#tie is wrong everyone kill this guy with hammers

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guess who ^^

[carpenoctemnyx]

Every single little moment in NPMD in order that just scratches my brain in the best way. I mean tbh the whole show does, but these moments are what the tism is grasping onto.

(WARNING: Its a LOT of moments, so theyre all under the cut since the post is so fuckin long)

"And I can survive it for only so long"(all of them)

The "im so fucking dead" from the ensemble during steph and pete's convo

"'CHEATER!!' 'OH GOD BUTT OUT CHASITY!!'"

"My melody! My melody! My melody"

"AWOOO! AWOOO! RAWR!"

"Grace just be cool! NEVER!"

"Im so fucking dead! YEAH!!"

"No! I wanna be invisible! Then why do you come to a public school dressed in suspenders and a fuckin bow tie?"

"Sycamore? I'd rather starve to death."

"Oh my god!! YOU'RE Micro-Peter! Oh, god."

"This outfit it the tapestry of my trauma!"

"Anyone every do this? *snap* Every damn day. My titties are tenderized!"

"It's polish."

"Spankoffski! Who are you running from? Ehh."

"He's straight ahead!"

"You wont defeat his kind. Never look in the eye. He's a literal monster!"

"Everyone knows how he BANGS!"

"He roars, and we cry, hes the reason with no why. He's a literal monster! A damn literal monster!"

"It's 3rd period, Shit-lips. I gotta get to remedial algebra."

"I never intended to walk through your hallway. Ohhh well theres a difference between intent and impact."

"FUCKNUGGET!!"

"Haha YEAH! NO dumbass!"

"Ohhh sorry! Fresh out of your favorite food! I guess im just gonna have to flick it!"

"Ohhhh a two bagger? Hahahaha! Whats a two bagger?"

"Oh!! That's so sick bro! Thats so fuckin funny! PYAHHH *punch sound*"

"Get him up!! Get this fucker up!!"

"Now deposit this trash in the nearest receptacle."

"Haha haha hahaha! Spunk! You're funny."

"*appalled* carry my books!?"

"Chasity, come on! You're breakin my balls."

"You dont know me very well, do you??"

"Watch some p0rn! You'll see! Tell me im wrong dirty girl. Dont call me that!"

"My little dirty girl *that one audience member OHHH*"

"And his name is Jesus Christ!"

"Forbidden fruit, dick hole!"

"You can leave, but you wont, stay in your seat!"

max's lil dance when hes singing "better leave your hopes behind no ones gonna stop me" that leads into that lil airplane arms move

also including the dance move with kyle "you wont defeat his kind, never look in the eye"

"You can watch as i rise! I will claim what is mine!"

"Learn to multi-task!"

"Well, well. If its not my october surprise."

"Stephanie, please, I'd like to have an intelligent conversation with you. In other words, shut up."

"Hooow ominous"

"Hey that looks like my... phone. It is."

"Please daddy?"

"NOO!! *dives forward and shoves hand in the way* Did you just put your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone??? ...yeah..."

How... am i supposed to study withOUT LISTENING TO SPOTIFY!?!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?? YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! If only, Stephanie. If only."

"This project's on thermo-dynamics. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"God! I just want someone to touch me! Anyone, PLEASE! Jesus! Calm down Ruth."

"Somebody walks to the office with Stephanie LauTer and suddenly he's Stefan Urquelle."

The way Richie Says peTe and uuusing you

"What was it like when she touched your arm? DID YOU CUM??? Ruth! Quit it!"

The way Richie says peTeR

"I'll never hold the real Rei and Asuka in my arms"

The way Pete says "Sorry!" To Ruth when his phone is ringing

The way Richie says TelemArkeTer

"NANI!?!?" *Ruth and Richie creeping towards Pete*

"What is she saying? What the FUCK is she saying!?"

"Oh my god!! Oh my god!! What's the matter with you guys!?"

"WEEOO WEEOO!!"

"I'm actually the smart one in the group, if you can believe that."

"Really Ruth? A star wars analogy? Need i go into why Attack On Titan is superior in EVERY possible way!?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Excuse me? Uh, not you. Just these two FUCKING nerds that wont leave me alone."

"They dont call it a cram session for nothing! Watch some p0rn! You'll see!"

