#poor guy just wanted to recruit jack

[spaceanxshark24]

no one:

not a single soul:

wanderlust during majesty: POR FAVOR, LLAMEN A LA POLICA! ME ESTÁN MATANDO- (translation: HELP, CALL THE POLICE! I’M BEING MURDERED-)

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Replies! About Jamil’s roommate, twst boys making each other jealous, Jade feeding Silver funny mushrooms (again) and some other twst stuff.

Anonymous asked:

hi i love ur art sm. i love how often u draw ortho bc some of the twst fandom always leave him out <//3 thank u and have a great day!!

Thank you, Anon!! It means a lot! <3

Ortho really is underappreciated, and I think a lot of people just aren’t sure what to do with him… and some people are genuinely uncomfortable with him lol But he has so much to offer and is so unique and interesting that I can’t really help it. He is a joy to draw, and I am always happy when people like drawings of him.

Have a great day too!

Anonymous asked:

I don't like your latest artwork at all. At all!!! It's smug aura mocks me...

that feeling when you realize you will never have a cozy morning jamil greeting you when you wake up. why even live

(DON'T READ THE REST of this ask if you don't want spoilers for his birthday vignette, I don't even know if what I'm going to say counts as spoilers or if you care about these kind of vignettes)

They briefly introduced Jamil's mob roommate, and of course we don't get to know a lot about him (he's a mob after all), but I thought it was funny that his main contribution to the vignette was sleeping through every noise Jamil makes (like drying his hair or when his alarm clock goes off). I like to think that he is the one mob student who just isn't interested in Jamil in the slightest. It's not that he doesn't think he is pretty, it's just that it does nothing for him. Jamil, you need to treasure him!

Ouch, Anon! But also, fair! There is nothing to like about that latest artwork! If anything, it’s offensive! 😤 (thank you so much <333 and also thank you for this existential dread; why even live indeed…)

I KEEP FORGETTING THAT THE MAJORITY OF THESE BOYS HAVE ROOMMATES OMG Jamil and his mob roommie!! 🥹 lol it really would be funny if he was that one (1) Scarabia student who doesn’t have the hots for Jamil. Poor Jamil really needs to have one person around him that doesn’t look at him like a hungry animal. And finding this one guy took so much luck from Jamil that he remained luckless for the rest of his life 😔 rip

But also maybe this guy is just very good at pining quietly…

Anonymous asked:

re: jack x epel, i can see epel hooking up with people (slut smh) and not wanting any strings attached, and although i think jack wouldn’t be into hooking up…sometimes deuce isn’t around when he’s unbearably horny and he does share a class with epel, who’s more than happy to help a hot buff wolf man…and sometimes deuce will hang around ace and it makes jack jealous so he recruits epel to make deuce jealous >:3

the drama!

Oh god, the first years just keep fucking each other to make each other jealous!! 😭 This is why romance is forbidden in this kind of schools, because otherwise this shit happens! (fun fact: I have a little comic about Ace recruiting Epel to make Deuce jealous, but for now it’s only been posted on ko-fi) In all seriousness, these boys really are horny and petty enough for all kinds of drama to happen.

Epel would also probably be very into the fact that he is being this cool and mature… he would expect to be more experienced by Jack but 😔

Anonymous asked:

So which of the twst cast would flirt with someone else to get someone jealous? Also who would do it for funsies, to get back at them as petty revenge or some other petty reason?

APPARENTLY THE ENTIRETY OF THE FIRST YEAR! Shame on them! Shame on these boys! Sebek is the only normal one! 😡

In reality though, I can see Ace doing it; Deuce wouldn’t do it intentionally, he just ends up in these situations that make Ace jealous. Epel would absolutely try to do it though. Ortho might too, actually, but he would just tease a little bit…

Azul would be petty enough to do it but he isn’t super liked by others, so there probably won’t be much flirting happening lol Idia might tease Azul like that though, but it would backfire horribly somehow. I wouldn’t call it “flirting” though because Idia isn’t much of a flirt, but complimenting someone for being good at board-games is enough to get Azul mad.

Jade would do it in a very obvious way, almost too crudely for how sneaky and manipulative he usually is. But that’s absolutely intentional.

Jamil probably would, but not with Kalim – he knows that this kind of thing wouldn’t really work with him, and they don’t have this kind of relationship… pissing Azul off would be funny to him though because his reactions are very obvious.

Vil might do it a little bit; I keep thinking about that one jp RookVil comic about Vil surrounding himself with the Savanaclaw mobs during Beanfest and thinking  “it wouldn’t hurt for you to get jealous every once in a while”. Not something he usually goes for, but if he is feeling a little bit petty (i.e. after the VDC)? Easily.

Rook and Lilia both do it a lot but it’s never their intention to make someone else jealous lol

Malleus would be petty enough to do something like that though. As someone who often feels left out and neglected, he would be overjoyed to see someone getting jealous of him and upset with him flirting with someone else. He made Lilia jealous a couple of times, and it’s always such a big win for him that he can’t stop grinning very smugly…

Anonymous asked:

So apparently there is a mushroom called caterpillar mushroom which works similarly to viagra....

Jade likes mushrooms

Take what you want from this ask..... 😈

Anon, the mushroom itself is both fascinating and disturbing at the same time. Jade would be enamoured by it; both by how difficult it is to grow it and how powerful it is. He absolutely will start growing some. Why do you have caterpillars in your room, Jade? No reason. What is it that grows on their little silly heads? Just a little project…

He will definitely take his time deciding what would be the best use for it, but since he has to check if it works or not anyway, he would need a guinea pig. I guess it means Silver is getting another risotto 🤤

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

A little prompt I had after reading the  Sleeping Beauty alternate story "Once Upon a Nightmare" that I found on AO3

"Silver fell to a sleeping spell that lasts for nine months. During this time, Lilia nonconed Silver roughly, and Silver ended up pregnant. And after Lilia found out he was pregnant, he began banging Silver in his sleep. One day, during the last day of the spell, Silver woke up in pain (both from contractions and Lilia banging him). Lilia banged Silver as he gave birth to twins. Lilia was disappointed he woke up, but happy that he had kids and planned to play with Silver more"

What a lovely family these two are 🥹

Really makes you think about how fucked up the original fairy tale actually is. It really is the somnophilia story, and Silver is the absolute star of it! Thanks Lilia for being this horrible.

While the topic of pregnancy and giving birth isn’t something that I like, the dark fucked up vibe of this prompt makes it kind of fun…

Anonymous asked:

This but with Lilia: https://youtu.be/AD95PSX7ntE?si=DRQmAWJBuonRvATT

Oh my GOD this is literally Lilia NOOOO

With his silly dance and his historically accurate Exes!

(in all seriousness, I am stunned by the production quality and editing of this video lol very impressive!!)

[doctorhelena]

Steggy Fic: Not For A Million Bucks

I’ve created something for every day of Steggy Week 2024 over at @steggyfanevents! This is for Day 4 (Outsider POV). Previous Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3

Summary: Jack Thompson didn't particularly want a front row seat to this show, but oh boy, he's sure got one.

Rating: PG

Note: This is a sequel to my story Never The Normal Way, but you don't have to have read it to understand this one. (But if you like this one, you'll probably like that one too!)

Read it on A03

Excerpt:

Washington DC, October 9, 1950

“So, what exactly did Marge tell you over the phone?” Jack Thompson asked Daniel Sousa, standing back and letting him put his own bag into the trunk of the rental car. The plans for the new agency must be getting serious now, he guessed, if they were flying guys all the way from California for meetings.

On the other hand, it was entirely possible that the whole shebang was just a cover to get Sousa here to be briefed on Peggy Carter’s latest little unauthorized side project - Phillips and Stark were in on both, he remembered.

No. No, there really was going to be a new agency, and there was no way Carter wasn’t pretty deep into that too. She was just killing two birds with one stone  - or maybe three, because poor Danny Boy here was going to have a heart attack when he found out how thoroughly Peggy hadn’t been pining over him since she’d moved back to New York. 

Jack actually felt a little sorry for the guy.

“She didn’t tell me much,” Daniel said as Jack put the car into gear. “Just that she was excited about the new agency, and that she wanted me to come over for dinner tonight and catch up with a few friends.” He frowned. “She'd mentioned before that she might need some unofficial help on something, but - it felt like there was more to it than that. Like there was something else she didn’t want to say over the phone. Has she said anything to you?”

Jack snorted. “Yeah. And you’re not wrong. There’s apparently a hell of a lot she didn’t want to say over the phone.”

Daniel sighed. “It’s been a really long day, Jack. Don’t be an ass. Just tell me.”

Yeah, it must’ve been an overnight flight, to get into DC this early in the afternoon, Jack thought. He should probably take pity on the poor shmuck. “Well,” he told him, “the good news is you’re officially one of the few people she trusts enough to recruit for her latest little secret side investigation. And it’s a doozy. But the bad news is, uh - ”

“What? What’s wrong?” Sousa looked suddenly alarmed.

Jack sighed. “Look. This probably should come from her, not me, but if you’re going to need a minute to cry, better do it now and not embarrass us all at her place. She’s - uh, there’s a guy.”

Sousa looked both relieved and a little disappointed. “She’s seeing someone? Is it serious?”

“Well, she married him, so I guess probably.”

Daniel blinked. “What?” He looked more than a little hurt. “She didn’t - ”

Jack huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. She didn’t tell me either, till I popped into her office last month to say hi and caught her red-handed with a ring on her finger, looking like she’d swallowed a beach ball.”

“Wait, she - what? ”

Read the rest on A03

[miniherodesktales]

Note: I know this is full of continuity errors, but it was fun to play round with the idea.

Day 3: Parents

'Frank, I need a favour!'

Hollister shuddered and held the phone further away from his ear. His brother-in-law's roar of a voice always had that effect on him.

'A favour, Jack? And I owe you one because...?'

'Because, Frankie, you married my sister and ruined her life. In fact, you're gonna owe me for life for that. And well into my holographic life too, if I can get one, come to think of it.'

'What do you want, Jack?' Hollister asked impatiently.

'At some point this week you're gonna get a call from your recruitment guy on Io. He'll have a young kid on his books who'll need a job pronto that'll come with board and lodgings once he hits 15. Emancipation case.'

'Emancipated? Can't you feed him?'

He heard Jack sigh heavily.

'Emancipated, not emaciated, Frankie! Get yourself a dictionary will ya? And clean your ears out while you at it. The kid's 14, I'm helping him get away from his parents. It'll help a whole lot if we can prove he's got some kind of employment lined up once he's of age.'

'I've got enough waifs and strays onboard,' Hollister grunted. 'What's he like?'

Jack paused. 'Bit of a dreamer.' Another pause. 'Boarding school brat,' the lawyer finally confessed. 'Family tree full of soldiers, bishops, and minor royalty swinging from every branch.'

'Don't want him,' Hollister grunted. 'Tell him to suck up whatever it is mummy and daddy have done to him - maybe they didn't buy him the right pony for Christmas. Tell him to hide out at school until he can land himself a job at the local bank!'

'Heartless, Frankie boy, totally heartless! The kid needs a break. Sure, he's not the sharpest tool in the old box, but he's a fighter. Take him under your wing for a few years. A. J is going places, trust me.'

Hollister snorted. Jack was so full of it.

'What's A. J stand for?' he asked.

'Ace Jupiter.'

'You just made that up!'

'Do you know how many lost kids the state has to keep track of?' Hollister was pleased to hear that Jack actually sounded defensive for once. 'Labelling them by planet of origin stops us from getting them mixed up with the Earth and Saturn brats, you know? Plus, the protection of of a fake name. Plus...'

'What?'

'His parents must really hate him. Why else call him Judas?'

Hollister shuddered.

'So you'll take him then?'

'Do I have a choice?'

'Sure you do. But I'm giving you the opportunity to do something decent for once. To give someone the chance of a brighter future. With you he could build his career, find himself a woman -

'Or man,' Hollister added, warming quickly to the idea of being some poor mite's hero. A mentor. A mysterious benefactor. Someone who would actually mourn him when he died and would provide a wailing lament at his funeral along the lines of: "Frank Hollister saved my life!" A sort of father figure...He'd never have kids of his own...

