#so happy for you if gut instincts work for you and it wouldn't end in your house being set on fire and constantly living in fear

[kittykatkatelol]

"Remember to trust your gut instincts!1!!1 It could save your life!!11!"

girl(/gender neutral) if I listened to my gut instincts , the police would be called nearly every day , I'd owe thousands to them for calling for false shit , I'd burn the house down (multiple times) , and kill myself (also multiple times)

why ? because I'm a paranoid anxious bitch who constantly is thinking someone is in the house going to kill me , that the neighbors are going to break in and kill me and my family , that there is a stranger living in my attic waiting to kill me

do you get the picture yet ??

so no , I'm not going to trust my gut because if I did fuck knows I'd lose whatever is left of my mind 😭

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 01.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there.

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: wanted to write for him when i was drawing him last night. the drawing turned to shit so i hope the fic doesn't. I've just recently started reading the comics so if he goes a bit ooc i apologise. happy reading.

wc: 3k

dividers by @cafekitsune

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"god fucking dammit!"

you pick up your phone from the pavement, which by the way, was wet with puddles. so now your phone might not just have a cracked screen but also stops working for good. your brows furrow in concern as you scrutinize the rather horrible crack in the screen making you groan quietly in frustration.

"why now— ugh-" your attempts in starting the phone become rapid and restless before you shove it in your bag with a sigh.

the week had been a rollercoaster, to say the least. freelancing, internship and part time only pays so much, it was getting harder and harder to make ends meet. you were thankful that your father and step mother had moved out and given you the apartment to yourself, though you still had to pay mortgage.

living in gotham is already tough enough, with criminals and vigilantes crawling left and right. your father had begged you to move elsewhere but you really could not afford that. Alyssa, the step mother, had been pestering your dad to move out of gotham. and so they did, bought a good house on the countryside. you were happy for them, even though you didn't exactly like alyssa, you wouldn't want them to say in gotham.

your dad had offered to help you out, in paying bills and mortgage until you found a decent job that wouldn't make you die from stress. but he was old enough, you wanted him to relax now. live a little.

and you did land a job, not exactly decent in this economy but its enough. you were still scrambling with almost no savings but its okay.

only it doesn't feel so okay right now. adjusting to a new workplace is harder than you thought and its a long distance from your apartment. and its way too dark for a single women in gotham to be walking back home because you trust the metro far less.

there are people still there, of course, but its as if by each passing minute that dread in your stomach increases, as if any one of them might whip out some guns or gut someone with a knife. while you loved the moody clouds, it always made gotham too grim. an extra layer of sinister doom.

you increased your pace, your apartment was still a fifteen minutes walk and it wasn't exactly in a secure neighborhood. not like any neighborhood is secure in gotham. well maybe except those one percent of rich elites , like the wayne who lives in his pretty castle. okay you were a teensy bit petty against rich.

your hands were tightly clutched around your bag on instinct while your eyes were alert as they continously scanned the neighborhood, and you notice a few walking exactly like you. scared. hurried.

"almost there almost there—"

"– wait please help!— wait WAIT GOD PLEASE—"

your feet came to an abrupt stop, grimacing as you didn't dare turn your head to look into that dark alley. of course it had to happen in front of you.

of course you were no selfish, heartless bastard. but you were no vigilante either and you've seen enough news to know that its often the helpers who end up dead with a bullet through their head.

your mother was one of them.

"— please don't‐" RIPPP! "— please no!"

you winced at the scream, the unmistakable sound of clothes ripping had your head taking a sharp turn towards that darkened alley.

whatever. if you die you die.

you took a long shaky breath before hurriedly following that sound and despite the lack of light, you could clearly make out the rather disgusting man holding a pistol over the women's head. her sleeve was torn and you guessed he was manhandling her roughly, assumption true from the way he was gripping her arm.

but the man didn't notice, neither the women. it was understandable for her not to but the man should have, you weren't exactly in his blind spot or even quiet in your steps. but you took that as a blessing as you slowly inched forward, slowly yet steadily.

one thing you were the most grateful to your dad was that he put you in self defense classes since a kid. after your mom's death, he had made it absolutely sure that if, god forbid, you ever found yourself in such a situation, you'd at least have a fair chance of escaping. you believed every damn kid in gotham should know it, but sadly, its a privilege not many can afford.

taking a deep breath you spring into action, not giving your brain a moment to freak out.

your hand tackled his hand with the gun and shoved it upwards, muzzle up, before slamming the side of your palm on his throat. he choked, his eyes widening in surprise as he stumbled back and in that moment you could see his eyes were red and crazed. the fucking asshole was high. not good. not good at all.

even in that pain he pulled the fucking trigger, making your ears ring out. the girl screamed as she fell to the ground, cowering and sobbing as she covered her ears. if you weren't already high on adrenaline you would have done the same— shit maybe your heart did stop for a second.

you land a harsh kick straight to his groin before disarming him, snatching the gun and throwing it far. the man groaned loudly, holding his now broken jewels as he dropped to the ground. so for good measures, you swivel and land a roundhouse kick on his head.

....

for a second its just dead silence as you stand, huffing and puffing as you look down at the man before your eyes dart to the girl, who has quieted down a bit. she was looking at the body with the same expression as you, scared and apprehensive.

...did i kill him? why isn't he moving? please tell me he's just knocked out oh god oh god—

before you could take a shaky step forward, a huge body landed right beside you out of nowhere making you and the girl both shriek like a pterodactyl.

"— shit my ears! hey— calm down." you removed your hands that had wrapped around your head as you peaked through, finally registering the rather robotic voice.

red helmet. leather. 6 foot pure muscle and strength.

"oh thank fuck its you." you whispered as you dropped to your knees, your palm rubbing your face as you sighed in relief. red hood, a vigilante. you're safe. man's late but— shit you're safe. thats all that fucking matters.

the vigilante though, looked between you, the knocked out man and the other women, not really sure what to do. he had seen enough to see how fast you handled the mugger. the sound of a scream pulled his attention quickly in time to see you literally kicking his ass. not many people can handle themselves that good in situations like this. you were fast, quick and calm—

"oh my god oh my god is he dead?! did i kick his neck— did i break it— oh my god oh my god–" you cried out in pure panic as you literally poke the man, as if that would get it to suddenly get up like undertaker.

okay so maybe not calm.

"—look i didn't kill him okay?! i just— why are you so late?!" you rambled on, looking at him as if he's the mugger.

he had a pretty shitty day, this might have annoyed him but instead his lips tugged up in an amused smile, his hands resting on his hip as he simply stared at you for a moment.

"what if something happened?! to me or—" your eyes widened even more as if you just remembered about the girl. unlike you, the girl had calmed down a bit, sniffling as she was picking up her scattered things from the ground.

"oh god are you okay?" you scrambled up to your feet, your legs felt like jelly just like the mess in your head and you almost fell down, if not for his hand steadily holding your arm to stabilise you. his hand felt huge on your arm, you thought the hands that must be calloused from fighting and delivering judgement to criminals might have a harsh grip but it was gentle, careful even.

you flinched upon contact and averted your eyes from that tin helmet, as if those glowing slits were really his eyes. he let go of your arm as you walked to the other girl, brows furrowed in concern despite your panic.

"are you okay? d-did he hurt you?" you asked the girl frantically but she shook her head, smiling gratefully.

"no. thank you so much— for saving me. really—" she took a shaky breath as she held your hand, "i don't know what would have happened to me if you didn't come."

she held on for her own support but it calm the storm inside you too. you smiled back and nodded, "im just glad you're okay." you bit back the guilt that was forming in your heart, you had almost walked away.

the girl thanked you again before walking away hurriedly, shooting an apprehensive glance towards red hood. who wouldn't be intimidated by that?

your eyes stared at the wall for a couple of moments before you sighed, your eyes blinking slowly as your mind processed everything.

"you... were good. you handled that perfectly." the vigilante spoke after an awkward moment of just standing there. he knew first hand how terrifying the streets of gotham are, and how even more terrifying it is to fight back as a mere citizen.

"yeah well thank the adrenalin rush." you retorted as you turned back, and suddenly you were much aware of your surroundings. of him, to be exact. your eyes almost travelled down, checking him out but you averted it to the body lying down, pretending to look at him.

seriously you almost got shot and now you're ogling? is this the red hood effect?

"i get that." he chuckled before crouching down, pressing his fingers against his pulse and registering its there. "and to answer your previous question, yes he's alive. no you didn't kill him."

despite that modulated voice you could hear the amusement in his voice, and for some reason it got on your nerves. the fear and shock was now taking a backseat as your eyes narrowed at him slightly.

"also, apologies for not making it in time. forgot my teleportation powers back home." now that definitely sarcasm. you bet he's— whoever he is— is smirking behind that damn helmet.

you scowled at him, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "not accepted. you know i almost got shot?" you scoffed out, no of course you knew he can't be everywhere at all times. vigilantes are humans too but that sarcasm is itching your nerves.

"that body could have been mine."

"i would have made it till then."

you scoffed out a laugh as you rolled your eyes, irked at how sure he sounds, "yeah right. you came a whole minute later after that asshole's ass hit the floor."

you were panicking not a minute ago and now you're sassing him? his lips pulled into a full on grin as he stood up, not missing how you pause and jump back like a cat.

"a second." he corrected.

"like it matters."

"it does."

you released a breath in annoyance before pulling on your bag, you didn't need to do that but you really didn't know what the fuck to do with your hands. "point is, you were late."

"i slowed deliberately because you had it in control." he smoothly countered making your eyes narrowed, you were beginning to distort the rather handsome image of him in your mind to a rotten tomato.

"oh? and what if i didn't?"

"he would be on the ground faster than it took him to pull the trigger."

"are you showing off?"

"hey you asked!"

jason wasn't exactly the most social person, all snark and bite both in the suit and off. yet the few people who genuinly catch his eye, bold enough to challenge him despite the intimidating physique he has— who does pique his interest a bit, he lessens the blows.

and this person right here, had his interest. he didn't even know you, yet there was something about you— maybe the way you slammed your hand on his throat perfectly to choke him— or the way you pull your shit together enough to sass him back.

he'll forget about you in a day or two eventually but he's damn sure you'd hold a place in his memories.

"whatever." you muttered as you looked at the body before shaking your head. its done, in past. you whip out your phone to see the time before remembering it doesn't work anymore. with a curse you shove it back in your pocket.

"i uh— i suppose we just leave that there?" you asked awkwardly as you pointed at it and he almost laughed how cute you looked eyeing the man like he's some horrid smelling garbage.

"don't worry. you should go home." he said as he tipped his head to point out of the alley.

"yeah... yeah— i should." you said quietly as you shoved your hands in your jacket before slowly beginning to walk away. "please don't tell the police i did that. i don't want cops on my door for some shitty routine investigation." you requested, and he had to suppress a snort.

"i promise." he said sarcastically as he crossed his fingers and you nodded, not having the energy to retort a reply. the adrenaline was wearing off.

he noticed the sudden weariness and as if he suddenly remembered the dangers surrounding a women in gotham, he stepped forward.

"hey— you heading home?" he questioned and it came out awfully soft that even his modulated voice couldn't hide.

you paused as you turned back slightly, "uh yeah— its a ten minute walk from here."

"should i walk you home?" why the hell would he say that now?

that warmed your heart, a quiet chuckle spilling out of you. you were bickering like little kids just now but seeing his concern for you made you remember what he is. a vigilante. someone who protects and cares for the people.

"wouldn't people stare if they see a normal women walking around with the red hood?" you asked pointedly, slightly amused by the way his head tilted as if he just realised it. it was tough gauging his expressions due to the helmet but somehow you could guess it right.

he felt like an amateur for suggesting that. seriously what the fuck? "shit— i mean I'll keep an eye till you get home." he corrected, his voice taking a rather grumpy turn now that he sees you taking joy at his stupid mistake.

"isn't that what stalkers do?"

he scoffed, almost smiling at her audacity. but she had a point, he can't even deny. "i doubt I'd even remember your address. saving the city and all." he waves his hand around sarcastically, resting a hand on his hip.

