinking the fight through, on how to get out of the room alive, he wasn't even sure what Mason had disturbed him for. But then he saw it. Eddie finally looked over at Adrian, stumbling around behind Mason, and it felt like a punch to the gut. He looked seriously ill. Eddie couldn't see any shadows but he imagined they clung onto him, dragging on his expression, weakening his limbs, darkening his eyes. "Fuck," Eddie muttered in response, his own muscles finally relaxing, changing tact immediately. He agreed with Mason's plan. There was no winning against Benji anyway, so he may as well remove the antagoniser altogether. He clearly needed the intervention. Eddie couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Adrian looking this bad. But unfortunately, he was too late. the Moroi pushed past them, continuing to antagonise. But it wasn't just Benji he came for.

Eddie hadn't been expecting so personal of a remark, the pureblood suddenly whirling around to face him, accusing. He'd been waiting for Adrian to have the last say before finally intervening, terrified now that whatever was said next might be the last straw for Benjamin. But he hadn't foreseen being dragged into the argument himself. It was the first time they'd made eye contact in weeks, and Eddie was wildly unprepared for the effect it would have on him. Adrian looked so far gone, so unlike his normal self, the usual sparkle gone from his eyes. Suddenly, Eddie realised this too was his fault. They were unable to help his attachment to spirit, but the guardian should've done better. He knew that now. They had to have boundaries, Mason was right, but he shouldn't have abandoned Adrian so resolutely, so completely, without even a proper conversation. He was so disturbed by the darkness in Adrian's expression, he hadn't even begun to process the words that had actually been thrown at him. But when they did, Eddie felt himself shrink.

Whilst Benji's reaction to having his love life dragged out into the spotlight was blinding rage, Eddie's was mortification. Shame consumed him, sucking away all the testosterone-fuelled tension he'd felt earlier and replacing it with utter humiliation and regret. He'd failed, broken almost every rule in the rule book, and now everyone knew about it. He'd only confided in Mason, his best friend having spotted it from a mile away, but he hadn't wanted it to get any further than that. He'd cut things off so suddenly with Adrian for exactly that reason. It couldn't get out, it couldn't jeopardise their working relationship, they couldn't take Adrian away from him. Eddie's cheeks burned, unable to form a reply, afraid to even try. The dhampir wasn't entirely familiar auras and all that their colours meant, but Adrian had framed his wording in such a way that Eddie understood regardless. In fact, he was sure everyone in the room had. There was certainly no chance of denying it or going back now. The truth was out there.

Adrian continued on, seemingly unbothered by the lack of reply, turning his accusing gaze on the others. Eddie was left reeling, deflated, his mind racing. He could barely pay attention to the following remarks, desperately trying to figure out how they could come back from this. What would the Lightwoods think? Would he be reported? He didn't think Benjamin would hesitate at the chance to make Adrian's life a little worse, not after what he'd done today. He wondered how far his mutual relationship with the fellow guardian went, how much Ben could be trusted now that he'd been pushed. They were on good terms, their dynamic one of mutual respect and understanding. Eddie looked up to him. He wanted to be as good as him, do what he could do for Adrian's sake. Surely, there was a way out of this, one that wouldn't involve the elders and him being stripped of his title.

Eddie tuned back in at 'genetic mistake', hearing Isabelle's gasp. As expected, things were now spiralling beyond anyone's control. He had to get Adrian out of there, now. He was certain those last comments would have sealed the deal for Benji. Eddie took a few steps forward. But then he paused. Shoving royalty? The dhampir blinked, confused. At Barcelo? Benji had been at Barcelo? "He what?" Eddie asked, the question a near whisper, as if asking it of himself, asking if he'd even heard Adrian correctly. His brain was struggling to compute any more shock. "He did what?" It took Eddie far too long to piece it all together, overwhelmed. By the time he had, Adrian was muttering nonsensically and Eli had stepped in, offering to siphon him. But the moment he understood, Eddie's head snapped up, meeting Benji's gaze. That anger he'd thought had been zapped from him entirely returned in a flood.

"Did you touch him?" Eddie demanded to know, his voice cutting through the rest, near a yell. The guardian finally moved from the spot he'd felt trapped in, charging towards Benjamin. In an instant, that respect he'd had for their mentor completely shattered, lying in pieces at their feet. "Did you fucking - touch my charge?!" On the word 'touch', Eddie reached him with a shout, shoving the dhampir back with unbridled rage. He didn't care what happened next, didn't care that he wouldn't win this fight. Benjamin had betrayed them and that was the biggest sin of all.