'Or man!' Jack agreed. 'Kids, friends, home, pension. The whole shebang! A future, that's the gift you'll be giving him. Whaddya say?'

'Fine. I'll take him, keep him busy, keep him on the straight and narrow as long as he's on my ship. After that his life his own to screw up in any which way he pleases. Got it?

'Got it.'

'Fine. Send me Ace Jupiter....What a stupid name!'

Many, many years later....

'What did you think of Captain Hollister?' asked Lister.

'Not much,' Rimmer admitted. 'Kept getting my name wrong, stupid man. You?'

Lister idly flicked over the page of his magazine.

'Same,' he grunted. 'Not much else to say is there?'

'No. Not much.'

[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦🏾‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting…I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That’s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her too Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipresent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

[phantomthiefgaige]

What if SEES gained a new member?

Part 1

TW: Shooting in the head mentions

Around the time Fuukas name had been mentioned as a possible recruit for the team, Mitsuru had come in with news of her own. She had found someone with the potential that can’t be a nav but could be a new teammate.

Well hey, any new hands are better than no hands and it turns out Mitsuru had brought them over right now!

It could be anybody, it could be a random new student, it could be another transfer, it could be Kenji…okay it really can’t be Kenji. Either way, nobody was expecting that the next person to walk through the door, was a glasses wearing brunette who looked pale and scared.

She was instantly recognized as Chihiro Fushimi, the treasurer of the student council. And oh boy, not only can this poor girl not find any words, she’s now staring at three more boys. Only one she knows via a new link that had been formed or student council meetings, but now she has two more to worry about.

She was explained the situation beforehand and hasn’t made her choice yet on whether she wants to even be part of the team.

She decides to stay in the dorm for now to sleep on it, she can sleep in a spare room for now anyway.

One night she just decides to go with everyone to tartarus to see what she could do. Normally they wouldn’t but she seemed adamant about what she could do. She was even given an armband and an evoker as well.

When she gets into battle she has…a paper fan…she really must not be a physical fighter. Can’t really blame her though. She’s terrified just being there and realizing what she has to do with the evoker.

In the midst of battle she gets hit and can barely take two hits at most. Though she seems immune to light attacks but pierce seems to be what knocks her down.

In a really heated battle however, she sees everyone is cornered and decides that it’s now or never.

She holds the evoker to her head and pulls the trigger…

“SOTERIA!!!!!”

Out comes a female persona surrounded by light and floating angel wings…okay this part is a wip that I’ll expand upon more.

So she has defensive skills to help the party, that’s nice. Fire too? Hmm, okay…seems ni-

HOLY SHIT IT HAS MEGIDO!!!!!

Yeah so…Chihiro is a glass cannon. And her magic and sp are jacked! Her endurance and agility leave quite a bit to be desired though…but that’s a risk you take.

She apologizes profusely for that display of destruction but Junpei and Yukari call her amazing

Makoto could care less…okay he does care at the nuke but he seems unphased by much else

With these words of praise from basically everyone, Mitsuru and Akihiko included, she gladly accepts being part of the team. Maybe this way she can build her confidence more and more…plus three guys helping with her guy phobia would be more beneficial than just one.

Good luck Fushimi…it’s gonna be a long year.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))

I will proclaim which one is my favourite

warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.

Alone

Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart

Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway 💀 it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)

Tifa

Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333

When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore

WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything

Aerith

NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him

RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully

WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN

Yuffie

In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her

"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie

GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL

WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one

Barret

"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that

Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know

BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER

Red XIII

"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS

Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3

The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!

Cait, Vincent, and Cid

ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-

Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.

Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???

Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win

jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk

okay bye

[nichtschaden]

Choke It Down, Spit It Out

@blusollyjd This would be easier with somebody he didn't really know. If the person knew who he was, it would be easier for them to get all judgemental. Maybe they wouldn't look at him the same way after. That would be worse than anything. Still, he had his reputation. Everyone knew who he was, for better or worse- he'd kicked down a door after all, he and Tavish. As ugly as the whole affair got for a while, you saw more people reaching across enemy lines now. Not afraid to make friends, or more, with people they liked. It'd made Jane famous. Or infamous, depending on who you asked. But fame was different than really knowing, right? And above all, he couldn't go to Abel with this. He gave his poor husband enough to worry about. Sometimes he felt like a burden and it made him want to drive his fist through the wall in frustration. But if not Abel, than who? People had come and gone. And he didn't want to go to some giggling maggot whose suggestion for helping with this would be to saw his skull open or some ridiculous crap like that. And then, Jane thought of the guy he'd briefly met on Halloween. The guy who'd given him coffee. BLU. Seemed to have his head on straight. Didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have an animate head in his refrigerator. So, fine then. That guy. Jane's eyes squinted under his helmet. 'Dr. F. Finitzer'. The nameplate said the same thing that it had the last ten times he read it, and standing here like a slack-jawed recruit wasn't going to do him any good. Man up, Soldier. Breathing in, Jane gave a few hard raps against the office door and immediately began pacing like a caged mountain lion, hands clutched behind his back, steps even and rigid in standard military marching cadence. He was wound like a spring. But even he knew he had to do something about this. The feeling he kept feeling since he got back... it was almost a liability today. He would not allow that of himself.

Whether Jane knew or not, the man he'd settled on had followed in his wake. Fritz had crossed company lines in more ways than one, and the consequence was encased in metal beneath his left boot. He was terrified the worst was yet to come, after an idle visit to Dr. Haswell in the RED medbay had ended in his tampering with their respawn machine to resurrect a Scout it had failed to bring back. A senseless death if there ever was one, he hadn't cared what color the kid wore.

But it made him uneasy. It was a far graver transgression than the one that resulted in his brace. So when there was a knock against the door of his glorified closet of an office, Fritz's head snapped up in half a heartbeat. For a moment, he froze, a porcelain statue, listening. Waiting. The heavy footfalls pacing outside caved his shoulders a fraction, and the hand against the hidden revolver dropped. It wasn't the administrator spy, the bastard would never be so loud. Though it did make him wonder, who would knock on his door when the nicest man alive set up office two doors down. Or why this person wouldn't go to the medbay -- there was nothing in Fritz's office but a file cabinet, a tiny desk and two folding chairs.

He climbed to his feet with a grimace as weight was put on his bad leg, but it left his face quickly. He was used to it after so many years. "Jack, if that's you, you have your own damn coffee."

There was no hiding the mild shock behind aviator glasses when the opened door revealed Jane. His mind shifted quickly into the how and why Jane would knock on his door instead of Abel's, the man was not only his partner but a better doctor in spades, and the conclusion he landed on in that microsecond was the worst.

"What happened? Is it Abel?"

Then again, would the soldier have shown restraint if the veteran medic was in trouble? Fritz doubted he'd still have a door. He shook his head and quickly backtracked.

"Sorry, I just. Rough week, I assumed the worst. Come, ah. Come in. The coffee's fresh. You're not injured, are you, because this broom closet really isn't the place to handle that."

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 20: A Cop’s First Day

The Story of a Family Told in Web Comic Format

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Peachy started his first morning at the homestead in Brindleton with a hearty breakfast that had the added confidence boost of maxing his gourmet cooking skill before changing into his new uniform and making his way to the police station.

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The chief insisted on meeting all new recruits before their first assignment, so that was Peachy’s first stop upon checking into the bullpen.

He’d prepared a donut joke to break the ice with his new co-workers, but her stony response showed a rare comedy miss.

After an incredibly awkward few seconds she finally mustered a feeble laugh and told the new “wise guy” that he could crack all the jokes he wanted with his suspects, as long as he could seal the deal. Don’t arrest the innocent and close his cases and they’d be just fine.

Peachy left to go pick up his first assignment, resolving to do just that – and stay out of the chief’s way while he was at it!

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His first crime scene was a small house in the desert, where he’d been instructed to meet up with Jack, the senior detective on the case.

Jack gave him a friendly smile and a genuine laugh at his donut joke, just what Peachy needed after the chief’s cold reception. He had a feeling he’d found his first friend on the force as the older cop showed him around the scene of a robbery gone very bad.

The rookie was tasked to collect all the evidence and then come help take witness statements as soon as he was finished.

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Peachy obediently took photos and dusted for prints. When done, he was surprised to find Jack out back relaxing in his swim trunks by the pool, but he followed suit. Maybe this was Jack’s way of putting the witnesses at ease?

If so, it seemed to be working. The distraught housemates of the recently departed sim relaxed and shared everything they’d seen the night before. When it was all down on paper Jack thanked Peachy for his help and sent him back to the station to start analyzing the evidence.

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In what passed for the precinct’s “science lab” Peachy hoped to get on the good side of the resident lab tech Tanya.

A friend like Noah on the force would be super useful. Unfortunately, it seemed Tanya had a personal vendetta against doughnuts. Peachy’s funny one liner earned him an earful about the dangers of processed foods!

With a sigh Peachy gave up on getting help from Ms. high and mighty, heading over to a free analyzer to figure it out for himself. After a couple false starts, he finally got the hang of it and logged a solid book of evidence into the computer for Jack’s review later.

He couldn’t resist pulling a little prank on his way back to the pen. His jump scare went over just about as well as his pastry-based joke…

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A call from August, who had a hilarious story to tell about the debate teams less than stellar performance at that week’s match-up against Foxbury and a glowing end of shift report left Peachy feeling good as he collected his things to head back home.

He may not have charmed all his new co-workers, but he’d done some good work and helped a new friend bring justice to that poor unfortunate Sim.

Not a bad start, if he did say so himself!

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Want To See More? View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[1-800-sexy-mad]

Okay this post got more attention than I expected so here's a little elaboration beneath the cut! :)

The au takes place in the distant future in a divergent timeline from our own with more advanced technology thanks to a tech singularity. Think cybernetics, brain chips, etc.

Consequently people are super dependent on technology to just get through the day or keep entire parts of their body functioning. all the power for this tech comes largely from solar energy, or just 'solar' in slang

The city of Sycamore, where this fic takes place, was overcrowded before the singularity but got even worse afterwards. In the past several years, more and more apartments have been built on top of existing buildings until some are 50 stories tall with apartment after apartment haphazardly built on top of one another. the rich live up high, where the sunlight is, and the poor live below, where it's much darker.

Thanks to a government upheaval around 20 years before the story, there are no public accessible places for sunlight any more :(

This leads to Willow (c!wilbur but I made her transgender), otherwise known as the hacker W1L, starting the Movement for Obtainable Free Solar, or MOFS, and recruiting most of the main (lmanburg leaning) cast of dsmp characters!

Tommy is a scrapper who gives some of his findings to Tubbo in exchange for a couch to crash on. He also acts as Tubbo's sunlight gatherer, since he long ago figured out a way up to the rooftops to get sunlight (dodging security bots on the rooftops and deterrents for people like him along the way) He's also attached to retro tech like a Walkman he stole (unknowingly, from Willow) years ago, and Tubbo laughs at him for this. I also keep wanting to write in that he and Tubbo watch Seinfeld together for some reason it's like I'm being called to do it but I can't justify it in this universe He also has an AI assistant in his brain that he named Clementine who is there to be his friend and partner in monologuing and I love her

Tubbo is a DIYer (someone who makes, and often implements, their own cybernetics) who replaced an arm and a leg with guns and also replaced both of his eyes. He works as a contractor for Schlatt Co., one of the largest cybernetics manufacturers, and has never been higher than five floors off the ground. Truthfully, he prefers the darkness and solidity of his workshop to anything close to the sky, anyways.

Niki is the daughter of two engineers, and consequently the most technophobic person around. She's the only person in the group who has no cybernetics or tech at all. This makes her the best candidate in the group for infiltrating high society, since most of the elite don't show off their cybernetics and prefer to appear entirely human. Also she has a real gun with real bullets as opposed to the more advanced, light- or laser-based guns most people carry now.

Jack Manifold is a former security robot who was pushed off of the roof he was guarding by Tommy about a year ago. Niki found him and repaired him enough that he could function again, but he also developed a personality, wants, and desires. His main desire, currently, is to kill Tommy, who has no memory of pushing Jack off the roof at all.