"right, of course." you hummed before waving at him as you begin walking away. "thank you— for uh- protecting me!" you called out as you smiled and walked out the alley.

you had speed walked home, since the moment you left his presence paranoia had almost crippled you. you breathed in relief after you stepped in your apartment, switching on the lights and plopping down on the sofa.

another secret to hide from dad, of course he can't know. he'll drop everything and come back.

you removed your palm from your face as you looked out your balcony, your mind wandering to the vigilante who didn't save you exactly but saved you emotionally from spiralling. right person at the right time.

your cheeks heated up as you remembered him, he was easy on the eyes for sure. even more without the helmet but that mystery would stay a mystery for you. you were a bit giddy from meeting a vigilante— that too red hood. you would have probably danced the fuck out if you weren't so shaken up.

you wonder how he kept an eye on you though, and to seek answers you stood up, walking to the balcony.

jason stood there as he stared at your apartment from the rooftop of the opposite building, a clear view of your apartment from your balcony, something settling in his chest. he shouldn't have stayed for so long, much less stare at you for so long. shit its starting to get creepy. but more than that, what weirds him out is what pull he's feeling in his chest. his mind replays the image of your face, the slant of your nose, the flutter of your lashes, the curve of your lips— how your brows furrowed as you scolded him, how your lips looked extra sweet when smiling.

a short encounter, entertaining at its best yet its sticking to him like a leech.

just as you step out into your balcony he disappears. its nothing he convinces himself, give it a day or two and you'll simply be a distant memory. a blip, insignificant. sure you were cute and dangerously hot when fighting but that was it.

just a really pretty thing.

nothing more.

he's pretty sure he won't even see you again.

.....

won't see you again his ass— what the fuck?

he thinks as he stares at you, standing in the line for a coffee while you scramble in your bag to find your purse, embarrassed because your card declined.

it seems like fate is doing some nasty work pulling him to you.

and with the way his heart is racing, he knows he can't pull away.

reblogs are appreciated :D

[echantedtoon]

Okay I have a request—

Can I request for the part two of ex hubby koku x reader x sanemi part 2?

Sure!! Pic from Pinterest

-You might think that after the surprise of Michikatsu showing up at your work to try and talk to you was the end of it think again because he still loves you and he deeply regrets his actions. He was trying to protect you with the divorce but only ended up hurting you. He do desperately want to fix what he messed up. But there's one problem and his name starts with an S.

-Sanemi. Was. PISSED. Not at you. Oh no but at that stupid ex husband of yours. He wanted to go fight him but he knew it was stupid so instead he made sure to keep an eye on you. As your boyfriend, he dedicated himself to helping you get your mind off him. Bringing you flowers and assuring you that it wasn't your fault that your ex was a jerk.

-Unfortunately he had a gut feeling that Michikatsu wasn't about to give up on you easily and his instincts were right. You ended up getting a call from an unknown number and when you picked up found Michikatsu on the other side of the line. "Michikatsu?!" "Y/n...can we please talk?" Unbeknownst to you he had gotten your number from Nakime since she was your boss. "No! I blocked you for a reason! Lose my number and don't call me again!"

-You blocked his new number and calmed Sanemi down from wanting to go pummel your ex again. Eventually you convinced him that he he wouldn't do anything stupid again and settled him down however you were wrong about that.

-Every so often you'd get a call or text from a new number that would always be Michikatsu offering apologies, asking if they could talk, or other things to try and get a response. Sanemi is updated on everything making him further and further along to his tipping point. You block the number every time but he always seems to call again no matter what you do. Ignoring and telling him no did nothing. You considered not telling Sanemi anymore but you didn't want to lie to him. You considered just changing your number when you remembered something that might help.

-You decided to call up your ex brother-in-law and ex mother-in-law and ask them for help. Perhaps his family could get him off your back. Yoriichi and Akeno were surprised to get a call from you after all this time but were even more surprised to hear what Michikatsu was doing. Yoriichi apologized on his behalf while their mother promised she'd have a talk with him about this before it escalated any further. You had another call from Michikatsu but blocked it again but soon after stopped receiving anymore to your relief hopefully his family had talked sense into him.

-Meanwhile Sanemi was ever vigilant. Keeping an eye out but simultaneously showering you in love and affection having feelings bad about it. Though the peace of mind did not last for very long because on Valentine's Day guess what he found on your doorstep? A delivered bouquet of flowers from none other than your ex. Luckily you were out shopping to prepare Sanemi a romantic dinner so you didn't see it as Sanemi threw it away but something in him snapped. He. Had. Had. IT!!

-So when Michikatsu opened his door to knocking hours later he really wasn't expecting a fist to suddenly punch him square in the face sending him stumbling back onto the floor and quickly righting himself to stare at the EXTREMELY PISSED OFF smile splayed over Sanemi's face. "Happy Valentine's Day, you ugly bastard! Let me shower ya in appreciation for everything you've done." The sound of his fist smacked into his palm filled the air quickly after making Michikatsu narrow his eyes.

-Safe to say your romantic evening had to be put on hold when Sanemi came back home with a bloody nose, busted lip, and enough bruises to look like a human dalmatian. "SANEMI, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" "This is nothin'. Ya should see the other guy!" Meanwhile Michikatsu had to request a small medical leave from Muzan to see the doctor for some cracked ribs, two black eyes, and a possible broken nose.

-You've got two stubborn men vying for your attention and they're literally fighting over you now.

[theloganator101]

In a previous ask I made awhile back, I’d explained how Vaggie’s voice was just Vivziepop having Stephanie reusing Gina Cazador’s voice from Bojack Horseman, how Vaggie's voice should've been more like Gosalyn’s voice from DuckTales’ 2017, as well as how in my own rewrite of Vaggie, who I’d renamed to Violetta ‘Violey’ Torres, she's a Mexican American winner angel who lives a secret double life helping her girlfriend, Charlie, in their dream to bring back the Purgatory redemption system.

This is supposed to act as a follow up to that previous ask, as I want to say something that I forgot to mention in the previous one, particularly with how Violey would feel about her canon counterpart known as Vaggie.

To be honest, Violey wouldn't like her canon counterpart at all, especially with how she's been a massive hypocritical bitch who’d lied to Charlie about the fact that she was an exorcist who’d slaughtered thousands of her people for years.

The exorcist thing alone wouldn't sit well with Violey at all, especially considering that in my rewrite, as I've mentioned before, while she had been approached into joining the exorcists, she ended up passing them down due to a deep dark feeling in her gut telling her not to accept the offer, which she listened to. Remember folks, always pay attention to your intuition or instincts, as it might help you throughout life.

And not only that, but another thing that she dislikes about her canon self is the whole unhealthy codependency that she has on Charlie, and that especially includes the child coddling which Violey finds to be very disturbing.

Hell, even Violey's relationship with my rewrite of Charlie is much healthier than the relationship of their canon counterparts. This is because Violey is much more honest to Charlie, who knows that she's a winner angel. While with Charlie, she's a lot more mature and responsible, and not only that, but actually listens to Violey. And as a bonus, they actually know how to compromise.

Oh, and speaking of my version of Charlie, do not get me started on how she feels about her canon counterpart, as it's already hard enough working to bring back the Purgatory redemption system after it was wrongfully discarded for reasons unknown, it's even harder when the man-childish canon version of yourself is running around, claiming that she came up with the idea of redeeming sinners, even though Purgatory has been around for centuries.

(Also, if you happen to have any questions regarding my rewrite, my ask box is open, so feel free to ask and I'll be happy to answer them whenever I could get around to them)

Already your version of Charlie and Vaggie sounds like a VAST improvement from canon.

And Swap!Vox would be kind of the same way towards Canon!Vaggie since he takes her place in my story. He would NOT be sympathetic towards her for one bit, considering how she was going to KEEP lying and didn't even seem remorseful about it.

[kings-highway]

Hello, dear author! Just want to say, thanks for sharing your wonderful fics...Love them...!

Can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hmmmmmmm 🤔

I think there are a couple metrics I could use to make my favourites list, but I'll try to keep it relatively simple and actually answer the question. I think it can easily change, too, depending on whether you think like "what I like the best" versus "which ones make me happy" or "what was the most fun to write" but I'm gonna just go with gut instinct "favourite"

First of all, Honourable Mentions:

"This Is Not The End" - I can almost guarantee you that this will become my favourite story I've written. However, since it's still in progress, I can't say that yet. I still need to stick the landing before I can confirm it's gold star status, y'know?

the "Captain of Captains" series - while I no longer consider Bear Daichi and his exploits my best or favourite work, the support I received on those stories is so important to me and will keep it incredibly well ranked in my heart forever. That many people can't be wrong, right?

Now, ranking! Let's just do a top five...

5. Literally all my longer one shots are tied here... There's a certain "Class" of canon-compliantist one shots that I cannot decide between. Imperfect Facial Symmetry, the Magazine King, You Can't Play Volleyball in a Blizzard, Unforgivable Acts, Somebody Told Me, All for the Love of an Energetic Redhead, Doghouse, Daichi "Dearest", Suga Vs. The Sawamura Family Line, they all have a certain... Spice to them that I can't quite explain that sets them apart from some of my other stories, and some of the more tongue and cheek self referential humour ones, or the short form oneshots. I honestly wouldn't be able to pick. MAYBE let's go with Imperfect Facial Symmetry as my #5 just because I think it is the best written and handles its themes the best.

4. Astrophilia & Stardust - both count as one, as they really need to be read together. Astrophilia was 100% meant to be a stand alone No Comfort story, but the response I had from readers (several people threatening to write and give them the happy ending themselves) made me realize that their paramours back home would not have given up, ever. Stardust, then, to me, is filled with so much genuine heart of the boyfriends, who I so often force to sit and watch the captains suffer, finally taking control of the narrative and doing it themselves driven entirely by the people who demanded I get them home, and that means so much to me.

3. Paranormality - uhhhhhhh yeah Alien Daichi is cool as fuck, this is the QPR OiDai fic of my dreams, the dynamic between all the captains is incredible, Daichi's slow descent into an unhinged nervous wreck is delicious, the monsters, the mayhem, the Ushiten in this is some of my favourite, it has an assortment of OCs that were stupidly fun to write, Daichi's anarchist father being both a government sellout and deeply annoyed by his son's early desire to be a cop is probably one of my favourite headcanons and will probably come back. Rich Sawamura is awesome, Ryukyuan Daichi is actually one of my favourite things ever and I can guarantee you is true in all my other fics going forward unless stated otherwise. Lucky cat! It just has so many of my favourite headcanons and AU ideas all crammed into one and how could I not love it.

2. Danza Della Morte - not at all everyone elses, favourite, probably bc of the MCD tag, but oh my GOD do I love this story. Priest Daichi and his Musician Angel trying to survive 1349 in Venice, my Heart, my Heart. Asahi is a superb supporting cast member, the want between them is wonderful, and the historical subject matter is one of my absolute favourites so it was a joy to write. VASTLY underrated in my opinion.

1. Time Enough to Risk It All - this story has such a special place in my heart, namely because I adore how many people were baffled first by my choice to put Daichi in a Time Loop at all, and then mad at me for making them root for OiDai endgame 🤍 This story was directly inspired by a video essay by Jacob Geller entitled "Time Loop Nihilism," which I HIGHLY suggest you watch if you haven't already. I finished watching it, and essentially immediately opened a blank doc to get to work.

[brucewaynehater101]

There's this fic I read a long time ago while I was obsessed with tcf's fics, where OG!Cale's personality is suspiciously a lot friendly but it turns out that he actually died a while ago and Deruth trapped his soul in there or something. OG!Cale reaches out to Rok Soo, begging on his knees (HE CALLS OUT FOR RON!!), but then his body rebooted and he was back to his sus pleasant personality.

SO IT GOT ME THINKING. CRAVING. PLOTTING.

Wouldn't it be so nice if we used that manipulation technology that Bruce used on Jason? But combine it with some time-travel and Bruce uses it on Jason earlier before he debuts as Red Hood?

I want Tim, the person Jason was going to use as a lesson towards Bruce, to find Jason this way. He gets a few days of happiness, being with Jason. But fanon stalker instincts tell Tim that there is a whole lot that wasn't right with the past few days as well.

Although I also want some angst caused by Dick's denial, I think he would instantly believe Tim if he explained that Jason feels off. And that's why, I think Bruce never tells Dick about Jason coming back to life (like he never told Dick about when Jason died) conveniently also still off on some mission.

Tim, who had been (self appointedly) in charge of making Bruce's support group, makes the decision to crush it. By solely starting with Alfred.

He needs verbal confirmation on whether the old man is truly on his side or not.

So he tells him.

And Alfred, sweet old Alfred. The one who gave Tim the Robin suit in the first place. The one who enabled not only Bruce's bad habits but also Tim's own. The one who is either on Bruce's side or none at all.