"You're telling me I gotta be funny, AGAIN? I didnt do it on purpose the FIRST time!"

The way Richie says opportunity. It sounds like opportudidy

"Thats your perspective"

"Oh whoa whoa oh"

Then again im deranged"

"What if people see me as someone other than who I am"

"If i can finally be cool i will know that im not a loser!"

"I'm the ruler!"

"OHHHH! *crowd cheers* SHUT UP!"

"EUGH!! So you're a POOR piece of shit then?"

"Well im sick of your sh-sh-shit"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP JASON!!"

"I dont give a fuck what she said! I did not consent to this rendez-voos!"

"I decide if Kyle can date Brenda. *turns to Jason* The answer's still no... by the way!"

"I willed it into existence"

"Im your God. Now on your knees, bitch. It's time to say your fuckin prayers! *cuts to the Chasitys* Amen!"

"Mmm, that house. What's wrong with it? Its haunted. Everyone says so."

"DAD GROSS!!"

"Mom will you pass the butt stuff? The butter. Butter. Will you pass the butter? Eheh I just want some head and butter. BREAD! BREAD! Bread and butt sex to go with this big shaft of meat im gonna choke down. Ohhhh boy. Oh criminy!"

"And theyre flyin reaaal low today"

"Some big, dumb, sexy, sweaty, hooot, football star"

The way Grace says "Hello??" When fantasy Max is calling her name

"Im hungry, and here you are brewing up a big ol' pot of dirty girl soup *siffs aggressively* ahhhh! My favorite!"

"You call my bath water dirty girl soup? This is wrong! This is sooo wrong"

"I know!" *max rips off his jacket and the crowd screams*

"I love... to FUCK!"

The entirety of Dirty Girl Soup song but extra extra emphasis on certain parts

"Hey boo, daddy needs a little of that dirty soup"

"You're lookin all filthy like, you know its wrong i know its right"

"I'll never ever tell ya to behave i am expecting you to be-betray me"

"Ima love you all night long" including Max's lil hip thing

"Oh! Dirty dirty girl wont you sing for me wont you love me like you dont care. (all of these esp the ones with Grace)

"Hey brute"

"Its clear you never stepped in a classroom" including Grace's lil dance move here

The way Grace says School

"For shame. I am expecting you to be-behave" including Grace's lil dance move here too

"On your knees pray along, if you wanna last until dawn"

And then the dirty dirty girl section including the dance

"RAH-AHH" *hand wave thing* and the second one of this too

"Got me hungry for more. Hungry for more."

"Im a im a im a good girl x4 WHO ON OCCASSION GETS DIRTY!!"

Again cue the dirty dirty girl bit + dance

Grace's lil shaky moan thing after "poisons the air"

"Damn these wandering hands! Damn these sinful loins!"

"This is a no-moan household!"

".....I'll get the plunger...."

"Girl! That must be so embarrassing for you."

"Standing up the mayor's daughter like he's got no fucks to give? Not gonna lie. Thats really sexy."

"Oh my god! The fucking bowtie kid??"

"Hey uh... dweeb! *both Richie and Ruth respond* yeah?"

"Oh shes touching meee! Luckyyyy!"

"Its better than i even imagined" *cute lil twirl*

"And what, pray tell, may that be, Stephanie?"

"God, you suck, Grace."

"Isn't this like breaking and entering? Im not breaking anything. My dad's the realtor!" *jingles keys*

"Hacked em to bloody bits!"

"PottyPants? How about PissyPants? Im not comfortable with the plan if it involves that kind of language."

"Im not comfortable with this place. Its not structurally sound."

"Don't bully me!"

The whole Bully the Bully song but extra extra emphasis on specific parts

Grace's lil snap and spin moment

"Petey gonna jump on out" *Pete's lil move here*

Ruth saying "we're gonna cut off his nips!" And then Richie's lil shimmy move

"Ahhhhahhhh"

"Richie the whole point is that its in the dark! Well then im gonna have to shoot the whole thing in a wide, and its gonna look like shit!"

"No! We're gonna be cool beans. We're gonna keep the beans cool. We're gonna gonna keep the beans, beans the cool, keep the beans, the cool, keep the beans, bean school. Beans school? Excellent!"