Technoblade is a massive hunk of metal. He used to be a regular guy (and, decades ago, a bounty hunter-for-hire working with corrupt corporations), but has slowly modded his entire body until he's become nearly completely robotic. His brain is the only thing left of his original body, and that's only because he can't exactly DIY his own brain away, but he's working on it.

Willow is an idealistic hacker, daughter of Philza, and leader of M.O.F.S. She has big dreams but is a little erratic and all over the place in their execution. Over the course of the story she comes to care for the members of her movement, but despite this, her actions become increasingly detrimental not only to herself but to everyone around her.

So that's my #brief summary of my cyberpunk au!! If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask or something I LOVEEE TALKING ABOUT THIS!!! Also thank you to everyone who showed interest on the og vers of this post ive been working on this with my friends for a few months and its been great to know people wanna read it :)

the year is 2024 I am writing a dsmp cyberpunk au that has way too much thought put into it and no resemblance to the original story of dsmp. maybe 4 people ever will read it. this is who I was always meant to be

[fanaticfangirl001]

Lab Rat

Author’s note: Y/DOB- Your Date of Birth

Some say that the downfall of man is hubris. Lab Rat disagrees. She thinks that it’s curiosity. Curiosity led to Father’s experiments, poking and prodding as she grew up, recreating the serum and studying the effects on the subject growing up with the serum. If the program proved successful could create a whole generation of super soldiers, correcting the sterilization of the original. The disgraced doctor was successful but soon ran low on funds. At age five, Lab Rat read her own name, Y/n L/N and Y/DOB on a series of government papers. Desperate for funds, he sold her to the Power Broker.

Now she sits in the lab of Dr. Nagel, the Power Broker’s official researcher. The Doctor claims his serum is the perfect one, more subtle. Lab Rat disagrees, but keeps her thoughts to herself. Speaking out of turn resulted in a loss of food, as did asking questions. A lot of actions lead to food being taken away: escaping restraints, reading, not cooperating. Dr. Nagel preferred to keep the experiment in a constant sway between hunger and exhaustion. Less problems to deal with as she’s quiet when unconscious.

Y/n struggles to lift her head up and sip from the bottle. With hands shaking she laps up the water trying not to spill it on herself. The calendar across the room reads Y/DOB. Her eyes adjust to the light.

“I’m coming home baby, now” Dr. Nagel sings to himself.

Her stomach rumbles loudly.

“Food.” Lab Rat grunts rubbing her eyes.

“Do Do Do.” Dr. Nagel scats not paying attention to Lab Rat.

“Food!” She repeats louder, taking a risk, if he’s to kill her it would be prefered more than this continued treatment.

Dr. Nagel ignores her screams. Lab Rat lays down waiting for the familiar feeling of her eyes being heavy and the room beginning to spin. She sees three men enter the room and looks wide eyed at them. Lab Rat sits up and pushes herself to the corner. The restraints pull against her arms, pinning her in place.

“Dr. Nagel?”

“Who are you?What do you want?”

“We know you created the serum.”

“Get out of my lab!”

As two men question the doctor, a third stays behind with Lab Rat.

She’s shaking bracing herself for any harm to come. Sometimes others would visit the lab, and they weren’t the nicest.

“Liebling, are you hurt?” The man in a fur coat kneels down beside her.

“No..food.”

“We should get these restraints off you, first then food.”

Lab Rat looks at her hands then shakily bends the restraints off the wall and breaks the wrist shackles off, then her feet.

“Very strong, Libeling.” The man rummages in his coat and pulls out a candy. “ This is all I have right now.”

Lab Rat looks questioningly at the man before unwrapping the sweet and popping it into her mouth, the powdered sugar covering her lips. Zemo offers Y/n his arm and steadies the shakily legged woman as the two join Sam and Bucky.

“Not to interrupt but I found someone.” Zemo gestures towards Y/n.

His hand leaves her and she nearly falls.

“You know who this is right, This is Baron Zemo. I know you’ve heard of him, too, right? You seem like a pretty smart guy. So you better become conversational real quick.”

“How about a counter proposal? Make me a better offer and I’ll talk.

“Guys we have company.”

Bucky takes his gun and shoots near the Doctor’s head.

“Okay. Okay. I was brought into HYDRA’s Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia. When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system. After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a god. I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do. But mine was going to be different. No clunky machines or jacked up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimized, perfect.”

“And the woman?” Sam asks.

“Not my serum,but she’s a gift from the Power Broker.”

At the mention of the Power Broker, Lab Rat bristles and stalks towards the Doctor. Zemo gently grabs her shoulder.

“How have we never heard of this?”

“Because… Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. Then when I returned, it was five years later, program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work.”

“How many vials did you make?

“Twenty. Karli Morgenthau stole those, so… I can only imagine what the Power Broker has planned for that poor girl.”

“Where is Karli now?” Sam asks.

“Not my pig, not my farm.”

The gun fire outside gets louder. Lab Rat shakily grabs at Zemo’s arm.

“Is there any serum in the lab?” Bucky asks then raising his gun again.

“No.”

“Now what.”

“Guys we’re seriously out of time.” Sharon runs in.

Zemo shoots Dr.Nagel in the head.

“No! What did you do!” Sam yells at Zemo.

An explosion sends Sam, Bucky and Sharon on one side of the container. Zemo and the new woman on the other.

Zemo grabs Y/n and runs out clouded by the smoke.

“Anybody see Zemo?” Sam asks running with Bucky and Sharon.

“No but he has a super soldier as a hostage. We gotta find her, she could help us.” Bucky answers.

“I take it Liebling, that you are enhanced.” Zemo looks behind to her following him.

Lab Rat nods catching her breath from the running.

“Once we are safe you can have any food you want.”Zemo offers.

“Food.”

“Yes, food. Follow me.”

“Okay.”

The two of them begin to clear a way for Sam and Bucky. Zemo detonates an explosive while the other woman knocks the men out, she grabs one’s gun and hits him with the butt of it before shooting others.

“She’s definitely a super-soldier. Go, let’s go.” Bucky adds telling Sharon and Sam to go thanks to their clearing the way.

“What is your name?” Lab Rat asks as the two stop by a shipping container.

“Helmut, Zemo.” He takes off his purple mask. “And your’s.”

“Lab Rat, but it’s Y/n. No one has ever called me Y/n though.”

“ Well Y/n, pick a color: yellow, blue or red.”

After some thought Y/n replies “ Blue.”

“Hop in.” Zemo opens the storage container and inside sits a blue vintage car.

Y/n hops in the car and the two ride it out of the unit and round the corner stopping in front of Sam, Bucky, and Sharon.

“Supercharged.”

“You’re going back to jail.”

“Do you want to find Karli or not?”

“He’s right. We need him. And there’s two of us and twenty of them.”

“There is another super soldier, this is Y/n.” Zemo gestures towards her.

“Hello, I’d be willing to help on one condition.” Y/n adds.

“What is it?” Bucky asks.

“You two help me find the Power Broker.”

“Sure.” Bucky agrees.

“What are you going to do once we find him.” Sam asks.

“Kill him.”

“I like your style.” Zemo smiles at her.

“Ambitious.” Sharon notes. “ Anyway that was one hell of a reunion.”

“Come back to the states with us.”

“I told you I can’t. Just get me what you promised me.”

On the plane Y/n sits further from the three men. It’s all starting to hit her that she ran off with strangers. The stranger in fur, Helmut Zemo gave her a candy. Technically he isn’t much of a stranger if she knows his name. The stranger with the metal arm stares at her for too long, and the stranger with short dark hair hasn’t said much to her.

“Eat.” Zemo puts a muffin in front of her and a bottle of mineral water.

“How long were you with Nagel?” Sam asks.

“I don’t remember, a while.” Y/n says, tearing into the muffin. She ravenously eats the muffin.

“And you took the serum.” Sam confirms.

“Not much of a choice.” Y/n shrugs and says through mouthfuls of muffin.

[shadow-sovereign]

1)Hello! It's Lullaby again! This time with a very angsty idea. I mean, what if during the 1st decade of Gates the mentality of Might makes Right established? Like the higher the rank, the better they're treated put into extreme? And because of it anyone D-ranked and below are majorly treated as less than human, so poor Jin-woo who chose to hunt was forced to do ridiculous amount amount of raids just to afford rent and Jin-ah's school fees, nvm mom's hospital bills

2) this could go a couple routs so to say: either Jin-woo dies on a raid due to overwork stress and exhaustion clouding his mind, becomes bitter and quits hunting after learning his mom died in her sleep and becomes a jack of all traits freelancer or completely breaks down, or survives till Cartenon Temple and after becoming the Player decides to become extremely closed off to anyone not his sister

Hello, Lullaby. Thank you for sending in another idea. ^_^

This idea does have a lot of potential for angst. A Might makes Right society would give Jin-Woo a lot of trouble. Though I do wonder how regular humans are treated in this society, if lower ranked Hunters are so looked down on.

Are they also treated bad or mostly with indifference? After all, you never know who might Awaken as a higher rank than you. My guess would be they’d be treated as civilians and servants, of a sort. There to take care of the regular stuff while the ‘Warriors’ take care of the monsters. But lower ranked Hunters are seen as useless since they’re not very good Warriors and can be a burden on the rest of the team.

As for his mom’s hospital bills, I don’t think he would have chosen to be a Hunter if it didn’t cover her hospital bills. But I also kind of got the sense that it was a form of Hunter’s medical insurance that paid her bills. Because Jin-Woo didn’t make that much as a Hunter. He’s lucky to get one monster core in a raid, plus whatever paycheck the Association gives him. Which probably isn’t much, as I don’t think the Association can afford to give their Hunters a big paycheck.

So, either it works the same way here, with the Association paying her bills, or the Awakened have no choice but to become Hunters. Maybe both?

Perhaps the Awakened are required to go on a certain number of raids, depending on their rank. Normally, Jin-Woo wouldn’t need to go on very many, but if he wants the Hunter’s insurance to pay for his mother’s bills, then he has to go on a lot more.

It means that he’s getting injured multiple times a week and is exhausted. And would every Healer be interested in taking care of his injuries? In this Might Makes Right society, some of them might expect Hunters to give them a fee to heal them. With perhaps some exceptions if the Hunter seems on the verge of death.

Lee Ju-Hee is compassionate enough to heal him without any extra fees, which probably gets some Hunters to scoff at her kindness. At taking pity on the weak. They probably even look down on her for going into lower ranking gates, instead of the ones B-ranks normally enter.

And after the Temple, she’s probably not allowed to retire, the way she did in canon. So, perhaps after Jin-Woo starts up his guild, he can invite her to the guild and get her away from the stressful raids. With his summons and high rank, no one’s going to protest him inviting her to his guild, even when it becomes obvious that he doesn’t really need healing.

But before he gets to that point, he’s leveling up, needing money for rent. Like canon, he gets a call that his rent is due and realizes he needs to go on a raid. Unlike canon, he’s pretty suspicious just looking at the listing. Most legitimate raid teams will already have the numbers they need, and if they’re recruiting, they’ll expect someone who can contribute.

So, he’s pretty certain it’s one of those ‘lizard’ teams that kills off weaker members to get more of the profit. But in this Might Makes Right society, everyone looks the other way when it happens.

But despite all that, he does need the money, and he’s strong enough now that he could fight off the raid members if it came down to it. So, he goes on that raid and meets Jin-Ho.

And maybe he’s even more impressed that Jin-Ho takes his side, despite not knowing his true rank, over a group of Hunters that should theoretically be stronger. He can see that Jin-Ho chose him because it’s the right thing to do. A rarity amongst Hunters now a days.

So, Jin-Ho makes the same pitch as in canon, with perhaps an additional motivation of wanting to prove that lower ranking Hunters can succeed too. And Jin-Woo agrees, both because he agrees with that motivation and because he needs some extra cash.

It goes about the same as in canon, and Jin-Ho joins his guild along with Ju-Hee.

Now, my brain’s trying to remember timelines. I believe he went on the Jeju Island raid before forming his guild, hence why Cha Hae-In even had an interest in joining. She only really knew of his name in passing before then.