Alfred weeps. And admits that he's known all this time.

And that's what's horrible.

"Jason admired you," Tim would tell him. "He loved you and followed your advice to heart.

"And you just. Let it all happen? He's probably waiting for you to notice! Because other than Bruce, you're the second person who's been there for him the whole time he stayed here!"

Tim looks at him in disgust.

"How could you?"

Without waiting for a reply, he leaves.

He takes Jason with him.

And then, he goes for the second person part of Bruce's support group who can very much ruin Bruce's life just as easily.

He takes Jason to Babs.

Oof! Time travel angst with the brain altering would be fantastic. Though, is Bruce the one who time travels, then? He, after already deciding to do that to Jason once, goes back in time and writes off the kid (especially if this is before Red Hood debuted and thus Jason would be max 18 years old). No talking to Jason, no effort, just Bruce going to the extreme.

Damn. Let's just keep building this fuckery up, shall we?

So, the symbolism of Tim taking Babs' support from Bruce away is fantastic. Before Tim got involved, Bruce was practically by himself. Babs had her own independence away from Bruce as Oracle and Dick was still fighting with Bruce (for good reasons).

After Tim finds out that Bruce did such fucked up shit? He pulls that man's support from him so fast. Also, Tim, who made his entire Robin career based on needing to pull Bruce from becoming a monster, does he end up feeling like a failure? Does he blame himself? Does he still tediously try to stop and fix Bruce?

Since it's probably before his 16th birthday, I think he wouldn't have the understanding of how cruel Bruce can be. This reveal is such a shock and hurts way more because Tim never thought Bruce could pull that shit against his children.

Despite his complicated feelings, Tim works to reverse the shit Bruce did to Jason's head.

This leads to Jason reverting back to his previous mental state. The man is traumatized by what Bruce did and begrudgingly thankful for Tim's assistant, but he still hates Tim's guts. He despises him.

After the days, weeks, whatever it took for them to reverse it, this is not the reaction Tim was expecting. Jason had been constantly scared, but he was also kind and affectionate to Tim. Seeing Jason become better yet hateful of Tim, especially after Tim had betrayed his mentor to do it? Damn.

Extra angst to be added on would be Bruce, after he realizes that Tim had betrayed him, goes to pick up Damian early. He needs a Robin, afterall, and he can't trust Tim.

This would make Damian max 8 at this age and thus the youngest Robin to hit the streets (I think) (Bruce is a horrible person in this AU, ig. Fuck that guy).

[williaml0ver]

—♡ Confessions to make: a Kevin Ayuso Valentine's Day Special ☆ <3

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[💌] warnings: male reader, a little sad/angsty? but ends up very fluffy trust me, my first ever proof read work where is my five minute long standing ovation

[💌] this is my first ever regular fic instead headcanons and my first time writing for a male reader AND my longest work up to date and i am so excited to finally share it!!!! My apologies if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first language. Happy valentines' day guys 💃

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You're down bad.

Quickly following your entry to the infamous Manor you had a strong feeling in your guts that your life's about to change for good. I mean, who's life wouldn't change after residing in a big mansion after being invited to live there by some sketchy letter? Who's life wouldn't change after having to play a dangerous game of survival along several other odd, strange people? All that, yet never in your life would you think that those terrifying things would be the least of your worries - as the centre of your worries, fears and delusions was now a peculiar cowboy.

Kevin Ayuso.

That man is about to cause a great commotion in your life.

Opposites attract, they say. You two were absolute opposites. The north pole and the south pole. Two sides of the coin. He was tall, overly brave, outspoken, and, most of all, flirty. Very independent, however clingy. Meanwhile, you were the timid kind. A rather silent person. Looks like destiny was being very cruel towards you - making you much fond of the handsome, lively man. Of course, your instincts quickly came to a conclusion to bottle up your feelings, shove them inside you, thinking it's just a small, temporary attraction.

The plan was simple, right? To gush secretly over "your" Kevin for some time, until later the affection is gone with the wind. But easier said than done. He was absolutely everywhere both in reality and as a metaphore. Him being continuously in your mind, your dreams, but he wall all over the Manor in the real world as well. You just can't bring yourself to not notice him. Sure, because of his cheesy flirting nature he was often made fun of, but still, he is very respected by everyone. Everyone trusts him a lot during the matches, you could always depend on him. You weren't unpopular around other survivors, in fact, a lot of them appreciated you - you'd always listen to their rants and stories - on top of that, you also felt somehow confident in kiting during your games. It wasn't a rare sight to see the hunters simply giving up after chasing you for so long. Your company was very appreciated. You never expected anything in return, you just desired to make others feel better. Little did you know, all those people that you'd spend hours listening to them venting to you, would play a huge role in helping you overcome your biggest fear and dream. You confessing to the Kevin.

You believed you were extremely discreet about all that. It would be so embarrassing if anyone found out! You couldn't be more wrong... when one of the survivors asked you about him post match, you felt like combusting.

At first, you felt shocked. What?! You thought your not so little anymore crush wasn't noticeable. You never confronted any of your new friends about it. You barely even talk about yourself! How would they even know? ...what you did not consider is that they could easily tell how different you acted near him - the gentle blush on your cheeks, shaking legs, your voice more silent than usual. Now when you think of it, it is very true. You always admired him from afar, how he's so much taller than you. You secretly wished for a hunter to start chasing you, just so Kevin would come to the rescue. Whenever he'd carry you to safety, you felt like literally ascending. It was not rare for you to mess up a cipher because your eyes were on him. It truly was THAT obvious.

THAT obvious, but he himself never noticed the pair of eyes on him. Of course, he was busy with trying to flirt with the ladies. You knew that. One of the reasons why you never even considered confessing is obviously because of his ladies man nature. You just didn't stand a chance against all those pretty girls, it did make you feel insecure. All those roses he gave them, the random pick up lines, you didn't know if they made you feel more sad or envious. Despite that, Kevin indeed had nothing against you. He recognizes you as a good kiter, and has heard that you're a great listener to the point that several survivors confide in you. You weren't ignored, on the contrary, you two would actually do some small talk here and there. But that was it. He thought of you just as a normal person. Of course he did. You weren't that special. You knew that if you don't be the one to make the first step nothing really will happen, yet you are firmly unsure. Sure - if you gained some courage eventually the lingering thoughts terrorizing your brain would end - but would you be able to bear the possible feeling of rejection? You felt actually miserable because of this tough decision.

After much consideration, you decided to begin your plan starting with small moves. When Kevin's done with his match you quickly come to him, asking if everything is in order, then, you'd take your time patching up his bruises and wounds. The realization of being close to him felt amazing, and on top of that it made the cowboy be grateful a lot, resulting in him dashing as fast as he can when you get chaired in future matches. Those post match visits became very frequent. Other than that you also stared a lot. A LOT. You go to the nearest corner and just glare coldly at him. You're just so nervous about it all. You don't necessarily realize that slowly your crush becomes even more obvious, just when everyone thought this was impossible. They knew you are trying but just couldn't bring yourself to make a confident move, therefore, they decided help their friend. After all, you've done so much to make people in the manor feel cared for, understood and comforted - it was only fair to help you back in return.

The next day, you wake up to one of the butlers knocking on your door. Once opened, he explains that you're expected to go to the dining room part of the manor. You felt puzzled. Yes, you often were asked by others to support them mentally, but this time it was something diffrent. The butler didn't say anything else. You felt overly curious, maybe a little stressed as well. Finally, you get dressed and leave the dorm, braced for whatever is to come. To your surprise, the group who demanded your arrival was quite large. You see Emil, Ada, Emma, William, Memory and Lily nibbling their meals. If you felt puzzled when the buttler came to you, now you feel like you were a chicken and a truck was about to ran you over. Did they ALL need help from you? Couldn't they ask Ada? And what even is Ada doing here? She wants to vent too? With Emil? Did she bring him for emotional support? You decided to break the silence and ask what exactly is going on. You expect something actually reasonable, but once the answer lands you feel like not ran over by one truck, but by three.

They all came together to help you confess to Kevin.

You felt stunned. Yes, that is indeed a kind gesture! But just the thought of confessing made your temperature rise up. How were you supposed to do that? You felt like burning up and they knew. Through the whole conversation you acted absolutely paranoid, looking everywhere just to make sure HE isn't here. You spoke as silently as you could. It felt awkward here near everyone. The point of the meeting was to come up with a proper solution on how you should admit your love to the cowboy, a conversation in which you didn't take much part in. While you were staring at the ceiling, calculating who would survive if the chandelier randomly fell, they were in the middle of a huge brainstorm. Hmmm... there is just so much options, but which one would be the most suitable? Flowers, a necklace, words of affirmation and a cute place! ... I'm sure Kevin would appreciate something small - says Emma. BORINGGGGGGG - William would reply - a honest confession while being chaired would be the best! The dining room was now full of chaos. Was anyone even listening to each other? Truth is, you've already came up with your own idea. And who were you to not trust your intuition?

You've suddenly stood up from the chair and explained your motives. It was very kind from other residents that they wanted to help you so much, however you came to a conclusion that despite good intentions they won't help much. You stated that you'll do it on your own. Everyone was shocked, silence filled the room until loud cheering could suddenly be heard. Those people really hyped you up because you felt like you can actually do it. The only favour you asked for is for someone to notify Kevin that his presence is expected and Emma to give you a simple flower and leave the garden area of the manor just for you. You wanted to do it today because you knew that you won't be able to sleep at night with those endless thoughts filling your brain.

And so, the times was slowly coming. It was already getting a little dark. You were currently sitting on your bed, feeling like exploding. Your stomach hurt a lot. You had your elegant clothes on, and a small rose from Emma in your palm. Now or never. You took a deep breath and started approaching the garden area. You've quickly noticed the familiar silhouettes staring at you proudly.

"Go go go go go!!!" the Cheerleader yelled.

"If he's a dick towards you I WON'T hesitate to throw hands!!" the Forward said out loud.

You've entered the garden and sat on one of the benches, awaiting your special guest. You'd lie if you'd say you weren't stressed like crazy. You've found yourself in a big turmoil of emotions - you feel excited, anxious, bold and shy at the same time. Will he feel the same? To be honest, you don't feel like that. He just doesn't seem like the type to be into guys, and if he was, he'd probably only have a thing for the adventurous ones. Minutes passed and your self doubt became even stronger, you felt absolutely terrible. Your heart was beating faster than ever from the fear. You felt like on the edge of a meltdown. You decided that this is too much, while you appreciated everyone's will to help, but deep inside you're feeling like it's just a waste of time, none of this is going to work out! With tears slowly forming in your eyes, you head back to the exit, but... before touching the handle, the doors were opened by someone from the other side.

Of course by no one other than Kevin.

When the cowboy was told that someone is waiting for him, he immediately went there, curious about why is he suddenly so needed by someone. You stare awkwardly at him thinking it's all over, you felt humiliated. Kevin didn't exactly pick up on what's happening at first. He thought that since you often helped patch him up maybe you've grew closer to him and vent a little to him. You support others so much and now you are the one in need. If it was someone else Kevin would probably act like nothing is happening to not embarrass the person, but when it came to you, he felt sorry for you. He ordered you to sit on the bench you were previously sitting on. You sat on the left part making yourself as small as possible, meanwhile he sat on the other side, but despite that he is now basically occupying more than a half of it. You always loved how straightforward he was. How kind he was towards people in need how... how... hold on, he is asking something! Just like always, the handsome man made you forget about your worries, and well, the other things too.

Now you knew that this moment is the actual now or never. This conversation can change your life. While avoiding his gaze you stare at the window and suddenly see... Lily and William?! Those people really want to help. You decided that, not to waste their effort, you will say the truth. Once again, now or never. To be or to not be. You turn to Kevin and give him the rose, raising your trembling hand and then, you explain it all: how you perceived him during your early days in the manor, how you developed a crush on him, how visible it became to others, how ashamed and anxious you felt, what you think of him now. All of it. You don't think anyone in this manor has ever seen you this honest, you were shocked a little, too. And Kevin? He felt shocked, but not in a bad way. All those small conversations and patching up sessions were out of your love for him? How did he never notice? Now it was his turn to feel ashamed. Was he the one to make you feel so many bad emotions? He was desperately trying to flirt with women without much in return, but turns out his true love was around him all the time, without him suspicing anything.