Once he'd helped Alec quiet down the gang for the morning briefing, a task made a lot easier without the presence of Rose and Adrian, Benji took his place back beside Juliet, still refusing to look in her direction. Unfortunately, Alec had decided to make their training partnership more permanent as the program developed, the Shadowhunter proud of their progress so far; and as dutiful as ever, neither had said a word against the idea. Neither had dared, because that meant explaining why the pairing didn't work, and that wasn't something either were ready to acknowledge. So, the cycle of torture continued, Benji's devastation only growing the more interaction they shared. But despite himself, he knew it was better than no interaction at all.

Hands clasped behind his back, posture stiff, Benji appeared to listen to Alec's every word, seemingly attentive. But in truth, he was working on his breathing, attempting to get himself into a meditative state, or as close to one as he could manage. He'd discovered a combination of faith and focus was the only way he could make it through his training sessions with her, but it took some time to completely surrender over to. Fortunately, he knew the briefing and expectations well, having worked with the Lightwoods to set the assignments in the first place, and could now wholly focus on lowering his respiratory rate. He was halfway through reciting a Russian prayer in his mind, feeling the slowness of his breath, when the smell of smoke hit his nostrils. Having dulled his senses, it took Benjamin a moment to make the connection, but Adrian's smug voice dispelled any mystery.

Immediately, Benjamin's jaw tightened, feeling the tension he'd just worked on draining away return to his muscles. If the Moroi had just slipped in quietly, actually shown some respect for the process for once in his life, perhaps the dhampir could have let things slide. But Adrian seemed intent on causing drama wherever he went. Already, Benji was planning on chewing him out, though he did muster enough patience to think his wording through first. Perhaps it was better left for the Lightwoods to deal with. The Moroi were his superiors, after all. But to everybody's surprise, Juliet herself piped up.

As always, her voice sent electricity through him, the sound a reminder of her presence right beside him. He would've become consumed by the sensation had he not noticed the biting edge in her voice, an impatience that went beyond mere irritation. Although he felt the same upon hearing Adrian's sarcasm, he felt concern for her, wondering what the source of her frustration was and how he could solve it. The answer should've been obvious, but he rarely spared a thought for himself, all protective instinct and dutiful follower. His frown grew, wondering what signs he'd missed, when Adrian provided the answer for him. Hearing his name, Benjamin's head snapped up to look at the royal.

He almost couldn't believe it. The pureblood seemed more alert than Benji had ever seen him. How could he have been so callous? Seeing the grin, the dhampir's eyes narrowed, feeling the anger shoot through his limbs immediately, his fists following suit. Embarrassment and rage cycled his veins, heartache that the fracture between him and Juliet was so obvious to everyone else, fury that it had been dragged out into the limelight without either of their permissions. Suddenly, nothing seemed more important than wiping the grin off the Moroi's face. He took a step in the man's direction, only for Eddie to quickly intervene. Right then, respect for his fellow dhampir was the one sole thing stopping Benji from smashing Adrian's face in. Eddie was his guardian, and he'd done the right thing by de-escalating. Benji continued to battle with reason, fingers aching with how tightly they were curled, but he attempted to breathe. He could come back from this, pull himself back from the knife's edge, so long as the Moroi behaved. But Eddie had given him too easy of an out.

"— No," Benji interrupted immediately, the edge in his voice dangerous. "He should stay." If the man weren't a Moroi, he would've made it an order, but unfortunately, he had no real jurisdiction. Still, he wouldn't be letting the royal off that easily, not after he'd taken aim at Juliet, had made their issues so public. Only, this time his voice had lost its malice, replaced by condescension. Two could play at this game. "I mean, you've finally shown up. You've come here to work, haven't you? To put in some actual effort? To show your guardian some respect? It's a good thing." His smirk was suppressed, but barely, his eyes not leaving the Moroi's. "A sign of progress. I mean, I can't recall the last time I've ever seen you sober. Seems like we're all finally getting to meet the real Adrian Ivashkov."

[spacewassocool]

Hi! Could I request the iswm crew + crew mack and head engineer mack reacting to a captain that is very excited about the water planet they crash landed at?

subnautica style but without the ship exploding

thank you :)

Ofc! Hope you like it!!!

Warnings: None Pronouns: You/Yours Ships: Possible Mack x reader Request? Yes Word count : 1053

It was another day inside the invincible II. Everything looked and seemed normal, they were on course to get to their planet in about a month. Everyone was happy and there were no faults. It was all good inside the ship.