I wonder, how much effort would he put into saving the other Hunters? Like, he’s going to be a lot more dismissive of other Hunters in this au, but at the same time, he does care about the ‘innocent’. And if the strongest Hunters die off, then there’s a greater chance of dungeon breaks. A greater risk of civilian death.

So, he does a quick analysis and decides to save them, with the same casualties as in canon. Then, he acquires Beru.

Beru, who already had an attitude of ‘My liege, you are the strongest. You should do what you want.’ while Jin-Woo was living in a regular society. In this Might Makes Right au, that encouragement will go up exponentially.

He’ll be all ‘My liege, why do you not take your place as King of these weaker beings? They claim that the strongest should rule, but that is clearly you!’

And when learning how unhappy Jin-Woo is with how things are currently run, he’ll encourage him to make the world the way he wants it to be. He has the power. If he wants a society where the weak aren’t treated as lesser, what’s stopping him from taking over and creating new laws?

With Beru’s encouragement, I think that’s what he’d do, after checking in with Jin-Ah and his Mom, if she survives in this verse. And considering what they’ll have seen of the Hunter world, I think they’d agree that something needs to change.

So, maybe he’d end up recruiting people to his guild in this au, kind of build his own powerbase. Maybe recruit lower ranked Hunters, too, offer them protection. He doesn’t want to outright become a dictator, so he wants to get people on his side.

I don’t know how far he’d go, in trying to ‘take over’. Maybe he’d inspire the other S-ranks to pay more attention to how lower ranked Hunters are being treated.

He could start with Baek Yoon-Ho. That guy seemed to really care about his people, as evidenced by his reaction during the Red Gate incident. Just making alliances and stuff. Maybe allowing Cha Hae-In to enter his guild.

Not sure if there would be any pairings in this au. I think Jin-Woo would be wary of other people. I could see him maybe getting together with Lee Ju-Hee, someone who had been there for him since the beginning, or perhaps one of his summons (Igris or Beru). He would know for certain that none of his summons would betray him, after all.

And this is getting rather long, so I’ll end it here. Maybe let me know if my speculating inspired anything else. ^_^

[This reply took a while, but I have been working on it. I’ve just also had a bunch of other things to do, too. So, letting future people know, if you send in a fic idea, I will respond to it, but it might take a couple weeks.]

[teamhappyme]

a series of promising events (1/5)

aaron hotchner x female! reader

word count: 7.9k :)

a/n: hello hello hello! this is my first hotch fic, and the first of three parts (edit: it’s actually 5 now lolol). it’s going to cover 8 (maybe 9?) events over the course of several years, so it needed to be broken up in the most rational way possible. this is my baby, and has been in the editing process with my lazy brain since september. please, please, please, let me know if the timeline or anything is confusing to you! i have a tendency to under explain things (as my profs will testify to), and i don’t want y’all to be confused. i hope whoever stumbles across this enjoys!

also, big shoutout to @winterscaptain, you are a gift to the world, tali. i am in love with the ajf universe, and that shit inspired me to polish this piece up for the tumblr verse to see. 

alright friends, here we go.

link to part 2: here

**** 

June 2005

You wouldn’t forget your first day in the BAU for as long as you lived. It was forever ingrained in your memory, the good, bad, and embarrassing moments all stored away. Stored away that is until Derek Morgan decided to dredge it back up as you passed your six month mark on the job. 

Derek, Prentiss, Reid and yourself were finishing up paperwork in the bullpen after an unusually slow friday. You were usually the first one done, earning a groan from the doctor across from your desk. They all envied your English degree and professional writing skills. 

“Hey bobo,” The nickname Derek had assigned to you was named after your alma mater, and extremely annoying. “Remember your first day, when I tricked you into doing Prentiss and my paperwork for almost two weeks?” You shook your head, not having to look at Morgan to be able to hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you think I could trick you again?”

7:47. Thirteen minutes earlier than you needed to be. Yet the room full of agents you were supposed to join was already filled. You liked these people already, they were punctual and functioned in the morning. 

You pushed one of the glass doors open with your ballet flat, juggling your box of office supplies while keeping your crossbody balanced on your shoulder. The sound of fingers pounding on keyboards, phones ringing on loop welcomed you into the BAU. Along with a shove to your back, causing you to lunge forward. You felt something cold run down your back, cursing yourself for wearing a white blouse.

“Are you alright?” You looked up to find a tall mop of brown hair and big brown eyes looking down at you. “Well, I’m a little damp.”

He nodded while looking at your box full of sticky notes and pens. “You must be y/n l/n. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. We’ve been taking bets on what time you’d arrive. And you beat us all with your extreme punctuality.” You laughed. “Sorry to let you down. It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” You extended your hand for him to shake, but he just stared at your extended limb.

“Yeah, he doesn’t do that sort of thing.” The new voice came into view, shaking your hand that was meant for Reid. He was tall like Spencer, but was lean with a smile on his face. Confident. “I’m Derek Morgan. When JJ told us the new recruit graduated with an english degree, I expected someone with tweed elbow patches and big round glasses.” 

“You’re an english major? Statistically speaking, only three percent of the agents that have been recruited for the BAU didn’t have any background in law enforcement or field experience.” This wasn’t the first time you’d been questioned at the FBI for being a liberal arts degree profiler. Your english degree and your fresh age of twenty five left many people to dismiss you through your time in the academy. But you got used to it. 

“Sorry to disappoint your stereotypical profile of an FBI agent,” You started, shifting your weight between your feet, now uncomfortable and a little embarrassed in front of your new co-workers. 

“Oh I didn’t mean it as an offense. I-” “He’s a genius, but he lacks some social cues. You’re the first girl he’s been around that’s his age in the workplace.” Morgan added and Reid elbowed his ribs. You covered the smile on your face as the two of them started to quietly bicker. 

“Let the poor woman go and settle in at least before you harass her.” A brunette woman in a black pant suit came walking toward you. She had a stern face while looking at the two men, but when she turned to you, her face softened into a smile. “Special Agent Emily Prentiss. You do not understand how happy I am to have another woman out in this bullpen.”

You laughed as she led you to the empty desk across from Dr. Reid’s. “Welcome to your new home.”

“Thanks.” You placed your box down before taking the place in. “I’m supposed to meet with SSA Hotchner,”

“Agent l/n,” All heads turned to the man descending the stairs into the bullpen. He was taller than the other two, and that was saying a lot since they practically towered over you. He had a clean boys haircut, paired with a suit and tie. No question that this was the unit chief you were to report to. “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. Welcome to the BAU.” He shook your hand before looking at the others. “JJ’s ready to debrief in the conference room.”

And just like that, the three agents sprung into action, leading the way to the board room. “We can go over the particulars when we get back from Nebraska. You ready for your first case?”

His face didn’t change, no change of tone in his voice. He lived and breathed for the BAU. Until you noticed the wedding band on his left hand. It was always the first thing you looked for when you met someone new. It was shallow and patriarchal, you knew, but it was instinct. And it put you at ease knowing there was someone out there he was doing this for. Someone he didn’t have to hold this demeanor around. 

“Ready.”

“Funny. But if you have any other insults to give, direct them to the head of the english department at Bowdoin. Mention that you’re talking about y/n l/n, with the 4.0 GPA.”

Prentiss led a slow clap as Derek shook his head. 

“I think that’s what the kids are calling a ‘mic drop’.” Spencer added and you couldn’t help your laugh. “Alright kid, why don’t you get out of here before we inevitably find ourselves back.”

You turned off the lamp on your desk and grabbed your crossbody and backpack. “Have a good weekend guys. And Reid,” He looked up, and you laughed as he pushed his hair out of his face. “Please recite the old testament for these two if they mock me while I’m gone.” He gave you a mock salute as Prentiss flipped you off on your way to Hotch’s office. 

In the six months you’d been here, these three people you shared the bullpen with had quickly become the siblings you never had. Morgan acted as your annoying older brother, constantly picking on you and Reid. Not only were you the newbie, but you were now the youngest, only a year behind Spencer. Emily Prentiss on the other hand, was the protective older sister you always dreamed of. She was confident and held her own against the male dominated team, but knew when to be soft spoken and caring with victims and the team when needed.

And then there was Dr. Spencer Reid. The smartest person on the planet, in your book. Sure, he was a little socially awkward and didn’t know when to stop listing off all the stats he knew, but you understood. He was consistently the youngest and smartest person in every classroom he walked into. There weren’t many people that wanted to get to know him without bullying him or picking apart his eidetic memory. Despite the problematic first encounter you shared, the two of you stuck together considering your combined intellect and young age. He taught you the ins and outs of the BAU, and helped you get accustomed to D.C. Although, Spencer himself hadn’t really ventured out into the city in the four years he’s been here. So the two of you tried to see as many things as you could in the rare weekends that you weren’t working a case. You worked your way through a third of the smithsonian's, and saw the Declaration of Independence. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little emotional while looking at it. Spencer had called you a nerd, and you didn’t mind one bit. 

You walked up the steps to Hotch’s office, case reports in your hand from this week. The blinds were open, you could see him working through the stack of files on his desk. Despite the exhaustion written all over his face, his sport coat was still on, tie still impeccably tight around his neck. Even when he was in private he kept up the put together facade.

You knocked on the door, and heard a quiet ‘come in’ as you twisted the door knob. “L/n,” “I have my case reports from this week.” “Just place them on my desk.”

“How much longer are you here for?” He let out a sigh while closing the file in his hand. 

“Another hour or two.” You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to the punch. “And before you offer to stay and help me, I don’t need any help.”

“You just don’t want to listen to me singing Coldplay under my breath.” He huffed out a semblance of a laugh. A month into your bout here, Morgan had accosted you on the jet on the way home from Milwaukee. None of you had slept in three days, and you were currently enthralled in your new mp3 player and Coldplay's newest album ‘X&Y’. After the third song, a paper cup was thrown at the back of your head, followed by a ‘I’m trying to sleep, bobo’ from Derek. It was a habit of yours that you had yet to kick. 

“That’s part of the reason.” “I knew it.” He opened another file, and you took that as a cue to wrap up the conversation. You rummaged through your purse, looking for the blue envelope you sealed this morning. 

“Um, I also wanted to drop this off. It’s for Jack, you mentioned he was being Christened this weekend.” You placed the card on top of the pile of paperwork, your cursive handwriting on top. “I was going to get him a stuffed animal or some type of toy, but he’s only three months old and wouldn’t know the difference. This check may be the penny that helps you guys afford Harvard.”

A real laugh escaped his lips now, as he picked up the card. “Thank you, y/n. You didn’t have to do this.” You smiled. “I know, but I wanted to. He’s a cute kid.” 

He looked at the framed picture of Jack on his desk, then back up to you. No one else had mentioned the Christening after Hotch first brought it up. He was quiet, and only liked to talk about his family if he initiated the conversation. You could tell you were the only person who had reached out like this, with a simple gift. 

Hotch had been the hardest person to get to know in your time here. Despite Morgan saying there are no secrets kept among the team, you knew these people had their demons. And Hotch certainly had enough both professionally and personally. You didn’t want to push the professional boundaries, but you always wanted to be present in the lives of people that you shared time with. To let them know you were thinking of them, and cared for them. It was probably your most damaging personality trait.

“I’ll let you finish your work so you can get home at a reasonable hour. Tell Haley I said hi.” He nodded. “I will y/n. Have a nice weekend.”

****

December 2005

You pride yourself in the fact that you haven’t shot your weapon in the year you’ve spent with the BAU. It meant that you were successful at connecting to these people’s emotions, despite the asterisk next to their name labeling them as a serial killer or sadist. Guns were there to protect you, and they were always the last result. But as you pulled up to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, you had a feeling your record was going to be broken.

The team was working a case where six bodies, two adult males and four teenage males, were found mutilated, along with a cut from sternum to belly button. It was the first case you worked that had no female victims. A small victory, in your mind. But, it was also the first case you worked that the profile of the unsub fit a sixteen year old girl, who had most likely been assaulted as a young child. When children were involved, the team acted differently. They were failed by the people that were supposed to care for them, they were consistently hurt with no one to turn to. And as a result, they would spend the rest of their lives paying for it. 