"I still wanna talk.... Hello...? Hello....? Hello? Who was that? My boyfriend! Sounded like a telemarketer. Okay, my EX boyfriend."

"You're the best friend ive ever had. Oh thats sad. I think im in love with you. Okay..." *walks away*

"Am i reading as ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?"

"You kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown. Ohhh. But that could still work, he gets pretty scary sometimes."

Ruth's lil butt wiggle

"I mean you could just hit it and quit it, bro! Yeah... I dont want to though... You're fuckin useless pete!"

When Max walks up and burps and says "i gott piss" and this does a cute lil bouncy move

"Oh shiiiit. Wheres that creepy music comin from?"

"do it alfuckinready"

"Who's there? Maaaaax Jagermannn. WHAT!?"

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Its a fuckin ghost!"

"Its time to stop running!" *chugs bear and smashes the can on his head and yeets it, then puts up his fists* "float over here ghost,* starts punching the air* im gonna kick your fucking ass!"

"Uhhh you cant fight me im an etheral being soooo... we'll see about that. Ima make you say boo-hoo, bitch! *charges at pete and pete runs away screaming* YESSSS I MAKE THE DEAD RUN IN FEAR!!! I AM JAGERMAAAAAN!!! I AM GOOOOD!!!! GOOO NIGHTHAWKS!!!"

*skele-ruth runs ins and does her lil scream thingy* "oh shit! Oh fuck! I didnt think there'd be a skele'en here! Im so fucking scared of skele'ens! Maybe i should just run! Where, Max?? Back home so Dad can call you a little cuck?? Can't even fight off one lousy skele'en?? No! I got not choice! Hey, Skele'en! I got a bone to pick with you, bitch!"

"It's working for me! He's sooo violent!"

Ruth's lil yelp after steph tells max to stop

"Steph we cant have a party here! This place is hella haunted!"

"It's all a prank. A trick to scare the shit out of you cuz you deserve it. What??? You're telling me you nerds put this whole thing together just for me? Wow. I though you guys hated me. But thanks. This was really great. You're not pissed? Oh! Are you kidding?? Nonono this is like THE nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Ohhhh! And the skele'en. Oh. That was really special" *Max bows to Ruth*

"Look what you fuckin nerds made me do! I pissed my fucking pants! ....mission accomplished???" *Pete signaling to cut it out and Ruth and Grace behind him like wtf Richie*

"This wasnt murder! And it wasnt an accident! It was an act of God!"

"Oh yeah! Like thats gonna hold up in court! He was smote!"

Grace's snap and spin again and Richie groaning "oh nooo shes snapping again!!"

"We're gonna hack all his limbs off! Did you say hack all his limbs off?? Yeah! We're gonna hack all his limbs off!"

"You want me to films this!?!?!?!"

"Aaahhhahhhh"

"Thank god Max is gone. Wasnt he your friends?? YEAAAAHHHH but he forbade me from dating, AND he wrecked my dad's Ski-Doo. FUCK that guy."

"Good news! You passed the test?? With flying colors! Oh-ho! Aaaaaa C+"

"Ya know, this is really your C+. Oh... Steph... you can keep it. It'd really bring down my GPA."

"No, Jagerman doesnt let nerds go to footba-... huh... you know maybe i will."

"Go, go Nighthawks! We'll take the fight unto the victors go the spoils! Go, go Nighthawks! We're taking flight we are the leaders and the royals! AHH-AHH!" Including the lil bird wing flappy thing

"N! I-G! H-T! AHH-AHH! KS!"

And the dudes in the background goin "Night! Hawks! Night! Hawks! Fly!"

"Fuuuck you Clivesdale go get fucked! You're fuckin losers, and we'll kill you! Kill your ass!"

They're my bros for life!"

Richie struggling to take off the mascot costume

"Ohhh. I remember what /I/ said. Do you? You FUCKIN NERD?"

"That aint good news for you, ya bitch"

"You shouldve joined the smoke club, you nerdy prude! NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE! *cue Jon bein fuckin goated at imitating a levitation* Nerdy prudes must diiiie!"