 Until something did go wrong. Somehow they had not seen a huge planet on their course and with Gunther being asleep, they could not avert away from it. So they crash landed onto a huge water planet! You were the first one to start scouting the planet, you had insisted. The crew heard you rambling about diving in to explore. When you got back from your two hour journey, you could not stop talking about it. It was your dream come true.

Mark

He was confused

The ship crashed into a water planet

And you were happy??

He knows how much you liked exploring but being excited about being off course did not seem like you at all.

He sat you down and listened to you ramble about your adventure

So you liked the ocean huh

I mean i guess the ship would take a while to get back on course

So he lets you explore, even going with you at one point

And nearly drowning

He’s proud of you, but doesn't really know why. (Because he’s a himbo thats why.)

Celci

She had heard about all your adventures in the ocean back on earth, so she was also sort of happy that you were happy.

She spoke with Mark and decided that that they now had one thing that they both agreed on

They liked seeing you happy.

She looked forward to you coming back from your trips and telling her about the cool animals you saw, and the scary things you faced.

She was so happy for you

Defo makes you hot chocolate after you come back from all your expeditions (If ur allergic, no ur not)

So yeah, she’s pretty cool with it, but after about a month she’ll start pushing for the ship to get back on track, assuring you that there was ocean at the place you were headed.

Gunther

Oh, a new planet, with new species you say? *loads up gun*

Yeah, he joins you in the ocean, granted he gets to shoot what he pleases.

It's a brand new place, of course he’s going to want to shoot some animals to bring back.

Protects you from anything scary in the ocean

“No i swear, It was a giant sea monster, that's why I shot it!.” He says talking about a tiny little fish.

He hates going back to the ship after his explorations with you, he wants to stay longer.

When the crew suggests that they get back on course, he tries to shoot them

Are they seriously trying to take away your bonding time?

So they make sure he’s asleep when they leave.

Cant have him shooting everyone can we?

In summary, he loves it because he gets to shoot things and bond with you

Burt

At first he is NOT a fan of the ocean

My poor guy just wants to get on course.

But after seeing how happy you were, he let it slide for a bit.

Definitely creates some ocean poetry for you, in case you ever want any.

Assists with making hot chocolate for you after you come back

Make sure you're warm the whole time you're there. Or he’ll be angry

The one who makes the crew get back on track (without telling you though, he  wouldn't want you to know)

So he loves that your happy, just wants to leave asap

Crew Member! Mack

Oh what's this, they’ve crash landed? But he thought that the engines were doing just fine!

Oh, you actually like this planet? Well okay then!

He wants to win the approval of his captain, so he happily helps you with your mission to explore

Jotting down everything that you can find

In return he gets headpats, which he loves.

When its time to leave, he gets sad, he loves the attention he gets from his beloved Captain, why do they have to go.

On your last mission down there, he wants to go with you, and you let him, considering that Gunther wasn't going,

As you’re both exploring a new area, something grabs you by the foot and starts dragging you away from Mack.

He notices immediately and blasts his ray gun at it, forcing it to release you from its grasp. 

You swim back up to him and hug him, the start swimming out of the area. 

He was blushing like mad when that happened, and then joined you when his red face wasn't visible anymore.

So, he loved his adventures with you, and hopes to get more affection from you in the future. *Starts plotting to crash the ship into another planet*

Head Engineer! Mack

What, they crashed! How could this be!?

He thought that the ship was perfect, and now this!

He knew that it had to be the captain’s fault. I mean who else could be so stupid as to let this happen.

Yet after he sees you being so happy, he lays back off his thoughts.

He knows he ought to get the ship working again, but can't help but love seeing you happy.

He goes for a dive with you, leaving another member in charge, and is bewildered by how much you like it down there.

Just seeing you elegantly float around down there, admiring all the rocks and little fishies you find, he finds it incredible

After you teach him how to properly swim in the ocean, he goes down with you all the time, sure most of the time he hates it, but you are so happy when you’re there.

He puts of fixing the ship behind as he loves his adventures with you, but after a while he knows he has to do it.

Like with Gunther, you are put into the Cryo pod when they leave, he doesn't want you to be sad.

When you get to the designated planet, he still goes swimming with you, just like old times.

So he’s a supportive guy but its not his thing, He does it for you tho.

AAAH HOPE YOU ENJOYED I will be getting to everyone's requests ASAP

Love you guys!! Sincerely William