You, Prentiss, and Hotch got out of the suburban, strapping the bullet proof vests onto your bodies. Thanks to Garcia, you had found the unsub’s location once she turned her cell phone back on. A cruiser pulled up behind you guys, two more cops falling out. 

“Prentiss, you take the two officers down with you to the exterior basement access. L/n and I will take the main floor.” Hotch ordered as he pulled his gun from his holster. 

You could feel the anxiety rising in your chest, but there was no time to calm it down. You barely had enough time to strap on your vest. 

“Ready?” Hotch looked at you before taking another step toward the cabin. You nodded, pulling your own gun from it’s holster. “Ready.”

You followed him up to the front porch, announcing yourselves before kicking the door in. You cleared the living room as Hotch cleared the dining room and bathroom, leaving you both to meet up in the kitchen. 

That was where you found her. You saw her first, hiding half of her face behind the rifle that she had pointed at you. She was trembling, dried tear streaks left on her cheeks. She was petrified. 

“Stephanie Moore?” Her grip on the gun tightened at the mention of her name as you heard Hotch’s footsteps get closer. “My name is Y/n L/n, I’m with the FBI. I don’t want to hurt you Stephanie, but I need you to put the gun down.”

Hotch joined you on your left, both of you directing your weapons toward the young girl. “I did what I had to do to survive. They took everything from me, every last shred of dignity I had. I wasn’t going to let them kill me.” You never thought it would be possible for your heart to break while listening to an unsub. But this tiny girl standing in front of you, with her whole life ahead of her, it just hit you too hard. 

“I know you did, Stephanie. You were so brave and so strong. Not many people could survive what you did.” She started to loosen her grip on the rifle, you were getting through to her. “I’m here to help you. I want to put an end to all of this.”

You glanced at Hotch and he gave the slightest nod, giving you the okay to take a step forward together. “I couldn’t let them get away with it.” Ever so slowly, the gun started to lower in her hands. 

“You’re doing great. Just a little lower and this will all be over.” Before she could completely lower her weapon, you heard the storm door to the basement slam shut. 

Stephanie jumped, raising her weapon back up in her hands.

“You said you were here to help me!” She exclaimed, the gun pointed at you as Hotch took another step forward. “I am Stephanie, but other members of my team are trying to help the boy you took.”

Fresh tears started to fall down her cheeks and you knew you were losing her. “Y/n,” 

He whispered to you and she moved the gun from your chest to Hotch’s. “Shutup!”

“Stephanie, hey, look at me,” She shook her head, continuing her stare at Hotch. “He’s in on it, he has to be!”

“He’s not! He’s my boss, trust me, Stephanie.” You heard the safety go off, and before her foot landed as she took her first step towards Hotch, you emptied two rounds into her chest. He rushed forward as she fell, kicking away her gun and checking her pulse. Nothing. 

You lowered your gun as your breathing increased, looking at the lifeless sixteen year old lying in front of you. A hand covered your mouth as you realized what you’d done. 

You killed her. 

You remembered what it felt like to be sixteen. Struggling to find your identity, wanting so desperately to be noticed by someone. For anyone to reach out and help you. 

But you took that away from her. You ended her life before it even began.

“Are you guys okay?” You heard Prentiss come up through the basement, but your eyes were closed as she entered the room. “We’re good. Y/n took the shot.”

Hotch stood up and dared a look at you, taking in your grief stricken state. “Did you find the boy?” 

“Yeah, he’s gonna be fine.”

Before Emily could greet you, you ran to the corner of the room, heaving up whatever was inside your almost empty stomach. Your throat burned as you threw up for a second time, vaguely registering two people calling your name.

“You’re okay, y/n,” Prentiss approached you, gently resting a hand on your back. You coughed a few more times before a towel was being rushed to your side. “It’s okay.”

The whirring of more sirens forced you to open your eyes and straighten up from your sick position. Prentiss had eyes filled with concern, not letting go of you until you gave her a slight nod. She handed you a water before she exited the house, letting two uniforms in. They went straight to Hotch, asking questions and looking over the body before their eyes landed on you. You felt exposed, like you were the one lying lifeless on the ground for all to see. You took a few deep breaths to get your breathing under control, and tore your gaze away from Stephanie. 

Hotch finished his conversation with the officers before walking over to you. “Hey,” He rested a hand on your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but flinch. “It was a clean shot, but protocol states they have to take your gun and badge as well as give a statement to IA.” You nodded, taking your badge from your pocket. “They’re gonna take you back to the station and do an interview. This should all be wrapped up in a few hours. We’ll meet you back there, alright?”

You glanced up at his big brown eyes, warm as they bore into yours instead of their usual slanted nature. “Okay.”

The two officers escorted you to their patrol car, taking your badge and gun before you got in. You felt naked without them, like you were a nobody wandering the streets looking for someone to help, or looking for someone to help you.

It was a good thirty minute ride to the station from the cabin, and when you got there a detective from IA was already waiting for you. They led you into an interrogation room where they already had Section Chief Strauss hooked up through video call. Great. 

The questions they asked were pretty straight forward, nothing that couldn’t be answered by a crime scene report from the technicians. But the government insisted on interviewing cops involved in shootings, just in case it wasn’t legal. As if anyone wanted to deal with the psychological repercussions of taking another’s life. 

It took them nearly an hour and a half to get through the interrogation. In part due to you almost throwing up a third time as Strauss asked you to repeat the moment you shot Stephanie. They gave you a few minutes to regroup, some ginger ale and crackers from the vending machine to help settle your stomach. They took your fingerprints last, letting Strauss finish up with the bureaucratic discussion.

“That’s all for now Agent L/n. We’ll debrief tomorrow morning when you’re back in Quantico.” “Yes ma’am. Thank you.”

They led you out of the interrogation room and back through the lobby leaving you at the conference room your team had been set up in the last three days.

The white boards were still littered with images of the victims, crime scenes, and the unsub. Piles of evidence were scattered along the table, and you tried to resist looking through them again. You knew if you went through the images of the mutilated boys again, you wouldn’t survive the emotional turmoil. But you needed to know that you made the right choice, the only choice to prevent more families from going through the same pain and suffering as the Corbins. 

You turned to the white board, glancing at the first victim. Connor Corbin was fifteen years old, on the varsity soccer team, and involved in musical theatre. He was cousins with the teenager that abused Stephanie. She targeted all the men in her abusers life, letting them know what he did to her. Wanting them to understand the pain she’d had to endure because of their ignorance.

You looked through the rest of the victims, the abusers two younger brothers, father and uncle were among those killed. The boys were only twelve years old. You brought a hand up to cover your mouth, remembering meeting their mother on the first day you were here. JJ was the one to speak to her, as the communications liaison, most people trusted her with being the most empathetic. That fact was up for debate, in your opinion. She was a wreck, and JJ needed help comforting her from Morgan. But you understood, boy had you understood. Her whole family was killed. 

“Y/n,” You jumped, startled by the new voices in the room. Hotch, Spencer, and JJ had arrived back at the station. “Did they clear you?”

You nodded as Spencer walked over to you. “Yeah, Strauss just wants to debrief again tomorrow morning.” “Of course she does.”

Section Chief Erin Strauss is a hardass and not the biggest fan of the BAU. “Did they give you your piece back?” Your hand immediately flew to your left hip, void of your gun and holster. “No, I completely forgot about it.” You went to move toward the door, but Spencer laid a hand on your forearm. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.” He gave your arm a comforting squeeze before leaving the conference room. 

You spared a glance at Hotch as you started cracking your knuckles. “JJ, why don’t you call the airstrip, tell them to get the jet ready.” “Yes sir.”

In an effort to keep your mind busy, you started to take down the pictures from the white board, erasing all Reid’s notes in his barely legible handwriting. The boy had three PhD’s, yet couldn’t figure out the concept of penmanship. 

“Are you alright?” “Fine.” You pulled an empty manila folder out, stuffing Connor’s pictures in. “You don’t have to clean this up for them.” “I know.”

He sighed. “Y/n, stop.” His voice was stern now and you dropped the files. “I asked if you were alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be alright, Hotch?” You crossed your arms over your chest, letting a breath out. “We found her, we saved her from hurting anyone else, and we brought closure to Mrs. Corbin. Case closed, the BAU gets to go home.”

Your eyes started to water but you refused to bring your hands up to wipe them away. You wouldn’t let them fall. “We’ve all been where you are right now.”

“I’m confident that you’ve never felt what I’m feeling before.”

“Try me.” He didn’t flinch, his hands remained in his pockets, stare heavy on your own. 

“When JJ presented this case to us, that two teenage boys and their fathers had been murdered, it was a no brainer for all of us to take it. Two twelve year old boys dead, two more teenagers missing, how could we not take it? But then we got here, and we met with the victims' families, we learned the boys' backgrounds, the unsub’s profile.” You scoffed, not sure who you were angered with at the moment. “This girl was raped by a seventeen year old boy and his father for two years, and we’re still supposed to treat her like a monster, like Tim Vogel?” You shook your head. “I’m not condoning what she did, but, can you blame her? And then we went in, and she had a gun raised at us. I would’ve been able to talk her down, I know I could’ve saved her if she didn’t have the gun.”

“But she had a gun.” You nodded. “She had a gun and it was raised at you. And I didn’t even flinch to take the shot. All it took was two seconds for me to forget her pain, her trauma, and reduce her to a sick serial killer.”

Even though that’s what Stephanie ultimately was, you didn’t want to accept it. Because she was a person before she went through all that pain, she was someone’s daughter, who was involved in gymnastics and softball, and had stuffed animals scattered across her bedroom. God, were you ever going to forget what she looked like?

“Feeling guilty about taking someone’s life is a good thing. It means your human, that you care.” Hotch freed his hands from his pockets, taking the file you packed out of your grip. “You’re not like them, y/n.”

You dared a glance at him as you felt more tears spring to the surface. Those big brown eyes could tell a story all on their own, and right now, they were pleading for you to believe him. You would try. 

“Got the goods.” Spencer came back in, your gun and credentials in hand. “They really had the audacity to I.D. me, as if we hadn’t just worked a case with them the last seventy two hours.” 

He got you to laugh, which served you enough cover to wipe your eyes dry. And out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw a rare smile cross Hotch’s face. 

But Aaron knew there was more to your guilt than just this little girl. He was the leader of this team, it was his job to know the people he was in charge of like the back of his hand in order to keep them safe. And in the year that you’d been here, he noticed how reserved you were. Too reserved and too broken for a twenty-six year old. How you took on the giver persona to hide the fact that you were terribly closed off to others and your emotions. You would be the first to offer help, to be a listening ear, or lend your shoulder to cry on. But you never accepted it from anyone. Not that you had to, until today. 

When Hotch started to notice you and Spencer growing closer at the three month mark, he was excited. Proud, even. He knew you were struggling with the gruesome cases (he knew you threw up after every crime scene, despite your best efforts with barf bags and travel size mouthwash) and hoped you could share your burdens with the young doctor. But it seemed like they only grew in time, like the smile on your face. Hotch just hoped you knew your limits.

“Gather whatever else you guys need for Quantico. Wheels up in thirty.” Reid nodded for both of you as Hotch left the conference room, presumably to find JJ. 

“Everything okay in here?” He asked as you continued to empty the white boards, this time at a faster pace. Of course he had noticed the red rim on your waterline and the red tip on your nose. Spencer could read you better than anyone else, regardless of being a profiler or not.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just talked through the case.” His feet stayed nailed to the ground, yet his eyes continued to stick to the back of your head. You sighed and stopped moving, turning to face him. “Spencer, I can feel you boring holes into the back of my head.”

He had a sheepish smile and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. We have copies of all this back at the office, I already faxed it over to Garcia. Why don’t we spend the next twenty eight minutes searching for a good burger before the flight home.”

You smiled. “Okay. As long as I can get a vanilla shake, too.”

****

May 2006

Growing up, you always wanted an office job. A boring nine to five with your own cubicle, a script to follow when your phone rang and a customer needed help. You’d have a generic wall calendar pinned on the particle board, sticky notes littering your monitor screen, and maybe a few pictures of pets and future family. It was safe, predictable, and what you were constantly told all you would be capable of.