You were prepared for the worst, at least God will know you tried, and you did not want to dissapoint the pair of four eyes gazing at the both of you. If anything bad happens, they will blackmail you for the rest of your life! But you didn't care. You did try to stay calm, albeit all of this was just too much. You muttered a silent sorry and started crying again. But Kevin was having NONE of this. He put you on his lap, wiped your tears and placed the rose in your hair. You felt flabbergasted, the man you had so many feeling for you likes you back. Nothing else mattered. You hugged him and you both started talking. Neither of you were aware, but more than two hours managed to pass and it was already pitch dark and on top of that cold. The cowboy noticed you yawning to the point the coldness didn't even bother you, yet he still took of his cowboy jacket and hat, quickly putting them on your body and head. You both stayed silent for the next ten minutes, with you just hiding from the world in his embrace. He was like a human heater.

Kevin asked you something, though he did not receive any response. Little did he know that you actually were pretending. He decided to leave the cold outside and go back to the manor - he picked you up bridal style and started walking towards his dorm. On his way he encountered many other manor residents, sure, some of them indeed were night owls, but did really so many people have trouble falling asleep on the same night? He heard Naib cheekily whistling at the sight of the two of you. He started grinning at the sight of Eli, his owl, Ada, Emil, Emma, William and Lilly smilling and silently cheering - something was up, he just didn't know what... were they celebrating that you've found your significant other, or are they just happy Kevin won't be bothering anyone anytime soon?

You eventually found yourself in Kevin's room, you were gently tucked in, and Jesus, you're surprised how you managed to keep a poker face through all of this. His large bed is comfortable and smells... like him. Finally, Kevin laid next to you and started hugging you. To be frank, you were REALLY tired at the moment, this time for real. You discreetly opened your eyes, which ultimately didn't work out, as he was staring at you and smiling. You gave him a quick kiss on his lips and hid your face in his chest. The last moment you remember before falling asleep was him muttering you a gentle goodnight and the soft feeling of your knuckles being kissed.

You sure were thankful to your friends. Now HE was down bad for you, too.

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I'm proud of this work, yet that's my first ever proper fic so i am a little unsure of how it ended up. If anyone has some tips i would like to hear them 😭 I love my silly boy Kevin dhdjskdjsjs. Once again, happy valentines' day to you all!! Together or alone it's a great opportunity to take care of yourself.

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.4

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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The sky was pitch black when Soyeon left work that evening. Now that she had returned, she'd been immediately assigned to two bigger projects and the meetings had felt endless. She dragged a sigh, looking up at the starless sky while walking to the metro. 

Same old, same old. 

As if nothing had ever happened, as if nothing had ever changed. Going to work every day and writing on songs for artists, hoping they'd perform well on charts. Everything was the same. Everything but Soyeon.

All of a sudden, everything seemed so absurd to her, so comically pointless and silly. Yeah, she still enjoyed working on songs but what was even the point in it if there were deadlines chasing them and she had to work on uplifting songs when internally not feeling happy at all. The only good thing was that she was able to pour everything into writing, helping her coping with that numbing feeling of emptiness knowing she wouldn't see him again.

Summertime was supposed to be exciting but all she felt was anxiety and sadness. Anxiety as her gut feeling kept telling her it wasn't simply over yet and sadness about having parted ways with Yoongi, most likely forever. The blue feeling about that unwilling to fade that easily.

At least he had been right about one thing: Interpol had indeed come knocking on her door the following day, asking her if she'd known about their escape or heard of him. And she'd put on her best fake-surprised expression, shaking her head vigorously and affirming she hadn't had a clue but wouldn't deny being happy hearing about it.

It must've been convincing enough as they hadn't bothered her again since.

Thinking about it now, she technically could try finding him. She knew where he lived after all. However, he had made it clear to her that he didn't want that. That he didn't believe it'd be a good idea. And she respected it, although it was tearing her apart a bit. Just a little bit. A tiny bit. It drove her mad how he'd made that decision for her.

A yawn left her lips, interrupting her thoughts as she entered the main street. She was sleepy, she realised. And hungry. She hadn't had a proper meal all day long yet. Just lived by her iced coffee and some snacks here and there. She was just overall tired.

Too tired to notice two men following her through the mass of pedestrians in the busy street. 

Only when one stumbled into a food stand, creating a ruckus and earning scolding from the vendor, she noticed them. And the way they shoved past people with determination in their eyes. 

It was like a déjà-vu. Those cold stares, those suits - her instincts instantly kicked in and she started running. Not caring about the weird looks she received by pushing through people.

The metro sign was glowing in the distance, it wasn't far but she decided to take another way to hopefully make them lose sight of her. She turned into a sidestreet and into a bbq-restaurant she knew had a back door next to the restrooms that was leading into a back alley. From there she entered different street after pulling on the hood of her black hoodie. Another station entrance already in near distance. She dared peeking behind her, not able spotting them anymore and she sighed in relief when reaching the stairs leading underground. Quickly making her way down to her platform.

Cautiously, she stayed at the far back. Her eyes wandering over the waiting crowd. Making sure those guys hadn't followed her till there. And only when the train arrived and she finally entered, her racing heart began calming down.

Perhaps she had only imagined things. Perhaps those men weren't actually looking at her some type of way. Perhaps they weren't after her. Perhaps it had been two regular men walking home from work. Perhaps those past weeks had made her literally paranoid, beginning seeing threats when there were none.

The keys clicked in the lock as she turned them, entering her apartment with dragged steps.

Soyeon felt exhausted. Mentally and physically. 

After slipping out of her shoes, she trotted into her living room and let herself fall onto the couch. Sighing contently as she closed her eyes. Staying like that until her stomach rumbled and she forced herself sit up with the last bit of energy left. Grabbing her phone out of her pocket and ordering some delivery food. Not feeling like standing at a stove right now.

And her eyes closed once again, her body sliding back down onto the couch, deciding to rest until her food arrived. Unsure of how much time had passed when the ringing of the doorbell rudely interrupted her short nap. Much to her empty stomach's delight though. She rubbed her eyes, seeing half an hour had already passed. 

Still drowsy from the nap, she opened the door expecting to see the delivery guy with her food there. Instead, she found a tall foreigner looking down at her with a sharp glance that could make even hell freeze. 

He was older, dressed in an elegant white suit, with a gray mustache and an engraved wooden cane. And despite her being certain of not having seen him ever before, there was an unknown familiarity she recognised.

Next to him standing a shorter man, also a foreigner.

"Soyeon, I assume?" the shorter man asked. It was more of a rhetorical question. Of course they knew it was her, they were at her door after all.

However, she sensed the obvious danger and was ready to deny it, when the older man stepped forward and wordlessly brushed past her. Followed by his assistant.

"Wh-"

"C'è molto di cui dobbiamo discutere." The older man spoke up with a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken in awhile.

"There's a lot we need to discuss," the other man translated.

Swallowing down her mind's concerns, she tried collecting herself. Instinctively knowing who that was and what this was about. Following the men further inside to at least hear them out. After all, she was certain running out of the apartment right now would be pointless. There might be more waiting outside.

"You might've fooled these idiots my son's friends sent, but it wasn't hard to find you."

"Oh.. really?" she nervously laughed. So it hadn't been irrational paranoia, she had indeed been chased earlier. "Your son's friends.."

"Non mi conosci."

"You don't know me."

"Ma tu conosci mio figlio."

"But you know my son."

The older man stopped in his tracks, glancing at her briefly as he was standing in front of the large window.

"Y-you mean the guy who kidnapped me? Yeah, I think I remember," she mumbled dryly. Making the younger man's eyes widen before he translated it to his boss. Presumely without the sarcastic undertone.

The man in white nodded slowly, his stern eyes not leaving the scenery outside before replying in italian again and his assistant translating his words. "I know my son hasn't made the wisest decisions and he's being punished for that right now. I got sick of always bailing him out. But that was his wrongdoing, not mine. That's not why I am here."

"You see, he might be an idiot, but he's still my son. And whatever he does, also affects me. Whether I like it or not. And what happened back there in Florence, sadly affected me and my reputation a lot. And I can't let it slide like that."

"Your little friends there created quite the ruckus during our annual family gala. A prestige gala held over generations with equally prestigious guests. So you can imagine the headlines afterwards."

"So what do you want from me now?" Soyeon carefully asked, afraid of the answer.

The man eyed her from the corner of his eye, scoffing lightly. "Corregge."

"Amends."

"A-and how?"

"We thought your friends would be dealt by interpol here, but they fled. And we wanna know where to."

She didn't know where this courage came from despite the intimidatingly calm face of the man in front of her. "You're rich, can't you find that out?"

"I could. But it'd take longer, so I decided to ask you instead."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I don't know either," she lied. Or perhaps it wasn't a complete lie after all considering she didn't know Jimin and Taehyung's exact addresses in Tainan. "You see, we ain't that close. I still don't know exactly why they even helped me back then."

Emilio Rossi closed his eyes for a moment when listening to the translation of his employee. Nodding then. "Que peccato."

"What a pity."

Her eyes widened, scared he didn't believe her or worse - wanted to use her as a bait now. So she unintentionally flinched when the man moved. Her tense shoulders relaxing, however, when realising he was walking back to the door.

"You know, I'm not the only one after them.. the people my son unfortunetely bargained with, these 'friends', are also after them. They're in fact assisting me. However, if I fail imprisoning them again, they want to bring them to justice themselves. And I don't think they'd just want to put them back behind bars like I do."

The shorter man pulled out an envelope then, handing it to Soyeon who hesitatedly accepted it.

"Deliver them my invitation, which they better accept. Otherwise I'll be forced to pay you another visit. And you don't want that."

He opened the door and his translator followed suit. And with that he bowed and left as well. Closing the door behind him.

The apartment fell into an oppressing silence. The ticking of the clock and the ringing pulse in her ears the only noises left. And as she came back to her senses and let everything that had happened in the past minutes sink in, panic started rising. Taking over her.

What the hell was she supposed to do now?

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The sudden ringing of the doorbell made Yoongi flinch.

It had been early in the morning. Not too early for him, but definitely too early for anyone he knew visiting him. Besides, he didn't expect any visitors. If he ignored it the person would maybe give up. And indeed, after a few seconds it stopped and he exhaled contently. Focusing back on his training, when the ringing started anew. Making him internally groan as he put his katana away to check who was being so persistent.

Who knew, maybe it was something important after all.

Checking the camera, he didn't recognise the person standing in front of it, though.

With a slow move, he opened the door. Catching the young woman standing there off-guard. She blinked at him, her lips eventually parting.

"H-ey, uhm, are you Yoongi?" she asked with uncertain voice, causing his brows to furrow. He was good in memorising faces and he surely didn't know hers. He mustered her carefully, eventually deeming her of no danger and nodded.

The woman looked seemingly relieved at this and she rummaged in her bag, taking out a slightly crinkled envelope. Holding it out for him. "I think you should read this."

The crease between his brows deepened as he hesitatingly took it from her grip. Reading the name of the sender. And his head snapped towards her.

"W-who are you?"

"I'm a friend of hers and you should read this, now," she insisted with urgency in her voice. She turned around then, already walking away when he called out for her again.

"W-wait, is she okay?" he swallowed, regretting having had his phone switched off for the whole week as he had spent most of the time outside the city. Meditating to try sort out his emotions and scattered thoughts of frustration. Now fear of Soyeon being in danger arising inside him.

Her friend's black hair swayed as she looked over her shoulder.

"She's fine, as far as I know. It's not her who's in trouble."

He blinked confused at her statement, watching her glancing him up and down for a moment. She nodded then. "I don't know what the hell you got her into, but I can see why she likes you," she giggled to herself then, "Sorry, but I couldn't help reading both letters. Don't tell her though."

And with that she disappeared in the direction of the elevator and out of his sight.

Yoongi stood there at the open door for a second too long, processing this strange girl's words and how Soyeon had mentioned having a friend in that city, assuming this must've been her when remembering the envelope in his hands. He quickly closed the door behind him and walked to his couch in the living room, opening the mysterious letter.

The first one being clearly adressed to her friend:

"Hey Shushu,

I know this must be a weird request, especially coming in a letter when we talked on the phone only a few days ago, but I wouldn't ask you for this favour if it wasn't urgent.

I'll explain everything to you the next time we talk but for now, please bring the other contents in this envelope to a guy named Min Yoongi who lives in -"

He paused, taking the second letter out.