"I want you to repeat after me. Okay... Who will pray for me? Who will pray for me? When im gone? When im gone? Until another Richie, comes along. Can you repeat that one? WHO WILL PRAY FOR MEEE WHEN IM GONNNE OR IS THIIIIS THE ETERNAL DARK WITHOUT A DAWN! Who will pray for you? Who will pray for me? When your body's gone? When my body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done! I'M NOT A LOSER! WHAT DID YOU SAY!?! ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏᶦˡˡ ᵐᵉ. Im not a nerdy prude. Im not a loser! Of course nooot, Richiiie."

“He wasn’t sexy at all… MAMA IM CURED!!!”

“Shoot n shinola!”

“Mornin Daaaaadddy!”

“You don’t say? You don’t say! Welllll I’ll be down there in a jiffy! What did they find dad? They didn’t say!”

“Gosh! I hope it’s not termites! Haha”

“Ohhhh heck. I’m so heckin fudged!”

When the gang is getting called to the principals office and Pete just says “oh no” in like a monotone-y way

“Dont look at me! Get your hands out of your pockets! ….sorry sir….”

The reluctant “go nighthawks”

“Shut the fuck up Ruth!”

“We lost to CLIVESDALE!! FUCKIN *kicks chair* CLIVESDALE!!!”

“Yeahhh… thanks for NOTHIN!!!”

“Yes Ruth! We are fucked!”

“People tell me to die everyday!”

“Someone spilled the beans! All our cool beans!”

Again Ruth’s “Don’t bully me!!”

Pete’s lil “no” when Grace accuses him

“I’m gonna get those pigs off our backs!”

“Shock! Despair! Tragedy!"

“I’ve never known darker times, and I covered the protest live at the Hatchetfield Kennel! I am Dan Reynolds! With action news, week days at 10pm.”

And down down down down, who’s swinging the hatchet now in hatchet town! Someone’s got their hands on the hatchet handle. Swingin on the youth it’s a hatchet scandal. Careful or your folks will end up a cannibals plate. It ain’t great! You’re better on the run than you are hiding, suddenly this quiet town’s exciting.”

“I heard that their brains were soup, their intestines cut in two. So it’s gotta be Donna! What??? Yeah it’s gotta be Donna! DAAAAN!?!?!”

“I certainly don’t LOVE killing”

“Barry’s on the loose and he’s got a gun, and he’s got a motive to kill. IM IN A HURRY!!!”

“Get your hands off me!!!”

“Careful or your kids will end up on Charlie’s plate. Excuse me?? He just ate! How dare you!”

“Singing all these songs gives him greater windows to kill, but we’re singing still!!”

And now THIS PART. The ENTIRETY OF BRYCE CHARLES’ SOLO. It’s fucking transcendent!!!

“Until GERALD! went on his murder spreeeee! I KNEW IT WAS GERALD!! Linda, call my lawyer. Let’s kill him!!”

“Can I shit or will I drown??”

“Ohhhh barbecue monologues, eh? I saw that in New York. Really? How was it? Fuckin ✨transcendent✨”

Joey's whole monologue thing here but extra emphasis on “Every Kah-bob”

“I wanna remember who I am….”

Trevor’s “My barbecue!”

*ruth throws hands up* “I guess!”

“Betcha I could do it! Betcha I could!”

“in my dream, it’s MY barbecue!” *ruth’s little arm wave thing*

“How can something be medium AND well?”

“All of the trappings of the well to-do!”

“And life is fine, if only it were mine.”

“Judge me!”

“And the world’s a stage, when you’re middle of age.”

“It’s well done on the outside, not within! OOOH!”

“Oh ohhh just for once! Just for once! Just for oooooonce!”

Ruth’s cute lil tap dance move

“I used to dance. I used to dance”

“Oh nooo my anxiety *gags* I’m gonna hurl!”

“I believe your next line is AAAAHHHH”

“Project Ruth! They can’t hear you in the back row! Ow, my butt! You’re splitting me in two!”

Max slowly putting the “underwear” over Ruth’s head and then petting her

“Take a bow, bitch!”

The theater director’s dramatic screaming

“No nonono! You can’t do this to me okay?? This isn’t my fault! This isn’t my plan! Woah woah woah who’s place was it Grace? IT WAS GODS PLAN!! And now he’s leaving me out to dry! DO SOMETHING YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

“Don’t! FOLLOW ME!”