Now, as you’re sitting on the FBI owned jet with your six special agent coworkers, you can’t imagine living that life you once dreamt of. 

It was nearing two a.m., and you were two hours into the flight home from Los Angeles. Reid was passed out on the couch, Prentiss and JJ in the same state of mind in the cluster of four chairs, legs spread out. Morgan and Rossi were sitting across from one another, each listening to their own playlists. And by the way Rossi was tapping his fingers against the arm rest, you knew it was some genre of opera. 

This left you in the back of the jet, staring out the window as you passed over Nebraska. You always had the map up on your screen, wanting to know every state you passed over. No matter the case, you always looked forward to the plane ride. It calmed you, oddly enough. 

“Not tired?” Hotch took the seat across from you, handing you one of the two cups of tea. “Plane rides are too exciting for me to catch any sleep.”

You took a sip of the hot drink and your face scrunched out of instinct. You never liked tea, but you tried it again and again when people assured you that it would calm you down. It never worked. 

“You could just say no,” He added and you smiled. “I know. But my taste buds may change one of these times.”

He took a sip out of his own cup, no change of expression on his face. You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips and his eyes narrowed on you. 

“What?” 

“Well, you may enjoy the taste, but it seems like it’s calming chamomile effect has never worked on you, either.” “We’re not supposed to profile each other.” 

“Then don’t even think about rattling off excuses of why I’m not sleeping.”

He looked down at his cup, slowly nodding his head. “Well if you don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering you, because I know it’s not sleep, I can bore you with Jack’s sleep routine we have to stick to.” You smiled. “You know that I’m the only one on this team that would actually be interested in Jack’s sleeping routine. Hell, anything with that chubby little baby would interest me. Bring it on, Hotch.”

It was no secret that Jack Hotchner was your favorite person on the planet. Not only was he the chubbiest little nugget you’d ever seen, he was the result of two of the strongest people you knew. 

The first time you met Haley, she was six months pregnant with Jack, begging Hotch to leave the office early for a date night. You made the afternoon walk up to his office, dropping off some files for him to sign when you first saw her.

“Come on, Aaron. This baby is going to be here before we know it, and who knows the next time we’ll have any alone time will be.”

Before he could respond, you knocked on the open door. Both of their heads snapped over to you, and a red blush of embarrassment spread across your cheeks. “Sorry to interrupt, sir. Just dropping off some reports for you to sign off on.”

You smiled at the petite blonde woman while placing the files on the desk. “It’s okay l/n. This is my wife, Haley Hotchner. Haley, this is Agent y/n l/n, she started about a month ago.” She smiled back at you, extending a hand to shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I’ll leave the agent part out, it makes you sound like a robot.” She said and glared at her husband before placing her hand back on her growing belly. You laughed once you heard Hotch let out a breath, knowing he wasn’t offended with her joke. 

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The smile only grew on your face as you looked at her, admiring her own belly. “Congratulations on the baby. It’s always exciting to bring a baby into the world.”

“Thank you. If only my husband thought going out with me was half as exciting, he would’ve been gone a half an hour ago.” “Haley!” He was more than surprised that she would speak so cavalierly while at the office, especially around someone he had barely gotten a chance to know yet. But the two girls only shared a laugh.

“Hotch, why don’t you go. I can hold things down around here.” “Y/n, it’s not your responsibility to. And quite frankly-” You dropped a file to the desk, boldly interrupting your bosses statement. You were only acting like this because you knew his wife deserved half the attention he gave to this place. “It’s a friday night, and your beautiful, pregnant wife is asking you to go to dinner with her. JJ and I will be here if anything comes up, I’ll even redirect your calls to my desk.”

“I like you.” Haley said with a smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. “She means business.”

Hotch let out a sigh, reluctantly grabbing his briefcase and punching a few buttons on his phone to make sure his calls went to you. “You or JJ call me immediately if I’m needed.”

“Promise. Now go have fun.” He gave you the smallest smile as he grabbed Haley’s extended hand to him. “Thank you, y/n. I owe you one.” Haley said as they exited his office. But you weren’t looking for a favor in return. You did this to make them happy, and you always felt better when those that surrounded you were at their best.

But Haley did end up paying you back. She asked you to babysit the first night her and Hotch went out after the baby was born. Apparently, she was impressed with your background in social services that Rossi had drunkenly let slip at the office christmas party. And only you would get excited to babysit a poopy baby, for free. And you continued to do it as many times as they needed you to.

You earned a smile from the reserved unit chief, and raised a fist in the air. “I’ll have to add that to the team tally sheet. I’m now tied with Reid for the lead in making you crack a human expression.” “Doesn’t matter who’s in the lead, you’re all behind Jack.” He quipped back and you returned his smile.

You looked back out the window of the jet, the view of any terrain was quite literally clouded. You could see the moon reflecting on the puffy clouds, and you knew then and there you could be converted to a night person if you could look at this view every night.

“I wanted to check in with you, about Randall Garner.” You looked back to your boss, eyes glued to your own, an earnest gaze in them. “With what happened last time-”

“Last time it was a sixteen year old girl. This time it was a psychotic father who was torturing his child. There’s a broad spectrum.”

“So you don’t feel guilty about taking his life?” The way your stomach flipped at the mention of your actions merely hours ago should have worried you more than it did. 

“Of course I feel guilty.” You quipped back, and quickly looked around to make sure you didn’t disturb anyone else. Hotch didn’t even flinch. “I didn’t take this job to play God. I wanted to help people, I wanted to stop people from getting hurt. To be on the other side of the heartbreak.”

Before transferring to Quantico, you worked as a social worker in Brooklyn for three years, straight out of college. You saw first hand the horrors and trauma that came with being in the foster system, and you wanted to help children going through the same situation you had. 

This became your life, even after you escaped it. And one day, it became too much. You needed a fresh start, to make a change and help people from a different platform. And with your degree in English, and minor in psychology, the BAU seemed to be a perfect fit for a new career. 

“Why did you leave DCFS?” It irked you to no end how his voice stayed so calm when he was clearly agitated. Especially since the silky smooth tone had talked you off an emotional ledge one too many times.

“Why are you interrogating me? Strauss said it was a clean shot, that she was proud to have a man like that dead and accounted for.” A direct quote from the ever emotionless section chief. If only she had any field experience, she would understand what this job was like. “Besides, I’ve been here for a year and half. You should have my file memorized by now.”

“Half of your file is sealed. Strauss must have a soft spot for you.” You actually laughed at that. Strauss most certainly did not have a soft spot for you. She was however under orders from the Attorney General of New York to keep my file sealed, no matter my employer. 

“My sealed file has nothing to do with the actions I took tonight.” You uncrossed your legs now and turned your body to face him. This conversation wasn’t ending any time soon. “If I needed help grieving this process, I would ask for it, Hotch. I’m fine.”

He wanted to believe you. More than anything else, he wanted to believe that you had found a routine that helped you forget the daily horrors you saw. But he knew that you were the last to leave the office every night, he knew you drove home with the light on in the backseat of your car every night. Deep down, he knew you weren’t fine. 

“We don’t ever truly know the people we work with. Despite the fact that we say there are no secrets in this unit, we all have our own demons we hold onto. I know you’re not fine, y/n.” You let out a strained laugh as you started tapping your foot anxiously against the ground. 

“I do though.” For the first time tonight, Hotch had no idea what you were talking about. His furrowed brow only made your throat tighten. “I know every single one of these people’s secrets. They confide in me because they know about my past with DCFS. Everything I knew was confidential, and it ate me up inside not being able to tell anybody the horrors these children go through.” You ran a hand through your hair; the flood gates were open. You feared there would be no turning back now. “It started out as me just wanting to get to know them. I wanted to be liked, and I wanted to trust my coworkers. And then overnight, I became Father l/n, sworn to secrecy by the Parish of the FBI. I’ve become a suggestion box, papers filling me up to the top and no one is coming to empty me out. 

“But I can’t even be mad at them,” I said as my eyes started to water, remembering what Spencer said to me two months into our friendship. “Spencer told me I’m the only person that’s ever listened to his problems without suggesting that he see someone to talk to. He said I was the only person that’s ever laughed at his stuffy jokes without making fun of him. I can’t be mad at them for confiding in me in their time of need. But I’m just,” You tried to smile as a tear rolled down your cheek. “I’m just really overflowing.”

Aaron Hotchner was lucky enough to have never experienced a heartbreak in his life. He met Haley his junior year of high school, she was his first and only girlfriend, hurling him into a life of love and happiness, sparing him any pain from loving someone too much. But as he watched you break in front of him, feeling so overwhelmed by the responsibility to be everyone’s rock, to be everyone’s source of light, he experienced his first heartbreak. And he was sure he never wanted to feel it again.

“So confide in me.” You didn’t think his tone could become any softer. His baritone voice had already been strained to keep from waking the others, and he somehow became even softer. But you shook your head, quickly bringing your hands up to wipe the tears that fell down your face. “Why not?”

“Because you’re the boss. You have all of us to worry about when we’re in the field. You have Strauss breathing down your neck, waiting for one of us to screw up.” He rested his elbows on his knees, slightly leaning toward you. “Most importantly, you have Haley and Jack that need you to be their confidante. That beautiful family needs you to be there when you’re not here.”

“Y/n, if you can’t come talk to me when you’re drowning in your own thoughts, I’ve failed you as a boss.” He sighed at your continued silence. “I can’t force you to open up. But I can’t watch you give and give and give without earning a reprieve of your own.”

So the two of you sat there, in a deafening silence, as you counted the seconds passing by. You were both too stubborn to pull away first, because that would be admitting defeat, and this conversation would end then and there. You counted to one hundred and eighty seconds, three minutes, when you finally got tired of staring into the endless brown eyes of Aaron Hotchner. 

You thought carefully about what you were going to say, what you would reveal in the magic that covered the two a.m. air. And no matter how hard you tried to in those one hundred and eighty seconds, you could not keep your eyes from watering.

“I grew up in foster care.” You started, scanning his face for any judgements. You weren’t going to find any. “The last, and most permanent foster parents I had were horrible. It was basic shit that happened to every kid in foster care, nothing scandalous enough to get them to be turned in. But their birth son,” You swallowed, trying to resist the urge to pick your fingernails. “He moved back in with them when I was fifteen. He was a loser, and he started to take a share of the subsidy checks. I heard him in the living room one night with Charlotte, one of the younger girls that lived there. She was only twelve, and I found him pinning her to the couch, a knife to her throat. And I just snapped. I lunged at him, knocking him off of her. It’s all blurry now, except for when I stabbed him in the throat.” My hand scratched at the side of my neck, subconsciously finding the spot I stabbed him. “He died before the ambulance got there. Charlotte and I both gave statements, and it was ruled as self defense. But the statement still lives in my file, and with some convincing, I got Strauss and DCFS to keep it sealed.”

In all honesty, Hotch didn’t know what to expect when you decided to open your mouth. But he never would’ve guessed this. Not from the doe eyed kid that never forgot a birthday, that got everyone a donut and coffee on Monday mornings. Not from the kindest person he worked with. 

“You know that took a lot of courage to get out, so it would be nice if you could say something.” You started to panic, wondering if he saw you as a monster, as a killer.

“You were the oldest one there, weren’t you?” Your eyes widened, how did he know that? “You grew up quick and took on the role of the parent for those younger kids. You wanted them to be safe, stay innocent for as long as they could.”

You finally tore yourself away from his gaze, starting to become too strong. Baby steps. 

“None of us had a family. I tried my hardest to shelter them from those people and make a family out of the five of us. And it worked. Because all four of them still reach out and tell me how successful they are.”

“But they don’t feel like your family.” You had a sad smile and looked back up at him. 

“Do you ever stop profiling?” He mirrored the smile you gave him. “No, they don’t. But I was old enough to understand that they needed each other more than I needed them. Besides, I found a pretty weird family to take me in.”

You earned another laugh from Hotch as you made a check mark in the air, referencing the team tally. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, searching through the cash and cards he had in there. 