"Since this is urgent and you won't pick up calls or reply to texts, I hope you'll forgive me for disobeying your wish again (even if I still disagree with it) and sending my friend over.

I received some unexpected visitor, the italian douche's father. And he was looking for you guys, wanting to turn you in again.

I obviously didn't tell him anything, but he said some 'friends' of his son were also after you. And he gave me this invitation for you with the remark of coming back if you dismiss it.

Listen, I don't believe he'd actually come back and hurt me. But I still felt like warning you, in case he or those other people end up finding you guys on their own after all.

I hope they won't.

Please, stay safe.

- Soyeon xx"

"Of course," he mumbled under his breath and took the third object out of the envelope. A folded card out of thick quality paper with a red wax seal keeping it closed. With a deep sigh, he cracked open the seal.

"Dear wanted criminals,

Me and my son's friend and business partner Morita invite you to his Kyoto mansion on the 21st of this month at 7pm to a last night of freedom before we request you to surrender to the police and face your lawful trial.

You are advised to accept this invitation.

If you do not, you will have to face the consequences set by my co-host. And I cannot guarantee for your or your loved ones' lives if you disobey my request.

Respectfully, Emilio Rossi"

He lowered his hand with dark eyes staring out over the card's edge. Processing the message he had just read.

He should've known this wasn't over just yet. It never was. And yet he couldn't help but feel relieved that they weren't after Soyeon anymore at least. Still, the fact they had contacted her and knew were she lived put him at unease. And that they were now after him and his friends was grave.

Again proving that them getting involved had been a terrible idea.

He grabbed his phone from the table then, switching it on for the first time in a week. Jimin picking up after the third ringing.

"Yes?"

"We got a problem."

Silence followed before he heard a small whine on the other line. "Uh fine, come over."

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next chapter: 1.5 here

Sorry for taking a bit longer. Was kinda struggling with this one :') Hopefully the next one won't take so long.

Also hope the Italian is correct T-T let me know if not.

Don't forget to like, reblog & leave feedback!♡

It motivates me to keep writing :)

[audioaujom]

November 14th, 10:32 PM: Buck

BftB Hub, < prev, next >

Happy Thursday! I have a sneaking suspicion I know what most of you opened this fic for, and we’re finally here. So, well, enjoy!

Word Count: 1458

Chapter TWs: Drugging, Kidnapping, Minor Violence

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Buck was absolutely losing his mind.

The firehouse had been somber and lifeless for three full days now, since there’d been no word from the police on Eddie. 62 hours with no news was killing him. They hadn't found anything except what they’d discovered the day he’d filed the report, and it was driving him crazy that there was nothing he could do to help. And constantly working the way he wanted to didn't take his mind off of it, either. In fact, nothing could take his mind off of it, which made him a hazard at work and he knew it, but he couldn't just lounge around his loft while Eddie was out there having god knows what happen to him.

He decided a drink would help clear his head. Or maybe two. Or three. 

Honestly, he couldn't remember how many he'd had by the time someone sat down on the stool beside him, drunkenly turning to the dark haired stranger.

“Woah, you okay there?” The guy asked, seemingly concerned by Buck’s rather inebriated state.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” He slurred out in response, annoyed by the intrusion. He wanted to be alone in his misery.

Well, he didn't want to be alone alone. He wanted to be with Eddie, having drinks like they usually would either here or at one of their places while Chris played in the other room. Man, he missed Eddie. He was so worried, and freaked out, and upset, and he just wanted his… friend back. His friend.

He must be drunk, with the way his mind was wandering. He huffed, turning back to his drink.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.” The stranger seemed unperturbed by Buck’s attitude, ordering a drink for himself. “You just seem a little drunk, even for a guy drinking alone in a bar.”

“‘Is no big deal.” Buck shook his head, finally deciding that he'd had enough to drink. Maddie was already going to kill him for drinking this much, so it was in his best interest to try and sober up quickly and get her to come pick him up. “Been this wasted… lotsa times.”

“Alright, sorry again.”

Buck pulled his phone out of his back pocket, going to open Maddie’s contact when his grip slipped and it fell to the floor with a clatter. He started to bend down to reach for it, but his head hurt and he wobbled and nearly fell off the stool before he sat back up straight—seeing stars.

The guy beside him chuckled a little and picked the phone up for him, sliding it across the counter to him. “I believe this belongs to you.”

Buck finally turned to glance at the guy, appreciative but still instinctively wary. “Thanks.”

The guy was dressed nice, in a button up and suit jacket, with a scruffy face and these cold, dark teal eyes. Buck didn't like the look of him—it made something strange and suspicious stir in his gut—but even still he had to admit he was probably at least a little handsome. Maybe. To a girl who had poor taste in men, or something.

He grabbed his phone from the counter, finally properly dialing his sister and letting the line ring. She picked up immediately. “Evan? Everything okay?”

“Don't be mad.” He opted to start with, but the heavy silence from the other end meant that she was already mad—and could already tell he was absolutely wasted. “I'm… a little drunk. I could probably use a ride.”

“Chimney and I will be there in 10.” She sighed, and he could hear a chair scrape on the floor as she stood. “Don’t go anywhere, and drink some water.”

“Will do.” He saluted the air, waiting until she hung up to put his phone back away. He hiccuped a little, reaching for his nearly finished drink before remembering that Maddie had just told him to sober up and he'd decided to stop drinking. He flagged the bartender down to get him some water, which he sipped on carefully.

“Got a ride lined up?” The man beside him asked, Buck glancing sideways at him.

“Yup. My friends are on their way.”

“That's a shame. I was hoping to chat a little more.” The guy finished off the drink in front of him and then what was left of Buck’s, grinning. “Seeing as I know where to find your other friend, Eddie.”

Buck sobered in an instant. “What did you just say?”

The guy’s grin grew, him standing up from his seat far too casually after the bomb he'd just dropped. “I said I know where to find Eddie. You know, seeing as I'm the man who took him and all.”

The words had barely left that guy’s mouth before Buck saw red, swinging a wild right hook that just missed the guy in front of him as he stumbled off the stool. “What have you done to him?!”

The man shushed him, taking care to support Buck in a disgustingly friendly manner when the bartender looked back over at them. “Relax, I'm here to help. You two miss each other so much, I thought I'd arrange a meeting.”

“Okay.” Buck didn't even think twice about the man’s offer, his priorities and instincts muddled by the alcohol and the very present thought of being able to see Eddie again. To make sure he was in one piece, and tell him how hard it was to work and live without him—

“Let’s get you some fresh air.”

Buck let himself be led outside, his legs turning solid underneath him as a surge of adrenaline started combating the copious amounts of alcohol in his system. He needed to think straight right now, for Eddie. And… probably for his own safety. 

Did he really just follow a stranger—and possible kidnapper—outside because he said he could take him to Eddie? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with him? 

Buck immediately broke away from the man, straightening up and glaring. “Hold on a minute. What… who even are you?”

The guy put his hands up in mock defense, smug expression never fading. “My name’s Axel. And before you ask, I’m here because I need your help.”

“My help?”

“Eddie needs a little encouragement, a… nudge in the right direction.” Axel said, thinking for a moment in the middle as if looking for the right words. Buck’s hands clenched into fists. “And you're the perfect way for me to do that.”

“I see.” He didn't, actually, but he had a vague idea of what this guy meant and he really didn't like the implications of it. If he could stall this guy long enough for Maddie to show up, maybe they could take this guy into custody and figure out where he'd taken Eddie. “But if you think I'm just going to let you do that—”

“Oh, I don't expect you to.” Axel cut him off, tucking his hands into dress pant pockets. “It's better for me if you fight me the entire way. I want you to, actually.”

“You’re crazy.” 

“And you two are so alike it's scary.” Every word out of Axel’s mouth pissed Buck off a little more, the guy far too relaxed for the situation. “He said the same thing the other night.”

Normally, he’d know better. But between the anxiety for Eddie, the two day spiral, the sleep deprivation, and the alcohol, Buck did the only thing he could think about doing—he punched Axel square in the face, satisfyingly breaking the guy’s nose.

“Oh, shit!” Axel stumbled back, blood leaking down his face as he grabbed at his nose with one hand. “Woah! You're really something, Buck.”

Buck swung again, harder this time, getting him upside the head despite Axel’s best attempts to dodge, sending him crashing to the pavement of the parking lot with a yell. Buck followed him down, punching randomly as he couldn't seem to calm his anger down after letting it out. It wasn't until he felt something prick his leg that he slowed down, looking to see that Axel had used the moment of distraction while they were fighting to stab a syringe into his leg—and he’d already emptied the contents.

“Oops?” Axel grinned, Buck’s vision tipping to one side as it felt like blood suddenly rushed to his head. His balance wavered and he then fell to one side, struggling to keep himself awake—let alone upright.

“What… did you give me?” He tried to ask, but his voice sounded distant even to his own ears as he spoke. Axel said something else, but it was muffled as his head spun. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Axel’s bruised face grinning down at him.

[keyh0use]

only Barry and Rafe don't know they're dating

Pairing: Rafe x Barry

Swearing, brief jealousy, gross fluff.

This is really just an outline for a 2 chapter fic I haven't gotten around to properly writing yet. Enjoy!

Chapter 1, Part 1

♡ Barry and Rafe have been sorta friends since the first time they met. Back then, freshly eighteen, the kook was just starting to get heavy into coke. Having a cute dealer definitely contributed to how fast he gave in to the temptation.

♡ It becomes like Barry's third job to care for the boy, keeping track of how much shit he's putting in his system and stealing Rafe's bike keys when he's too fucked.

♡ Days after the first time Rafe clocked out on the porch couch from too much expensive cocktails over brunch with Topper and coke with Barry, the boy starts continuously running back to the trailer at the end of the day instead of Tanneyhill.

♡ They share a bed and every stupid secret they overhear. Everyone knows if you tell Rafe something, Barry will know about it too, and vice versa.

♡ Everyone can see how sickeningly into each other they are, affectionately poking fun at how inseparable and domestic they've become.

♡ Rafe starts picking up around the house when the man is at work or out doing a drop, disposing of empty beer bottles and old take-out containers.

♡ Since (non-explicitly) moving to the cut, Sarah conveniently finds her way to the trailer every damn time her brother is gone, trying to convince Barry to ask dumbass Rafe out. "If you don't, it's never going to happen! Don't you want a sister like me?"

♡ Wheezie feels left out being the only one stuck in Tanneyhill, making excuses to Rose about meeting with friends in order to bike all the way to the south side.

♡ The youngest Cameron sibling doesn't actually know where The Chateau or wherever the heck Rafe lives. So she pulls up alongside a fruit stand and asks for directions.

♡ Rafe, as expected, loses his fucking mind when there's a knock on the trailer door and he opens it to his thirteen year old baby sister, all on her own. But Barry is chill, hides the drugs with smooth ease and invites her in, telling the boy to calm the hell down.

♡ It turns out Wheezie and Barry have a lot of common interests, most of which she was never allowed to act on. Barry loves fishing and Wheezie wants to wade in the shallows to see tiny fishies, but that's deemed unladylike by her father.

♡ They both love action and psychological thriller movies, much to Rafe's bemusement, the kook only ever wanting to watch slasher films.

♡ "I wanna watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre...again," Rafe told the man. "Of course you fuckin' do," mumbled Barry, searching through the list for it.

♡ Meeting the parents is the last thing Barry ever thought he'd be doing, especially for someone he's not even dating. Yet here he is, pulling up alongside the manicured lawn of Tanneyhill with a present tucked safely underarm, neatly wrapped after watching four tutorials.

♡ "You came!" Wheezie exclaimed, hugging the older man around his waist.

♡ Barry had borrowed dress pants from his coworker, tucked his funeral shirt into it and ran a comb through his wet curls. Looking around at all the well-dressed guests he feels like he made a grave mistake coming, even as the little girl beams up at him.

♡ But then there's Rafe: pretty, perfect Rafe with his styled hair and wearing a suit tailored to fit him just right, nothing out of place. And he looks so happy when he spots Barry, instantly excusing himself from conversation to jog over.

♡ Rafe's hands grab for Barry's face as his instinctively latch onto the boy's waist, kook telling him with a sly grin how good he looks and suddenly his self-doubt slips away

♡ Barry catches sight of Sarah in the near distance watching the display of public affection. She mouths nut up to him, the very same words said to the girl when Barry taught her to gut a fish and she got blood on her fingers and wouldn't stop whispering ew, ew ,ew.