“And he gives me his numberrrr! Very smooth!”

“EXCUSE ME! *audience screaming* I have been waiting for what feels like five fucking years and I STILL have not received my goddamn hot chocolate! Sorryy sir *deadpans fake spitting* here you go. …thank you….”

“MY dad sells women’s shoes!”

“Don’t spin this back on meee”

“Because you’re crazy about me. …..WHAT!?”

“On the first date, Steph? Have some respect for yourself!”

“If I loved you, you would know it. If I loved you, I would show it. If I love you like you should be loved. If I loved you like I’m capable of. If you were the one I’m thinking of, woah ohhh, oh babe I’d let you know”

“Wake me up when you turn eighteeeeen”

“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!” *shove*

“Did they buy it? Ha!”

“Gimme a cup of hot water, and make it strong!”

“Does your phone plan cover calls to hell?”

“She’s bisexual and dead! Where else would she be??”

*whips out gun* “JUST COOL YOUR BEANS, STEPH! Just cool em right the heck down!”

“Shut the front door, spankoffski!”

“SIR! DOOOO NOT APPROACH ME! GET YOU HANDS OUTTA YOUR POCKETS! PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN! HE’S GOING FOR A GUN!! *runs at paul*”

Pete’s “HOLY SHIT!!” When officer bailey rushes at Paul

“STOP RESISTING! STOP RESISTING!” *cue Emma screaming*

“You ruined our lives Grace!! I knowwww *sobbing* I just haven’t been thinking clearly lately. All I wanted was to be a regular girl, with no sexual desire, until she was safely married. I never asked for this tickle in my mommy spot. I’ve done so many terrible things, like touching myself and lying to the police. …..and dismembering a body….. well… we all did that, so…. But I called god a son of a b-word. Who am I!?!? *more sobbing* ohh.. it’s alright Grace. Don’t comfort her. She’s fuckin weird.”

“Stephanie, please. I’ve been bugging your phone since you were 12.”

“I don’t give a shit who you kill, but you just HAD to go and do it in that house, didn’t you?”

“A book??”

“You mean… satan? Oh no… they’re much worse.”

“K-yuck, k-yuck, k-fuck!”

*head gets thrown on stage* *collective screams* “Damn you miss tessburger! You were worthless!”

“Nerdy Prudes must die. That’s not me! I’m an elected official!”

“I can buy you beer!”

“I hate politics! It’s for NERDS!”

“Pete get behind me! I’ve got a gun! Steph, it’s a ghost… I don’t think that’s gonna do any good…. On the ground, bitch! I’m a cop!”

“Heck! Heck no!”

“Are you a woman of faith? Catholic. I’ll take that as a no.”

“He’s right there! WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Pete, is she okay? Can you feel a pulse? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

The entirety of the summoning scene. It’s my favoritest part of the whole show.

Extra extra emphasis on “we don’t give a shit about your phone!”

Max’s slow mo run beat boxing to stop the bullet

“So you do know the Bible”

Grace taking her hair down and shaking it out

“Grace what are you doing?? SHUT YOUR FUCKING FART HOLE SPANKOFFSKI!! I wanna hear this! As you were saying Grace….”

“Brewin a pot of dirty girl soup, just for you! What?? Uhh, It’s what you call my bath water in my sexual fantasies. *GASP* that’s nastyyy….. I like it.”

“What… the fuck… is happening right now!?!?”

“GRRRR! I’ll be right back!”

The background dialogue of Grace and Max and then Peter saying “holy cow they’re doin it! Grace is having sex with a fucking ghost!”

Grace sauntering out and smoking a cigarette and saying “wooow I needed that” and then max being baby girl and swinging his legs in the air and saying “where you goin? Don’t you wanna cuddle a little bit?”

“I paid the price, now fuck off” *Grace twirl*

“Nonooooooowwwhatever! It was fuckin worth it!”

“What the fuck you just say to me!?!?”

“Mom said it would help me make friends. Boy was she wrong.”

“Liek eye dew”

“That was… absolutely disgusting!!”

Graces evil laugh “the souls of the pervs make me strong” more evil laughter

“DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE! DIRTY DUDES MUST DIIIIEEE!!”