“What are you doing?” He pulled out a thin wallet picture and turned it over to you. It was of him, Haley, and Jack on his first birthday. “You’ve got more than one weird family to belong to.”

He extended the picture to you, but you shook your head, the anxiety forming a pit in your stomach. “Hotch, this is your family. I can’t,”

“You can. And this family wouldn’t be half as happy as they are in this picture if it weren’t for you and everyone on this team.” You smiled down at the picture, Jack had frosting from his birthday cake all over his face. You reached out and took it between your fingers. “You’re a giver, y/n. You wear your heart on your sleeve and exude more empathy than we know what to do with.” You let out a laugh as you pulled out your own wallet now, tucking the picture in one of the plastic sleeves. “It’s time you learned how to accept the love you give.”

It was deep, too deep to be coming from your boss on the private jet at two in the morning. But he was more than just your boss, and they were more than just your team. And this job, boy this job was so much better than sitting in a cubicle, answering questions from a recited list.

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TWSTxDAL: Scenario (First Years)

Scenario: Imagine if the first years are asked to decide if they should stay with MC/Yuu permanently by MC/Yuu themselves. Would they refuse or accept their proposal?  

This is just something I thought up on. Enjoy!

Ace Trappola

- Riddle would actually suggest the idea to Ace before you, since Riddle is concerned of your safety as his friend (since you’re a fragile human after all). 

- Ace would be quite hesitant and would refuse at first, but with time he would gradually accept Riddle’s and your own request.

- Ace would confirm with Riddle first, even though he doesn’t want to. Though, prefers to get on Riddle’s good side instead of his bad one.

- While he permanently stays with you, you begin to realize he’s more of a jerk than he thought. But a funny jerk...and a wonderful friend. 

- As days, weeks, months passed - Ace grows and gets comfortable with your presence; for example he doesn’t complain as much when he helps you do chores around the house when you were just starting as friends.

- He helps you around the house (such as laundry, and cleaning), make basic food but cannot shop for LIFE. 

- There’s nothing wrong with him going to the supermarket, but Ace literally cannot memorize what he’s supposed to get without a shopping list.

- When Heartslaybul visit every now and then, they give Ace a hug of friendship and Trey makes his special Mont Blanc for the occasion.

- Sometimes, it warms your heart when Ace smiles at you while having a big and bright smile on his face.

“It’s always fun when I’m around you, Yuu. Especially when I get to see that angry, pouting face of yours~”

Deuce Spade

- When you ask Deuce about to stay, his eyes are beaming before saying “YES!”.

- Deuce would confirm with Riddle as well, but Riddle doesn’t take it kindly...since Deuce is not the best person to take care of you. He would passively suggest if Cater or Ace do it instead.

- With enough persuasion, Riddle agrees for Deuce to stay - but on multiple conditions and rules set in place. He knows Deuce can be a bit forgetful and clumsy, so he’s simply keeping Deuce in check.

- Days after staying with Deuce, you noticed that Deuce was following Riddle’s rules to the word - following curfews, doing his chores so that he could make a good impression for the group if he comes back.

- You didn’t enjoy the strictness at first, but you didn’t want to discourage poor little Deuce.

- Though, as time passed - Deuce eventually dropped the rules and curfews, and allowed both of you to go at your own pace.

- Deuce can clean and tidy the place (but not as good as Ace), but do NOT ask him to cook. He is a HORRIBLE cook. 

- He isn’t good at getting groceries from the supermarket or memorizing anything at ALL. Even if you wrote a shopping list, he would forget it in a matter of minutes. 

- After every 3 months when Heartslaybul returns - Riddle lectures and asks you both about what happened the past month or so. Cater also wants you to keep him updated! 

- Heartslaybul pretends like they don’t miss Deuce but...they really do. 

- When it’s time for Heartslaybul to go, they give you and Deuce one big hug before leaving and handing you souvenirs.

- These souvenirs contain stuff like roses, a broken off part of a tree, and colorful leaves. Normally when Heartslaybul’s on a journey, the group take the most appealing and interesting things to show you and Deuce.

- Sometimes, at night you can see Deuce hugging the souvenirs before going to sleep with a soft, hopeful smile that one day they’ll come back again.

- But the thing that warms your heart the most is that he cuddles your pictures of him and you every single night before going to bed; hoping to relive the memories you shared together.

“Having these memories with you makes me smile...I ask that I can make some more with you!!!”

Jack Howl

- First off, Jack doesn’t know what to feel as he crosses his arms and ponders about it. He takes the proposal you made seriously.

- It takes him a while before agreeing. Same for Leona.

- Leona prefers if Jack went with him since he’s a great ally to the team. To Leona, Jack is a reliable member to Savanaclaw - so it’ll take a lot for Leona to accept your request.

- After Savanaclaw left, Jack is rather uneasy and...tense around you. At first, he’s quiet and not really open for discussion. Though, you were persistent and eager to have a conversation with him.

- Within months, Jack soon enough warms up to you and initiates conversation. From small chats to large discussions, you two eventually get to know each other really well.

- Jack is the best at some chores - he makes sure he does his job well such as wiping the windows, cooking (he’s a better cook than you lol), and sweeping the house and buying stuff from your average supermarket.

- Most of all, Jack is a master at gardening and adapting to an agricultural environment. Sometimes, you have to beg Jack to get out of the garden to actually eat his dinner.

- Jack is really active in the mornings, even urging your tired self to get up and exercise. At first, Jack wouldn’t bother you - but when he’s more comfortable around you he won’t cut you any slack.

- By the time Savanaclaw comes back (takes them almost a year thanks to Leona’s laziness), your house is well decorated with all kinds of plants with different shapes and sizes.

- Ruggie teases both you and Jack about how well you’ve gotten along with each other, before sneaking away to take some flowers to carry on his journey back.

- Leona doesn’t show his emotions with ease, he simply asks Jack questions to pass the time. But after interrogating him with a bunch of questions, Leona gives him a proud, short smirk before hand wrestling Jack into a hug. 

- As they left, Jack forms a longing smile before having a chat with you.

- Slowly, he blushes and rubs the back of his head before saying...

“I enjoy being around you. I mean- Thank you so much for letting me stay in your house. I hope...we continue to be...friends.” 

Epel Felmier

- Epel questions you first before hearing you correctly. You want him to WHAT?!?

- He’s silently shocked, Epel pondering days on end. It takes Epel a few days to softly whisper a ‘yes’ to you. 

- But what’s more concerning to him is how Vil will react to your request. When the day comes and you give your long suggestion Vil glares straight at you. 

- Seconds after you finish speaking, Vil closes his eyes tightly before dismissing your proposal with a stern “No.”

- Vil knows that you’re hurtable physically and mentally as a human. But he doesn’t think that Epel of all spirits should protect you; you can take care of yourself just like any other human. Besides, Epel’s his first and only protégé after all!

- Vil is the hardest to persuade out of all the Spirits. Whenever you try and put him in dangerous situations from your perspective, he tells you there’s other options than depending on a Spirit. 

- He despises your way of thinking - making yourself look like the victim, making yourself look...vulnerable.

- He understands that some situations require Spirits. But he knows that Epel could be in danger just as much as you.

- Instead, Rook suggests an alternative - Epel stays with you under the condition that you learn to train yourself for self-defense. So when small situations occur such as fighting, you can stand up for yourself and don’t manipulate Epel by your own means.

- Under that condition, Vil finally agrees with Epel staying with you. Both you and Epel thank Rook for helping you out, the two of you relieved that the discussion ended on a high note.

- When Epel settles in, he’s rather enthusiastic and ecstatic. He finally gets to do what he wants, and when he wants! Well...most of the time... 

- Epel confidently helps out with your chores - stacking papers, wiping the dust off the fan, polishing the tables...but he’s extremely good at cleaning and decorating the house! He’s learnt from the best after all! 

- Exactly a month later, Vil and Rook reunite with you and Epel again to check up and see how you’re doing. Unlike the other dorms that appear randomly, Pomefiore checks up on you regularly and consistently.

- The first time Vil and Rook checked on you, Vil was thoroughly disappointed. 

- Normally Vil and Rook (mainly Rook) helps Epel practice and perfect his magic; but thanks to the month gap, Epel is behind schedule. 

- Within moments, Vil forced Rook to teach Epel for a couple of days remotely away from you and your location as a safety precaution. As for you, you were going to have a loooooong chat with Vil Schoenheit.

- When Epel returns, he’s tired. But nonetheless Vil gives you two a warning to not slack off when he’s absent. You certainly don’t want to sit through an passive-aggressive conversation with him, right?

“Sorry for saying this MC...But no matter what, I want us to get along with each other. Let’s stay strong together, ok?”

Sebek Zigvolt

- Sebek gasps loudly in shock, but the expression is clearly still on his face. You want to recruit him? Him?

- Though, his excitement quickly dies down with a firm, almost sad expression. He has to refuse.

- He believes it is his duty as Malleus’ entourage to protect and serve him. You do mean a lot to him, but Malleus is top priority.

- As an alternative, he visits you at the end of each month for 3 days. In that time he recommends literature, mysterious and ancient facts, lessons he’s learnt, and of course - everything about his master, Malleus.

- You don’t mind, of course. Every now and then you two have a cup of warm tea or caffeine to stay alive throughout the day, and embrace the warm rays of the sun. 

- Sometimes, the rest of Diasomnia comes along! First, Silver...then Lilia...and finally, Malleus!

- When you all come together, you guys decorate the house and prepare for a huge feast to celebrate coming together! Just make sure you keep Lilia away from the kitchen though...

“To be by your side is a proposal I must refuse. But to be with each other with such harmony and friendship, is something that I will never deny.” 

[aftertheskyy]

Newsies! Merlin

for @kingdowager!! happy holidays!!❤️❤️

Imagine Merlin as Jack, the unofficial leader of the newsboys in Camelot

Daegal as Crutchie

Our story starts with Merlin and Daegal, sleeping over the kingdom of Camelot, Merlin telling Daegal all about his plan to escape to a Druid village

That morning, they go down to work, selling papes for The World, run by the disdainful Uther Pendragon

They’re all happy though, carrying the banner tough and tall

One day, a new newsie called Lancelot (Davey) starts to sell papes

He has a younger sister, Gwen (Les)

(Not sure where to put this, but Morgana and Mordred as the Delancey siblings)

Merlin immediately befriends Lance, wanting to team up with them since Gwen is younger, and younger sells more papes

But then Uther jacks up the price of the papes (please imagine Uther getting a haircut and shave while singing “The Bottom Line”) 

He decides the price will be raised the next morning

Going back to the streets of Camelot, Agravaine as Snyder enters stage right

Merlin runs, bringing Lance and Gwen with him

They take refuge in a nearby theater-- Merlin knows the owner

Gaius as Medda Larkin and hear me out

He’s the parental kind of figure who supports the newsies and gives them any help they need

Also I just want to imagine Gaius as a stage performer

They hide out from Snyder and watch the show, and that’s when Merlin spots a very attractive blonde reporter

He finds out his name is Arthur and Tries Very Hard to flirt

Instead of sketching a picture like Jack does in the show, Merlin uses magic to impress Arthur

And though he’ll never admit it, Arthur’s in awe

The next morning, Merlin and the rest of the newsies (Gwaine as Race, Elyan as Specs, Leon as Elmer) find that the price of papes has been jacked up to 60 cents per hundred

And Merlin, with the help of Lance, forms a union and decides to strike

Arthur sees them and wants to write about the strike

Also just imagine Arthur singing Watch What Happens

The next day, Arthur continues to write and hangs out with the newsies as they try to recruit more people into joining their strike

MERLIN AND THE GANG SINGING SEIZE THE DAY ok that’s all

They’ve started to gain more support, but then the police show up, taking Daegal to the Refuge

Merlin runs back to his rooftop, belting out “Druid Camp”

And then intermission

Still frustrated about Crutchie and the strike, Merlin is nowhere to be seen as the rest of the gang sings King of Camelot when they see that they’ve made front page news (above the fold)

(Tiny! Gwen singing “an indoor toilet?” yes please)