♡ Why should he, though? Nut up, that is. What the two of them have together right now is nice, admitting feelings might complicate it or ruin it altogether.

♡ Only fifteen minutes pass before Ward has found them, introducing himself and his wife to Barry like the woman can't speak for herself.

♡ Ward is shockingly nice to Barry, shakes his hand and starts conversation about an old car he wants looked at, something the dealer is well versed in. Which obviously the Cameron patriarch knows, making Barry spend the rest of the evening wondering how much Rafe talks about him.

♡ Other than in passing with no speaking, this is the first time Barry meets Rafe's friends too, who keep giving the boy these looks like there's some joke Barry wouldn't understand. It's only mildly aggravating, hard to find much to be pissed over when Rafe is leaning against his side.

♡ Rafe is so appreciative the man attended Wheezie's birthday, he attempts to make a thank you dinner the next evening.

♡ One day Barry gets a panicked call from Wheezie, who speaks almost too fast to follow. Her father is away on a business trip and Rose won't answer, so she hasn't been picked up from her after-school program.

♡ When the beat up truck rolls alongside where Wheezie waits with a teacher, the girl turns and says, "That's my brothers boyfriend!" And no the fuck he isn't, but if Barry doesn't bother correcting the mistake then so fucking what?

♡ Nothing compares to the amount of shit Barry's own circle gives him, though.

♡ Rafe will often stop in the garage or the pawn shop, sit on rickety chairs and watch Barry work, usually with lunch for the two of them waiting to be eaten.

♡ All the guys will take jabs at how clingy Rafe is, but ignore the way Barry's arm goes around his waist the moment they're within reach of one another or the way he draws idle patterns on Rafe's thigh just at the cut-off of those sinful pastel shorts.

♡ "Wish my wife brought me lunch," one would joke. Barry would reach over and brush his oil-stained knuckles against the flush on Rafe's cheek with a golden grin.

♡ Despite the light-hearted jabs, Rafe is always invited to shit. The mechanic shop owner loves when the kook attends because he's good at keeping a couple business type cousins away from everyone else.

♡ "The day your man stops attending these things is the day I stop having them."

♡ Rafe is attractive. Anyone with eyes could fucking see that so it's not odd that Barry stares sometimes. The boy is just so damn pretty it hurts, makes his cock swell up until he's throbbing and suffering in the bathroom trying to think of something besides blue eyes and delicate hands and a snarky attitude.

♡ Barry agrees to go to the country club with Rafe for Kelce's birthday or something, rolling his eyes when the boy threatened to upset his friend by not attending if Barry wouldn't go.

♡ That's when the older man realises other people notice how hot Rafe is, too.

♡ Some bitch mixing drinks watches the boy all night, gives him this little smile anytime he goes over, like she wants to write her number in salt on the counter and hope he gets the hint. Or like she wants Rafe to meet her after shift change.

♡ Something visceral charges in Barry then.

♡ "You gon' stay right the fuck here, got it, country club?" "Got it," Rafe whispers, bottom lip sucked between rows of white teeth.

♡ Barry holds Rafe close all damn night, likely bordering on improper behaviour in such a classy place. But he doesn't give a fuck.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part Six

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

x

You two escape through one of the doors when it is clear. The ship is big but you have to keep running even though you don't know where you're going. A group of five Skrulls comes around the corner, blocking your path. You turn to go the other way but five more appear on that end, trapping the two of you from escaping. Vers' first instinct is to blast them away with her powers, but the restraints on her hands are preventing her from doing so.

That's okay. You have your powers.

"You wouldn't know how these things come off, would you?" Vers asks and holds up her hands. "No? Fine."

Skrulls run at you with their weapons up, and you blast two of them back with your fire. One of them crashes into two of them while the other dodges it so it hits the Skrull behind him. Vers results in hand-to-hand combat to counteract your powers until all of the Skrulls are down on the ground moaning in pain.

"Come on."

You and Vers run through a big room to cut across the ship but are stopped by a Skrull twice your size. Vers punches him in the gut and face but that's a tickle compared to someone his size. He punches both of you at the same time, and two Skrulls use their tasers on your back to try and subdue you. Vers falls to the ground and tries to use her powers. The metal around her hands glows bright orange the more she uses it. It gets to a point where her powers melt right through the metal. The tall Skrull and the two normal ones get hit by the impact, and the metal jams itself into the wall of the ship.

The impact is enough to crack the metal, but Vers is too happy to have gotten the restraints off.

"Vers?"

She turns and sees the wall burning from the effects of her powers. One Skrull left before the damage could get worse, but the other two stayed behind to see what will happen. The wall caves in on itself, sending a vacuum through the room that is caused by space. Both you and Vers are sucked into the vacuum, but you quickly grab the nearest thing you can find to prevent yourself from being sucked into space. As a safety precaution, you and Vers activate your space helmet in the unfortunate case that you are sucked away.

"Vers!"

Your aerokinesis doesn't work since there is no air in space. 

"Hold onto me!"

You grab her left hand as her right hand glows bright orange. She blasts away from the gaping hole and into the hallway just as the door slams shut. This whole ship is going to go down, and you need to find some way off it.

"Come on," you pant. There is one room that you haven't checked yet, and it has escape pods that two Skrulls are using to flee the ship. There is one left, and that's your ticket out of here. "There!"

You and Vers enter the small pod that's only meant for one person, and she messes with the controls to get it to start. Suddenly, the side of the control panel is blasted, and you look behind you to see Talos there with a gun in his hands.

"Leaving so soon? We're just getting to know each other," he chuckles.

"Vers, get us the hell out of here."

You blast Talos back with your air powers just as the doors close. The entire pod launches forward and you grab onto something to prevent you from falling into Vers. The pod shoots out of the side of the ship and heads down to the planet below you. You're not sure what planet this is, but you can use your powers and get the hell out of here as soon as it's safe.

Since Talos shot the damn controls, it began shortening out. The impact of his blast causes the pod to break into small pieces. With nothing underneath you to hold you up, you fall from the fall with a scream. This planet has breathable air that you can manipulate as soon as you stop twisting and flipping through the air. The pod crashes down below into a store, and you fly down there to see if Vers was caught in the damage.

You fly through the hole and land in the store that has a bunch of thick books.

"Vers!" you gasp and run over to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, where are we?" she coughs and stands.

"I don't know." You walk over to one of the shelves and grab one of the books, and you come to the conclusion that they're not books. In fact, they don't have any pages inside them, only a thick tape recorder of some kind. "What the hell are these?"

"Vers to Star Force Command. Do you read me?" Vers asks her wrist. That allows her to communicate with Yon-Rogg and the other teammates. "Hello? Do you copy?"

"I don't think anyone is there," you say. You two walk outside the store only to see multiple other ones in the same complex. "I think this is Earth."

There is a security officer in the empty parking lot, and you and Vers walk over to the man who is scared shitless at seeing something otherworldly crash into the Blockbuster store. She knocks on the window twice before the man rolls it down manually.

"Hi, I'm Vers and this is Y/N. Kree Star Force. Is this C-53?" The man is speechless, and she messes with her wrist device with confusion written on her face. "Do you understand me? Is my universal translator working?"

"Yeah," he gulps, "I understand you."

"Oh, good. Are you in charge of security for this district?"

"Sort of. The movie theatre has its own guy."

"Where can I find communications equipment?" The security officer points to a store called Radio Shack, and Vers gives him a tight smile. "Thank you."

"Vers," you hiss when you walk away from the man. "That's not how you talk to humans."

There is some kind of communication device on the wall with buttons; a phone if you had to guess. The phones you're used to are rotary phones that not everyone had back in the 40s. Vers opens the machine and connects it to her wrist so she can communicate back to Yon-Rogg wherever he might be. It took all night for her to get it to work, but she finally does it when the sun is shining high. She presses on the hologram feature so she can see his face and he can see hers.

"Vers. Verify, CTC-39," Yon-Rogg says.

"GRXV-1600, and we're fine thank you for asking. Is everyone okay, what happened?"

"Skrull ambush. I thought we'd lost you. Did you find Soh-Larr?"

"It wasn't Soh-Larr. It was Talos, and he even knew his code."

"That's impossible. That code was buried in his unconscious."

"The Skrulls messed with our minds," you say. "I think the machine they used is how they extracted Soh-Larr's code."

"Vers, Y/N, where are you?"

"I'm on planet C-53. The Skrulls are looking for someone named Lawson.".

"Who?"

"She's... who I see..." she sighs.

"She's what? Vers. Vers, what?" Yon-Rogg asks when you break up.

"She's a scientist. They think that she's cracked the code on light-speed tech. I have to get to her before they do or else they'll be able to invade new galaxies."

"No. You've been caught once already. How far to C-53?" Yon-Rogg asks one of the Kree next to him.

"Closest jump point is twenty-two hours."

"Vers, Y/N, hold your position until we get there, and keep your comms online so that we can contact you."

"No, what if they get a hold of it before—" you say just as the communication cut off. "No, we're not just going to sit here for twenty-two hours when we can be doing something useful."

"I agree," she nods.

Police sirens come from all around you but you and Vers are more focused on finding where the Skrulls went. They're here somewhere, and it's your job to track them down before they can get do more damage to this place. Two men in expensive suits and two police officers make their way to the phone booth you and Vers are in. The tall black man knocks on the window, and you two turn to face him.

"Excuse me, do you know anything about two ladies who went through the roof of that Blockbuster over there? Witness says they were dressed for laser tag."

He flashes the badge he has that says his name is Nick Fury.

"Oh. Yeah, I think they went that way," Vers smiles and tries to walk off only to have the Agent step in her way.

"Ah, I'd like to ask you two some questions. Maybe give you the 4-1-1 on late-night drop-bys. Could I see some identification, please?"

"Vers and Y/N. Kree Star Force. We don't carry identification on metal cards."

She tries to walk off again, but Agent Fury grabs her arm and steps in her way. You wiggle your way in between them with a glare. He might be human, but he doesn't get to put his hands on her without her permission.

"Vers. Y/N. Star Force. How long are you two planning on being in town?"

"Oh, we'll be out of your hair as soon as we track down the Skrulls which are infiltrating your planet."

"Skrulls?"

"Shapeshifters. They can transform into any lifeform down to the DNA, but don't get confused with Y/N because her powers differ from theirs." No one responds because no one understands the danger they're in. "Oh boy, you guys don't have a clue, do you?"

"Hold on. How do we know that you two are not one of those shapeshifters?"

"Congratulations Agent Fury. You have finally asked a relevant question."

"Oh! Congratulations to you Star Force Lady. You two are under arrest."

Both police officers step forward with handcuffs to arrest you, but you notice something on the roof of a nearby building. There is a woman with a bright yellow shirt with a Skrull gun in her hands.

"Look out!" you yell and push Fury to the side. Vers blasts the roof where the Skrull was but it managed to get away. There is no time to explain to Fury and his men what's going on, so you and Vers take off running to catch up with the Skrull. "Hang on!"

You grab Vers from the back and fly into the air to catch up to the Skrull faster. It's easier than running and using all your energy before you can fight him.

"I love your powers!" she yells as the wind blows her hair back.

The Skrull is headed to the train that just pulled onto the station. From up above, you can see the plethora of passengers leaving and entering the train. One of them being the shapeshifter. He almost runs into a sweet old lady before jumping on just as the doors closed. Once one person sees you flying, all of them look up and gasp in fright and wonder. The few people who have cameras take pictures, but you don't care about them right now.

The only way to get on the train is through a window, so you fly over to the top and Vers detaches from you. You two begin running to the front of the train where the windows are the biggest. Vers doesn't think twice and punches through the window, and you nod in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, that works, too."

You follow behind her and begin walking down the aisles of the train. The chatty passengers stop talking when they see you out of fear and confusion. They must have seen you two fly over. Everyone is looking at you because you're part of the unknown. Humans stare in silence at things they don't understand, so the Skrull would try and do the opposite. They don't know enough about humans to know how to act.

There is an old lady in the second car reading a newspaper. She lowers it to turn a page, and you smirk knowingly. You saw that sweet old lady when the Skrull bumped into her as he was getting on the train. You nudge Vers and motion to the old woman who she was staring at, too. You and Vers stop in front of the woman who looks up at you slowly.

"Can I help you, ladies?" she smiles.