“RUN YOU LITTLE BITCH”

“Darkness will spare my soul”

“Run dudes. RUN”

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Okay, I had fun with this, please try not to read any of these questions as criticisms of the idea:

What counts as a weapon?

Can you whack people with a chair?

Can you punch them?

Can you punch them while wearing a ring?

Can you run over someone with a cart?

Can you run over someone with a cart *by accident*?

Can you hurt your thumb with a hammer? If a normal hammer doesn't count as a weapon, could you sell warhammers as "thumb-safe hammers"? (I just realized this doesn't work because it says "impossible to harm *others*", but I left it in because it's funny)

Do boxing gloves count as a weapon? If they do, but fists don't, would the glove pass though and the bare fist land? Same question for any small, handheld weapon.

Do poisons work?

Does alcohol count as a poison? Medicines with negative side effects?

What counts as harm?

Can you grab people? Tie them up? If that doesn't count (or rope doesn't count as a weapon), does it start to count when they harm themselves trying to get out?

What counts as "others"? Other humanoids? Other animals? Other living things? Other *nouns*?

Can you harm dead bodies? Animated objects? *Previously* animated obects?

Do you need a Noble's permission to mow your lawn?

What counts as permission?

If one noble says "everyone has my permission to harm anyone forever", does the whole system break down? If not, what stops that from working?

Does it have to be addressed to you specifically? Do they even have to know who you are? Do they have to give permission individually, or can they do groups?

Do they have to know who they're giving permission to harm? Can they use categories? Can they give future permission, conditioned on something? If they said "all guards have permission to hurt the serial killer", can guards now conduct an investigation by attempting to stab everyone?

What if they're being vague or subjective? "The coolest person in the room has permission to harm anyone whose vibe is off".

In case they can't use descriptors, how are they allowed to specify people? Does "that guy" work, or do they have to know his name? Does a nickname count? If you just used a name, would it apply to anyone with the same name?

Can they specify the amount of harm? can they ensure capture by permitting someone to get only mostly killed?

Since it's very literal, does it fail if the noble gets details wrong or uses figures of speech? If there's more than one valid literal interpretation, do all of them get applied? Does it just fail? Does it make a "judgement call"?

If it gets used a lot, I'm picturing an entire profession of magical lawyers/programmers helping nobles write up their permissions so that they get the intended outcomes.

[10ths-writing-corner]

Whumptober day #3- Gunpoint

“Hurry up! Tie him up and take him down!” One of the men yelled, his gun and attention still aimed at the group of doctors and the rest of the staff who were held hostage. All the staff except for one doctor…

“Dr. Schneep! Let him go!” A young nurse shouted in fear tho he is quick to quiet down when the rifle is pointed towards his direction.

“It is fine, Ben. Everything will be fine.” Despite the situation, despite him being beaten for answers, Henrik still held a comforting smile but it was long gone when the armed man hit the back of his head with his weapon. A quiet gasp tore from his chest and a groan when his whole body hit the tiled floor. The room spun, and spun. His staff developed doubles of each other, and Ben had an phantom after effect as he tried to move closer to him. He definitely was given a concussion.

His heart hammered with fear against his chest, he knew if he made the wrong move it would cost a life and that is the last thing Henrik needed in his conscience. If he just followed whatever they said, everyone else would be fine… And yet, he found himself chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” The guy holding him down practically growled, shoving the barrel harshly against Henrik’s skull. The action didn’t make the doctor wince, nor flinch. In fact, that only made his chuckle grow into a full on laughter. That alone made both men want to take a step back, and the staff being held hostage feel discomfort and worry.

“Go on. Kill me. This is such childish play compared to what I have been through.” The room went quiet, the tension growing and almost becoming suffocating. “Do it. Take the shot straight through my skull. See what type of hell you will unleash, and what type of monster you will face after it.” Henrik dared, still laughing, tears brimming his icy blue eyes. Ben looked at him horrified for his statement, and so did the two robbers. “You take me away, you will be willing to face Jackieboy’s wrath?”

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With Cherries On Top

Chapter 11: The Wedding & The Confession

Summary/Author’s Note: You and Max made it to the alter. Everything is about to go perfectly according to plan--until a change of heart and impromptu confession calls the whole thing off. 