Meanwhile, Daegal writes to Merlin from the Refuge (it’s very heartfelt. lots of emotions)

Shortly after, Lance, Gwen, and Arthur finally find Merlin hiding out in Gaius’s theater, who is working special effects for the theater with his magic

They all convince him to come back to the strike (Lance singing “poor guy’s head is spinning-”)

Anyways, Merlin shows up to Uther’s, wanting to talk about the strike

Except Arthur and Agravaine are there too, and Agravaine is still looking for Merlin

It’s revealed that Arthur is actually Uther’s son who wants to write, but for his father’s paper

Meanwhile, the Ealdor newsies show up, led by Percival as Spot Conlon

At a rally at Gaius’s theater, Merlin suggests they call off the strike, claiming that it’s too dangerous

Accepting Uther’s bribe, Merlin runs off, leaving all the other newsies in shock

Arthur chases Merlin back to his rooftop, only to find Merlin performing small spells

They get into an argument-- Arthur wants to know that Merlin didn’t cave for the money, and Merlin is mad because Arthur never told Merlin who he really was

But then Arthur kisses Merlin (I need them singing “Something to Believe In” oh my gosh)

They come to a solution: Arthur can call for a bigger strike in an article, reaching all working children and they start to plan

With the other newsies, Arthur and Merlin print their own paper and distribute it to working kids across the kingdom (*dramatic key change*)

Merlin goes to Uther the next day, wanting to see his reaction

They settle on a compromise, and the strike is over

Daegal returns from the Refuge and Agravaine is arrested

Merlin wants to leave for the Druid Camp, but he realizes that Camelot has his family and Arthur

And they all stay in Camelot, living happily together, carrying the banner

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Views || Chapter 6

Dedications: @lilith-blackrose Hey, Love. I've written another long chapter to fit Episode 3, so please find some popcorn! ;) ==============================================

2023

James “Bucky” Barnes

“Dr. Nagel?” Sam questioned Dr. Wilfred Nagel as he lurked towards him, holding this firearm ahead.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Nagel answered Sam without turning around or leaving his workstation behind.

“We know that you created the Super Soldier Serum.” Sam continued, still pointing his firearm ahead of Nagel here.

Both Zemo and I perched ourselves in different corners of Nagel’s boxed lab. Outside, this entire shipping yard of large containers lurked beyond another bridge here in Madripoor.

“Get out of my lab.” Nagel asserted. Yet, as soon as he turned around, I’d clearly given him a reason to pause.

“Hey,” Sam had already warned Nagel about me too late at this point. “You know who he is, right?”

“Shit!” Nagel whispered to himself.

“This is Baron Zemo. I know that you’ve heard of him too, right?” Sam kept Nagel at gunpoint as he “introduced” Zemo nearby.

“Yes.” Nagel curtly answered, still nervous of course.

“You seem like a pretty smart guy, so you better become conversational real quick.” Sam and Nagel had walked around so quickly at this point that Nagel backed himself against the nearest wall.

“How about a counter proposal? If you make me a better offer, then I’ll talk.” I stood nearby, still watching Nagel’s every move here.

“Don’t make this situation any more difficult.” I chimed in.

Once Nagel plopped into the nearest chair and wouldn’t give Sam more information, I stood close to that same seat and fired this warning shot near his chair. Yet, he wasn’t injured.

“Okay, okay.” Nagel settled his gusto and finally listened to us.

“What do you know?” I lowered my voice, keeping this stance with the firearm close to Nagel’s temple.

“I was brought into HYDRA's Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia. When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system.” Nagel finally explained his own trail to remake The Serum.

“Are you kidding me?” I mumbled, only facing Zemo and Sam, who both stood across this boxed laboratory.

“After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a God. I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do.” Nagel continued speaking, but irked me while his self-righteous viewpoint kicked off.

“Come on.” I gritted my teeth and rolled both eyes. More of my annoyance here would’ve usually made Sam chuckle if not for our mission alongside Zemo.

“My newest version of the Serum was going to be different. No clunky machines or jacked up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimized, and perfect.” Nagel ended his spiel.

“How have we never heard about this?” Sam glanced around, clearly worried about what Nagel had just said.

“Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. When I returned, it was five years later. The program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work.” Nagel kept this oddly smug expression on his face while addressing Sam.

“How many vials did you make?” Sam lowered his gun, but still questioned Nagel here.

“Twenty, but Karli Morgantheau stole those, so…” Nagel guessed that at least twenty doses of The Serum had been remade at this point. Yet, leader of the Flag Smashers, Karli Morgantheau, actually snatched up those particular vials.

“We came all the way here for nothing.” I whispered to Zemo.

“I could only imagine what The Power Broker has planned for that poor girl.” Nagel briefly sympathized with Karli in one way or another.

“Where's Karli now?” Sam eyed Nagel again.

“I don’t know where Karli is, but a couple days ago, she called me and asked if I could help someone named Donya Madani. Donya has tuberculosis, but that ailment would definitely be seen as typical with overpopulation in displacement camps like that.” Nagel revealed that Karli needed assistance with someone that she knew.

“Is there any Serum in this lab?” I gave another warning shot towards Nagel without handing over injury or death.

“No.” Nagel still trembled here, but answered quickly of course.

“Now what?” I faced Zemo and Sam again.

Just when I became fed up and we could reach another line of questioning with Nagel, muffled footsteps rushed ahead from out in the shipping yard.

“Guys, we’re seriously out of time here!” Sharon had barged right into this boxed lab and warned us of trouble.

Out of nowhere, Zemo unveiled his own firearm and shot Nagel square in the chest, which tumbled Nagel’s backwards seconds later.

“No!” Sam yelled out loud and I helped him hold Zemo back. Dr. Wilfred bled out, reaching death without earning a second chance.

“What did you do?” Sharon quivered at Zemo shock too while already facing Nagel’s dead body.

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“You’re going back to jail.” Sam warned Zemo as we walked up towards one side of that sleek but vintage convertible. I would’ve definitely driven that vehicle in the past.

“Do you want to find Karli or not?” Zemo acted smug at the wheel, all despite just prompting quite this large explosion and triggering his own escape away from us in the shipping yard.

“He's right. We need him. There’s only two of us and at least twenty Super Soldiers by now. Come on, Sam.” I climbed into that passenger seat before letting Sam deal with the back end for once.

“Fine, but you try that shit again...” Sam brought on another warning to Zemo and reached the back seat.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Zemo’s Sokovian accent fibbed one more promise. Sam and I weren’t stupid.

“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.” Sharon chimed back in, eyeing Sam while standing away from this car.

“Sharon, Come back to the States with us.” Sam offered another bit of kindness.

“I told you that I can’t. Just get that pardon that you promised me.” Sharon sighed, already telling Sam that returning wasn’t in the cards just yet.

“Thanks for everything.” Sam bid farewell to Sharon.

“Bye.” I acknowledged Sharon quietly before Sam interrupted.

“You’re not gonna move that seat up, are you?” Sam from his seat behind me right now.

“No.” Facing forward, I gave one deadpan tone with my response to Sam. Seconds later, Zemo rolled this convertible out of the shipping yard.

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“Donya Madani.” After we all returned to Zemo’s jet, Sam called Lieutenant Joaquin Torres for help on finding the person that Karli Morgantheau knew.

“Okay, I’m on it.” Torres answered on the other line, sounding loud enough for me to hear at this point.

“Thanks, Torres. Okay. Call me if you get a hit.” Sam seemed grateful for the assistance as usual.

“Will do.” Torress answered back.

“You okay?” I asked. After ended this call, Sam perched right back down onto the leather seat of his choice.

“Yeah, but I’m just thinking about all the shit that Sharon had to go through. Nagel even mentioned the “American Test Subject” like Isaiah wasn't even a real person, man.” Sam recounted our problems in frustration, eyeing one ceiling while this jet continued moving in the night sky.

“I’m sorry.” I could only whisper back.

“How many more people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal?” Despite my own viewpoint, Sam offered this extremely reasonable question on the shield.

“Well, it depends on who you ask. That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives.” I defended both Steve and honor behind the shield. As usual.

“Yeah. I get that, all right? Maybe I made a mistake by putting the shield into that museum. Maybe I should’ve destroyed it.” Sam lowered his voice, showing something that our friends didn’t hear unless he wanted to rally people i

“Look, Sam. That shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me. The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain't gonna be Walker. Before you go off and just destroy it, I'm gonna take it from John myself.” I defended that shield all over again, still trying to make my case for Sam.

“Yeah? Okay. Good work, Torres.” Sam’s phone buzzed as if on cue, leading to him to speak with Torres again. All the same, Sam hung up quickly afterwards.

“What’s going on?” I narrowed my eyes towards Sam. Even Zemo joined us again and set down plates for all of us to eat dinner together here on the jet.

“Torres just found out that Madani’s dead. Donya passed away in Riga, which is a city near the Baltic Sea.” Sam described his update to us while Zemo leaned back in his own seat here on the jet.

“I have a place that we can go.” When Zemo lifted his finger to chime in and give us somewhere to stay.

“Of course you do.” I rolled my eyes towards Zemo. At the same time, I was hoping to somehow ease the tension, especially considering my earlier talk with Sam.

“Zemo did mention having Baron in his title, Bucky.” Sam joined, shaking his head and finally chuckled for the first time since we ended another chaotic day for this mission.

“Zemo, if this is what having your title looks like, then Christ.” I lowered both eyes, turning away from Zemo and Sam for once.

After taking out my phone, I scrolled through nonsense without using Wi-Fi on this jet, but noticed that two missed calls lit up the screen.

Neither one of those two pings came from Janelle or even Dr. Raynor.

“Sam?” I called for Sam’s attention, hoping to figure out what the hell was going on here. I’d rarely contacted random numbers, let alone used this device at all.

“Yeah, Buck?” Sam walked over before leaning over my shoulder, ignoring Zemo and already noticing my so-called debacle with this phone.

“I need a favor.” I sat up in my seat, letting Sam view the missed calls more clearly. These strangers didn’t even leave voicemails behind.

“Sure. Let me write these numbers down first and then we’ll figure this shit out once we get to Riga. Since Torres might be bogged down with our mission, I could pull some strings of my own.” Sam promised, already making calls on his end of the jet here.

“What is the issue, James?” Zemo quietly asked.

“I’ve got two missed calls logged on my phone, but Sam and I are trying to figure out who the numbers belong to. For all we know, Karli might have goons following us or something.”

“I hope you find what you are looking for despite our mission.” Zemo offered that raspy Sokovian accent once more.

“Thanks, I guess.” I mumbled without facing him.

Did Zemo just wish me luck here? My thoughts realized.

Another day, another headache.

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“I heard what became of Sokovia. My country was cannibalized by its neighbors before parts of remaining land were cleared of rubble. In turn, my people were simply erased from the map.” That next day, after we entered the GRC settlement camp in Riga, Zemo explained more backstory on the aftermath of his destroyed home.

“Grieving about your lost nation will never justify killing even more innocent people.” Sam narrowed his eyes and offered logic and frustration right back to Zemo. I completely understood.

“By now, it is clear to me that none of you visited the memorial, but why would care at all?” Zemo glanced between me and Sam, but gestured towards one residence nearby.

“I’m sorry, but your actions still don’t justify that kind of madness, Zemo.” Sam uttered quietly before we finally reached the front of Zemo’s place.

“We are here.” Zemo ignored Sam, “introducing us” to the building this time.

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“You have eight hours left, White Wolf. Then we will come for him.” While standing across from me in this cobblestone alleyway, Ayo warned me that readied members of the Dora Milaje would arrive to pick up Zemo much sooner than later.

Before I could also say my peace back, she disappeared as quickly as showing up. To me, it was as if we never even had the conversation after I picked up those EMP beads.

Just when I planned to enter Zemo’s safehouse, my cell phone buzzed in one back pocket of these pants.

Another random number lit up on the screen.

“Hello?” I narrowed my eyes while answering this call.

“Hi, Bucky.” One woman’s voice responded to me on the other line, but I didn’t hear Ayo’s Wakandan accent.

At that very moment, my eyes almost popped out of socket with realization.

Erica Davis was out of prison.