Vers rears her fist back and punches her as hard as she can. Everyone on the train gasps collectively, and no one says anything in fear. The old lady glares at you two and kicks Vers into the people behind her. You grab the woman's hair and slam her face into one of the metal poles that dents upon impact. You're about t punch her when one of the passengers holds you back. Your powers will definitely get you out of this situation, but then you'd be putting dozens of people's lives in danger.

The woman grabs one of the metal poles and swings herself around it, kicking Vers in the stomach. Vers punches the woman to the ground but only gets in two hits before two people pull her off the helpless old woman. That gives the shapeshifter some time to escape and drops something in the process. It's a purple glowing object. You're not sure what it is, but you grab it so examine it later.

You and Vers shove the passengers off you and run after the Skrull who had time to shift into someone else. He's in between the trains, so you can only see him through the small window on the door. He smirks and climbs up the ladder to get to the roof. You and Vers follow him to the roof, but you're kicked in the chest as soon as you breach the surface. You go flying twenty feet away from them just as Vers pops her head up. The Skrull takes off running down the train and grabs onto one of the wires, but gets electrocuted immediately.

Vers takes off running towards him but gets kicked in the chest, and she goes flying off the train. She grabs onto the railing to keep herself from falling to her death, and you jump into action. You fly alongside the train and reach out to grab her while the Skrull runs further down the train.

"Vers! I need you to let go!"

"I can't!" she gasps.

"Trust me. I will catch you. You gotta let go."

She looks over her shoulder and decides to place her trust in you. She lets go of the railing but she doesn't fall because your aerokinesis power is holding her up. You fly both of you to the top of the train just as the Skrull is reaching the front of it. Vers tries blasting him but she gets to the top of a tunnel instead. If you don't get off now, you're going to be dead in seconds. Vers punches the top of the train with her powers so that you two can escape into it just as it reaches the tunnel.

When the train stops at the next underground station, you and Vers get off it. Everyone around you is a suspect since the Skrull could be anyone. However, people walk past you without a care in the world, just going about their day. The only reason why they stop and look at you is because of the clothes you wear.

"He's not here anymore. Come on," you sigh. You take her above ground and over to an alley-like place where there are no other people. Vers looks like she is about to cry from how stressed she is. "Vers."

"I can't believe he got away."

"Check this out. The Skrull dropped this."

You hand her the purple object, and she places it into her wrist device. 

Images began to appear to show the contents in the following order: An older woman smiling who you assumed to be Dr. Wendy Lawson. A logo for an unknown company with the Doctor's name and the word "Pegasus" on there. A smiling little girl with a racing helmet on her head. Finally, a bar, Pancho's, along with a black lady who is looking at someone from over her shoulder. The images short out just as the purple device shuts off. Vers takes it out of her wrist and throw sit on the ground in anger.

"It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out."

To calm her down, you pull her in for a kiss, and all worries in her fade away. Once you know she is calm, you pull away from her with a smile.

"Okay, I feel a little better," she chuckles. "Have you ever been to C-53?"

"It's called Earth, and yes, I have. I've been living here for the past nine hundred years. I left in the late 40s and haven't been back since. I lost two very important people and didn't see a reason why I should stay here anymore. The Kree captures me before I could find a new home, but back then, it was Ronan. I made friends with my cellmate, and after twenty years of torture, we escaped with the help of a group known as the Ravagers. I spend another twenty-six years with them, and now I'm here with you."

"You'll have to tell me what you've been up to for the past nine hundred years, but in the meantime, what do we do?"

"Well, we need to find where Pancho's is, and we go from there. When Talos was looking at your memories, Pancho's was in there. I'm assuming it'll help us figure out where to go after that."

"Where do we even begin to find it?"

"I know a place," you smile.

x

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[herunswithscissors]

McNabb didn't "choke" in the Superbowl. And give Andy a break about mismanaging the clock when he did everything else he possibly could to coach the Avengers into nearly defeating Thanos without any deus ex machina bull shit.

Just pure gumption and genius coaching. But nothing beats Brady and Bellichek when Gronk and Brady are in sync. Even as a fucking AARP member with the fucking Tampa Bay Rays he's still formidable and a regular contender for the Superbowl today.

In the 90's The trio was an unstoppable force that just plowed up and down the field and every possession ended in a TD.

The 2004 Eagles kept up with Brady.

And that hall of fame defense fucked him up like the spirit of Reggie White possessed them. They made him cry and throw a tantrum and got dirt on his uniform. And turf in his face mask. Hitting and hurrying Brady almost every down against the very best offensive line money and guaranteed Superbowl rings can buy.

And fucking Brady just got even better.

And yet. And yet with Terrell Owens on a broken leg playing half speed yet doing outrageous plays and a nervous McNabb playing extremely competently using his legs and working well with Westbrook doing his magic and Owens showboating, Andy Reid almost did it. He almost got his offense to keep up with Brady and slow Brady down enough to give Donovan a chance to win.

But McNab let the pressure get to him at the end and stopped having fun. And began to hesitate and second guess instead of just instinctively having fun and playing at his usual superhuman level.

He just got nervous. Probably for the first time in his life. A real chance to beat Brady! And win the Superbowl for Philly at last! With his favorite teammates and coach Andy Reid! (Andy Reid is what Joe Paterno pretended to be.)

Donovan McNabb got nervous because only Tom Brady wouldn't get nervous at the thought of facing Brady let alone hoping to beat him in the Superbowl when he was playing top of his game. So Donovan "choked" and made some shit plays at the end there. But up till then he had danced up and down the field vs the Patriots defense and kept up with Brady blow for blow. McNabb was beautiful that day.

Andy Reid was on his game too and against all odds almost lead the Avengers to victory against Brady.

But Brady and Bellicheck with Gronk on his game is absolutely invincible. Just an unstoppable force where you are hoping for a failed 1st down run and and short second to make for a long third and then some kind of miracle stop or on third and long. The best defense was to try and draw fouls. Because you can't stop the guy. You just have to slow him down and hope for one or pray for two bad throws this 3rd down.

Like, third and thirty five was difficult but doable most possessions.

Eagles actually hit that smug father fucker a whole bunch on his way up and down the field. It didn't stop him. But it was hella fun to watch as my team almost beat Brady in his prime, but nothing could ever beat Brady in his prime. Even on his bad days he was nothing short of perfect and intelligent and creative and instinctual that borders on godlike.

I hate his guts and I just don't know why. He seems hella nice. He's too good looking and dates a model but good for him on all of that. I'm happy to see decent guys win the lottery. But I still don't like him. Such is life. I wish him well in everything but football. Get sacked Brady.

But yeah, no body, no matter how well prepared, trained and superhuman can be perfect for the entire Superbowl. You are going to lose some possessions without having scored.

The Eagles were a true Super Bowl team. Any other decade they would have won any Super Bowl against any team outside of the 2000's Patriots. They made every offensive line in the NFL look silly and picked off future hall of famers every other down.

The Lombardi Trophy belonged to Brady back then. Pure and simple. It was just who is going to lose spectacularly in the Super Bowl after playing big fish in a small pond till now.

Eagles almost beat Brady in his prime, but nothing can keep up with a demigod.

I submit that the 2004 Eagles were a feat of genius by Andy

He was able to cobble together a really good team around his star QB and other key players who are all hall of famers now. And I don't know how he snatched up Owens. Owens was amazing. He just had a big mouth and was a showboat. He backed up every boast too and made the greatest future hall of famer DBs miss every single time. And everyone loved it. Except the fucking racist NFL.

Andy managed to cobble together this amazing 2004 Eagles team and got them working together even though they didn't like each other at first and help them run together so well that he almost took this army of reject NFL superheroes up against Thanos and won.

He had a Lawful Good Deadpool instead of Captain America leading the charge. And Neutral Good Don't Give A Fuck Decent Guy Deadpool With a sharpie up his sleeve carving up the captains of Thanos. And Mysteriously unknown preternatural undersized Black Panther Westbrook conducting acrobatic feats y'all wouldn't believe today. Even still that man's shit was like watching Black Panther dance around dealing broken ankles and first downs out of third and long every time McNabb got in trouble.

Even the Avengers can't beat 2000s Brady.

Give McNabb and Andy Reid their due respect. They almost did the impossible together. Don't give them such trash about minor little lapses in perfection. You aren't the God of Noah.

You are an Eagles Fan! And you cheered through fucking Buddy Ryan's bullshit. Andy Reid and McNabb almost took down Brady in his prime! You should celebrate that team!

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WIP Wednesday

My first little BG3 drabble as I get used to everyone's voice! Not sure if I'll go anywhere with this, but it's fun to play around.

Summary: Folk hero Tav (Safiel) frustrates Astarion to no end. One evening, she asks him why.

Tagging if anyone has anything to share! @thebookworm0001 @shretl (happy birthday! 🎈) @thegoblinwitchqueen I consistently forget which of my mutuals is a writer/artist so if you want to share something, please do and tag me in it so I can see/remember!

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"Astarion, why does it bother you that I help people?"

Astarion startled out of his book. The silly little half-elf was looking over at him with those unsettling, mismatched eyes of hers. He tittered. "Oh, my dear, I'm quite certain you don't want my honest opinion."

But she was undeterred. "By all means, go ahead. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Astarion sighed shortly and snapped his book shut. For all her ditzy naiveté and sickeningly sweet do-goodedness, the girl had let him tag along with her and the snooty cleric and the fearsome githyanki, increasing his odds of survival at least a tad. She'd been a useful tool so far, hadn't blinked when he fessed up to being a vampire after she'd caught him (almost) red-handed, and had even offered her neck willingly with that wide-eyed conviction of the young and foolhardy who haven't yet learned how the world works.

He studied her for a moment. She never seemed put off by his fits of temper, even when he was trying to annoy her. Either she was just that dense, or she had incredibly poor survival instincts, which seemed an unlucky trait for a druid.

If he hadn't needed a source of fresh blood and someone to watch his back out here in the sunlight, he wouldn't have thought twice about slitting her throat. Even after he quite nearly gutted her, she had acted as though he'd behaved with perfectly reasonable self-preservation, and forgiven him immediately. 

But she was going to earn herself – and worse, him – a knife in the back if she didn't learn. And quickly.

Fool child. It rubbed him the wrong way.

And yet...

"My dear, simply that there are a million reasons why we should not waste what very little tentacle-free time we may have left on the plights of strangers, and I cannot think of a single reason why we should."

"We seem fairly tentacle-free so far. And if I happen upon someone who could use my help, why wouldn't I at least try?"

He gaped at her, flabbergasted. "Why wouldn't you – perhaps it has crossed your mind that we are risking our lives for random passers-by who could not be arsed to give a single shit about us in return? Fine, fine, do a few jobs if you need coin, if you must. But for free?"

She just looked at him placidly, a little smile on her face that annoyed him. "I had a wildcat once. A kitten, really – I found him, orphaned and half dead. He bit me when I tried to heal him, and bit me every time I fed him. But I didn't mind. I knew that to him, I was very big, and he was very small and scared, and he was only doing what he felt he needed to do to survive. I chose to help him even knowing I would be bitten, and scratched, and that perhaps he would never come to see me as a friend no matter how much kindness I showed him. But I couldn't walk away from something in pain knowing I could do something to ease it."

Astarion glared at her, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. "Is there a point to this frustratingly saccharine monologue, or can I return to my book?"

"You remind me of him," she quipped, a teasing glint in her eye when he, predictably, glowered at the comparison. 

"I am the disheveled bitey kitten you scooped up and fed scraps to? My dear, your analogy has a few holes."

Safiel laughed and tossed another branch into the fire. "I know. I didn't say it was perfect, only that you reminded me of him."

"Darling, I am no one's pet."

"He was never my pet. He was a wild creature. When he was well enough, he fled back to the woods where he belonged. I never planned nor attempted to tame him."

He eyed her suspiciously. "You see, this is precisely my point. Did you never think that perhaps one day, the fully grown wildcat you so lovingly wasted your energy on would pounce out of a tree and make you its dinner?"

"Of course I considered that. But should that day come, it would only be acting according to its nature. And if I couldn't defend myself, it would be fully within its rights to eat me."

Astarion glared. "You may not mind taking foolish risks with your life. In fact, I would encourage it! If my own fate was not so terribly twisted up with yours."

Safiel shrugged. "You're free to continue on your own way whenever you like, Astarion. I don't mind that you disagree with me. And I understand your reasoning better now – thank you for answering my question. I'll do better to consider that lives other than my own are also at stake here, and take your point of view into account in the future."