We are so close guys. It's gonna hurt before it gets better.

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader (The Proposal AU) Word Count: 4.3k Rating/Warnings: R - language, angst, confessions, feelings, cliffhanger, did I mention angst? And the Grinch’s small heart...grew three sizes that day.

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Sometime in the middle of the night it had started snowing. Big, fluffy flakes slowly fell and twinkled in the early morning sunrise, making it a perfect day for an Alaskan wedding. You felt more like a hostage than a bride, however, as your family all but demanded you stayed in your room to maintain the element of surprise. They brought you breakfast, your dress, makeup bag, but as you sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed you wished they would bring you Max. 

He had almost said something the night before. Hadn’t he? It seemed every time he wanted to tell you something important, he got interrupted, or was too nervous to get the words out. Nervous? Max Phillips? No. There was no way. You were projecting your own complicated feelings onto Max in a desperate hope that he felt the same way about you that you did about him. But how did you feel about him? At this point, you weren’t even sure. 

Did you love him? No. Maybe? You definitely didn’t want him out of your life or back to the way things were. Things would never be the way they used to be. He was no longer the cold and unfeeling bastard that sat behind his desk and made your life hell. Perhaps when you both got back to New York he would revert back to his old ways. The clock would strike midnight and he would become the metaphorical fanged pumpkin, changing back into a bespoke-suit jackass. No way. You couldn’t see that either. 

You smoothed your hands down your dress and traced a finger along the beaded embroidery of the bodice. Max would love it. His large fingers tracing over the lace as the two of you danced--you shook your head, trying to shove down such silly images. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t a real marriage. And you were not the blushing bride or doting husband. This. Was. Pretend. 

Despite the temperature outside, you had chosen a dress that accentuated your tits. You’d bear the cold just to see the look on his face when you showed up to a winter wedding with bare shoulders and a sweetheart neckline. The thought made you laugh quietly to yourself, because no matter what had happened this week, Max was still Max. You were still you. And the two of you could figure this out and argue your way through it together. That’s how you did everything else. 

A knock at your door brought your attention to it as you stood up and gathered your skirts. “Yeah?”

“It’s me.”

You felt yourself stop breathing as Max’s voice came from the other side of the door and you hurried to it. When you tried to pull the handle, it stopped, only allowing the door open a few inches. You pulled again and it stayed firm. Max was keeping his hand on the door handle. 

“Your grandma would kill me if she knew I saw you before the wedding,” he chuckled but it was humorless.

“Max, come on--” you tried to argue.

“Listen, I needed to tell you something before the wedding.” His voice was stern and the way he kept a handle on what you assumed to be desperation, made you stop talking. “I haven’t seen you all morning and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Me too,” you agreed quietly as you put your hand on the door where you imagined him to be and leaned your body against it. “Is this about last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were going to tell me something. Before my grandma came in,” you bit your lip and swear he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. 

Max paused for a minute and you wished you could have seen his face. "No. It's--it's something else." 

“Are you okay?” you worried.

“I’m fine.” The door stayed firmly in place but he moved his fingers around the edge and you touched them gently. You heard him sigh softly and he moved his hand just enough to envelop your fingers with his. "Evan was right."

"Evan?"

"Don't make me say it again," he said flatly. "You should have been promoted a long time ago."

You laughed and shook your head. "Yeah, I know that Max--"

"But I denied all of the promotion offers on purpose." He said quickly and you felt like the other shoe had just dropped on your face. "I knew giving you what you deserved meant losing you as an assistant."

"You didn’t promote me so you could keep me as your secretary?” you asked, your voice going a little shrill towards the end as you thought off all you had done for him over the last five years. “You selfish, son of a--"

"I know. I know." He cut you off and you yanked on the door but he held it shut with ease. "But that doesn't matter now, because when you get back to New York, they're going to offer you a job with four years of back pay and I want you to take it."

"What job?" you snapped.

"Irrelevant."

"Max--"

"Tell me you'll take it. You deserve it and I need to know you'll tell them 'yes'."

"Max--"

"Tell me."

"Yes. Fine. Okay. I'll take the job." You knew your tone was overly exasperated but the sigh of relief he let out was enough to make your chest ache. 