Well, Astarion did not know quite what to do with that. He couldn't remember the last time someone had thanked him for his opinion, or promised to take it under advisement. Not honestly, at least. 

"I don't want to take actions that others are uncomfortable with. Everyone has their opinions on the best course of action. But we all have the same very dire problem, so I hope we can find a way to work together. And to help each other."

Gods, she was so ready to believe they could all be a happy little family. And he truly believed her to be perfectly truthful about all of this.

What fairytale grove had she come from where life was all sunshine and rainbows? 

Astarion threw up his hands, book clutched in one of them, and made a frustrated sound. "Well, yes, I would agree to that. Our odds are certainly better together. If we don't spend our remaining hours saving kittens and starving little orphans."

Safiel had the gall to laugh. She inspected a branch in her hand, stripping off the leaves idly. "A reasonable request. But let me ask you – isn't it just as likely that one day, we may come to need help, and someone else may come along to offer it without expectation of reward? That the good we do now for others may find its way back to us?"

Astarion sputtered, speechless with outrage. "No!"

Safiel grinned at him. "Then you have not spent much time around druids, I imagine."

She actually winked at him. Then stood, brushed off her knees, and sashayed away to chat with Shadowheart, still smiling. 

"Ridiculous," Astarion muttered, rolling his eyes as he opened his book again. His eyes tracked her retreating form, wondering if people this empty-headed actually survived into adulthood, or if it was some sort of long con she was playing. If the latter, he had never seen such a good actor. "Absolutely absurd. Going to get us all killed, that naive child."

But still…he snuck one last glance up at her from beneath his lashes, scowling, wondering. 

[backjustforberena]

Do you think that if Rhaenyra had warded Luke to Rhaenys and Corlys as well as Baela post funeral and remarriage it would have changed things significantly for better or for worse?

Or would it remain the same downward path despite the step sideways?

(Would Rhaenys even accept him as a ward as gladly as she did Baela?)

Right, so I am going to preface this by saying I'm not a know-it-all about how this world works. I'm mainly going off what I read from the show, gut instinct, and comparable examples. So if I get something wrong, just shout.

Would Rhaenys accept Lucerys with the same gladness as she does Baela? No. Would you? And again, nothing to do with Lucerys. Everything to do with his mother. Rhaenyra is basically going: I killed your son, now raise mine for me so I still get everything I feel entitled to.

Rhaenys would do her best by Lucerys. I don't think she'd treat him or Baela differently, if this scenario happened. I think it would be fine and dandy because Rhaenys is, to use Daemon's compliment, neither cruel nor stupid. And she does care for those boys, but you can't expect her to be totally happy with the situation, not in the state of mind that she would be in.

But I don't think Lucerys being a ward of Driftmark was an option. Fundamentally, the only way that warding Lucerys to Driftmark might have changed anything is that it might have made Vaemond think twice about bringing his petition to the Crown. But I don't think it would have. I don't think Lucerys's lack of personal stake in the island was the cause of his succession being challenged, nor was it the reason that Rhaenys refused to initially back him. That was all politics.

The reason I don't think he was warded to Driftmark is for several reasons/factors:

Rhaenyra is super protective of Lucerys. She doesn't want any of her sons going anywhere. He's also younger than Baela, and not of an age to be warded so formally at the time of the remarriage (I don't think). Honestly, if Rhaenys is taking on a second child then, sorry, but Rhaena is in that second spot.

There's the sexism of it all. Why ward him to Driftmark if the Lord of Driftmark isn't there? What can Rhaenys teach him? Baela is not warded to Driftmark or to her grandsire. She's specifically Rhaenys's ward because Rhaenys can teach her things and be that role model as a woman of nobility and a dragon-rider.

There's also the sentimentality of Baela being Laena's daughter. And the suggestion that it's done specifically to mend the relationship and placate Rhaenys following Laenor's death and the whole host of bad feelings that exists now. Rhaenyra foisting her son (which is how it would look) to help clean up her newly made mess would be rude. And it would be risky, especially if it looked to be to Velaryon detriment, causing the Velaryons to go on the attack, rather than just keep themselves to themselves, which is what they end up doing.

It would possibly cancel out any good intention brought about by offering Baela. Again, none of this is personal towards Lucerys (and there is no way Rhaenys would ever harm or neglect that boy), but it's personal between Rhaenyra and Rhaenys.

Small factor, but good to remember - Corlys never named him as his heir. Not formally. We have his intentions, but he scarpers off to war pretty soon after Laenor dies and never names Lucerys in the place of his son. The window to formalise a wardship, never mind a wardship that would be of benefit to Lucerys, is probably slim. Also: Corlys would be super p***ed at this point in time. Do you want to be Rhaenyra and poke that bear? Do you want to risk Corlys saying "no"? Risk him acting vindictively and cutting Lucerys off? Rhaenyra doesn't know that he wouldn't do that.

Rhaenyra sees no urgency to making Lucerys close to Driftmark, then leave it. It doesn't matter. Of course it's his inheritance, who else would have it? She cannot foresee Vaemond doing what he does. She doesn't see any of Episode 08 coming at all.

So yeah, it just doesn't seem to be an idea that would be logical, to me, within that short timeframe, despite obviously, with hindsight it perhaps making a difference. But, again, Vaemond doesn't do it because Lucerys gets greensick. He does it because Lucerys isn't his great-nephew by blood.

And even if Rhaenys had gone to bat for Lucerys from the get-go, when it came to the succession, Otto and Vaemond would still have the ruling. Rhaenys's opinion and words meant nothing, so long as Otto spoke with the King's voice. It would be harder to shift her but even then, it could be that Vaemond, knowing Rhaenys would speak for Lucerys, chooses not to tell her he's raising a petition as he does in the show. Or it could be that Rhaenys is close to Lucerys who says he doesn't want the inheritance and she goes "Okay, let's do that then" - OR we could have it where she was going to bat for Lucerys, Viserys walks in, she still bats for Lucerys but no betrothals for the grandkids because Rhaenyra doesn't need to get her onside. Or, because warding Lucerys might not have looked like it was working, Rhaenyra offers the betrothals earlier (perhaps even Baela & Lucerys given they grow up together now) but... I can't see the political need and Rhaenyra, in the show, only does it for political need.

Long and short of it? Same downward path with a few differences, just because the fundamental causes of strife would remain. Rhaenyra would still have "murdered" Rhaenys's son. Corlys would still be super absent. Vaemond would still not see Lucerys as his blood. Rhaenys would still be constrained by her position and no one's positions of power would have changed.

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@bldrdsh liked this post for a closed starter; karter & emerson.

the night was getting later. his guest were dwindling down to only five left. they had came from varies places emery performed at. a few were fans that loved his music. no matter how they knew them, they all came for one thing that was to celebrate his birthday.

he had decided to have an early birthday celebration because he figured that those who came wouldn't be able to make it on halloween. emerson felt they all had better things to do on the holiday then sing him happy birthday. so he happily opened his home and nearly everyone he invited came. except one.

julian.

he always had hope his brother wouldn't let him down. but he knew deep down that his oldest brother always found a way. and seeing his guest leave until it's just him, emerson soon knew it his gut instinct was right. that dickhead let him down.

sighing, emerson starts to clean up the mess that was left behind. the fact that no one stayed longer to help him clean up wasn't much of a surprise. it was always the same. people came over to pretend they enjoyed his company, but left him with all the hard work in the end.

emery's brought out of his wallows with a sharp knock. a smile graces his face as he drops the trash bag and heads to the door. "you finally decided to make it!" he says, pulling open the door. "you're just one time to help... oh hey karter." emerson finally looks at who knocked on the door; his smile dropping immediately. "where's... where's julian?" he didn't really want to know. but at least it would be some sort of explanation. "he ditched me, huh?" his head shakes and emerson steps aside. "come inside... please." he holds the door open and waits for karter to go in.

[drowningworms]

McNabb didn't "choke" in the Superbowl. And give Andy a break about mismanaging the clock when he did everything else he possibly could to coach the Avengers into nearly defeating Thanos without any deus ex machina bull shit.

Just pure gumption and genius coaching. But nothing beats 2000's Brady. Even as a fucking AARP member with the fucking Tampa Bay Rays he's still formidable and a regular contender for the Superbowl today.

Back then Brady and the Patriot offense was an unstoppable force that just plowed up and down the field and every possession ended in a TD.

The 2004 Eagles kept up with Brady.

And our defense fucked him up like the spirit of Reggie White possessed them.

They made him cry and throw a tantrum and got dirt on his uniform. And turf in his face mask. Hitting and hurrying Brady almost every down against the very best offensive line money and guaranteed Superbowl rings can buy.

And fucking Brady just got even better.

And yet. And yet with Terrell Owens on a broken leg playing half speed yet doing outrageous plays and a nervous McNabb playing extremely competently using his legs and working well with Westbrook doing his magic and Owens showboating, Andy Reid almost did it. He almost got his offense to keep up with Brady and his defense to slow Brady down enough to give Donovan a chance to win.

But McNab let the pressure get to him at the end and stopped having fun. And began to hesitate and second guess instead of just instinctively having fun and playing at his usual superhuman level.

He just got nervous. A real chance to beat Brady! And win the Superbowl for Philly at last! With his favorite teammates and coach Andy Reid! (Andy Reid is what Joe Paterno pretended to be.)

Donovan McNabb got nervous because only Tom Brady wouldn't get nervous at the thought of facing Brady let alone hoping to beat him in the Superbowl when he was playing top of his game. So Donovan "choked" and made some shit plays at the end there. But up till then he had danced up and down the field vs the Patriots defense and kept up with Brady blow for blow. McNabb was beautiful that day.

Andy Reid was on his game too and against all odds almost lead the Avengers to victory against Brady.

But Brady and Bellicheck with Gronk on his game is absolutely invincible. Just an unstoppable force where you are hoping for a failed 1st down run and and short second to make for a long third and then some kind of miracle stop or on third and long. The best defense was to try and draw fouls. Because you can't stop the guy. You just have to slow him down and hope for one or pray for two bad throws this 3rd down.

Like, third and thirty five was difficult but doable most possessions.

Eagles actually hit that smug father fucker a whole bunch on his way up and down the field. It didn't stop him. But it was hella fun to watch as my team almost beat Brady in his prime, but nothing could ever beat Brady in his prime. Even on his bad days he was nothing short of perfect and intelligent and creative and instinctual that borders on godlike.

I hate his guts and I just don't know why. He seems hella nice. He's too good looking and dates a model but good for him on all of that. I'm happy to see decent guys win the lottery. But I still don't like him. Such is life. I wish him well in everything but football. Get sacked Brady.

But yeah, no body, no matter how well prepared, trained and superhuman can be perfect for the entire Superbowl. You are going to lose some possessions without having scored.

The Eagles were a true Super Bowl team. Any other decade they would have won any Super Bowl against any team outside of the 2000's Patriots. They made every offensive line in the NFL look silly and picked off future hall of famers every other down.

The Lombardi Trophy belonged to Brady back then. Pure and simple. It was just who is going to lose spectacularly in the Super Bowl after playing big fish in a small pond till now.

Eagles almost beat Brady in his prime, but nothing can keep up with a demigod.

I submit that the 2004 Eagles were a feat of genius by Andy

He was able to cobble together a really good team around his star QB and other key players who are all hall of famers now. And I don't know how he snatched up Owens. Owens was amazing. He just had a big mouth and was a showboat. He backed up every boast too and made the greatest future hall of famer DBs miss every single time. And everyone loved it. Except the fucking racist NFL and some pundits.

Andy managed to cobble together this amazing 2004 Eagles team and got them working together even though they didn't like each other at first and help them run together so well that he almost took this army of reject NFL superheroes up against Thanos and won.

He had Donovan Captain America leading the charge. Somehow we had Deadpool with a sharpie up his sleeve carving up the captains of Thanos. And mysterious preternatural undersized Black Panther Westbrook conducting acrobatic feats y'all wouldn't believe today. Even still that man's shit was like watching Black Panther dance around dealing broken ankles and first downs out of third and long every time McNabb got in trouble.

But even the Avengers can't beat 2000s Brady.

Give McNabb and Andy Reid their due respect. They almost did the impossible together. Don't give them such trash about minor little lapses in perfection. You aren't the God of Noah.

You are an Eagles Fan! And you cheered through fucking Buddy Ryan's bullshit. Andy Reid and McNabb almost took down Brady in his prime! You should celebrate that team!