"See you at the altar, sweetheart." He said quietly and you bit your lip. "Don't stand me up." His teasing tone was back in his voice and you just needed to touch him. Slap him. Hug him. You hadn’t decided which--maybe both. But you needed to make sure he really was okay and this wasn't just a facade to hide whatever he wasn't telling you. 

He let go of the door and you took a breath before pulling it open as fast as you could and stepping out into the hallway. But he was already gone. 

--

“All good to go?” you mother said, rubbing your arms for reassurance and a bit of warmth. 

“I kind of want to throw up,” you said with a force laugh as you adjusted your grip on the small bouquet in your hands--white roses and bluebells. Subtle, elegant, winter flowers. 

“You’ll be fine,” she said, giving you a quick kiss on both of your cheeks. “It wouldn’t be your wedding day if you didn’t feel like vomiting, dear.”

“And what happens if I do?” you asked with seriousness.

“Vomit?” she laughed. “Aim for the floor. And if you fall, smile and push your tits up.” That got you to laugh back and it made her smile. “The hard part is over, honey. It’s smooth sailing from here on out.”

“What if we get divorced?” you blurted out and her smile fell a bit before shaking her head.

“Honey, if I haven’t divorced your father then you and Max won’t have any trouble at all.” She licked her thumb and tucked a stray strand of hair back into place. “Don’t condemn something before it even starts. You have made it five years without staking the man, surely there is a reason you said yes when he asked you to marry him.”

Her words were rhetorical and even if they weren’t, it wasn’t like you could tell her the truth. 

“But what if--”

“Stop.” She gripped your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “This is a happy thing. Don’t worry yourself with what-ifs.”

She gave you a quick once over and another hug, careful not to mess up your hair, before squeezing your hands. When she started to walk back towards the main area of the barn to give the signal that you were ready, you called out to her.

“Mom?” 

“Yes?” she stopped at the door and looked back at you kindly. 

“How does Max look?” you asked, not knowing what else to say.

She smiled and relaxed her shoulders a little. “Very, very handsome.”

You returned her smile and adjusted your grip on the flowers in your hands. "Thanks mom...for everything."

--

The music was quiet and you were thankful that everyone remained seated as you walked down the aisle that was already littered with white rose petals. You hated being the center of attention. And yet here you were, on what some would say was one of the biggest days of your life, had any of it been real. The snow fell quietly outside the windows on the pines, catching the glow of the twinkle lights that were still strung up from the party your mom had thrown. You focused on the one person that you wished you could be alone with right now. Max. If only you could make everyone disappear and the two of you could remain.

Your mother had been right, Max looked incredibly handsome. But when didn’t he? 

Your grandmother had done an excellent job tailoring the dark blue suit to fit his frame. When you realized it was your grandfather’s suit, it made your chest tight. This was wrong. This was all wrong. He had forgone the tie in favor of having the first few buttons undone on his soft, white undershirt, all tied together by the white flower pinned to his chest. He smiled at you, looking as relieved as you felt to finally see you after spending the night apart, but there was something else. Something in his soft brown eyes that let you know that the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach was also in his. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he mouthed quietly as you handed your flowers off to your mom in the first row and took Max’s outstretched hand.

“Hey,” you said back in the same tone as you took his hands in front of you and looked up at him. “I didn’t stand you up.”

“No, you sure didn’t,” he sighed quietly. 

The way he said that made your heart uneasy. Something was wrong. But as the local ordained minister, and more importantly, long time family friend, stood with the two of you and smiled at the crowd of seated people, you knew you couldn’t ask him here.

“Thank you everyone for coming,” the man in front of you said as he smiled and nodded to your parents. “This is exciting!”

You held Max’s hands and shifted your weight over to your other foot just wanting this to be over with already. He gripped your hands back and stepped a fraction of an inch closer to you. Maybe he expected you to faint? Fall over onto the floor? You weren’t entirely sure that you wouldn’t at this point. 

“We are gathered here today to give thanks and to celebrate one of life's greatest moments,” the officiant said with another large smile. “To give recognition to the beauty, honesty, and unselfish ways of true love in front of family and friends.”

The crowd gave a soft sigh of adoration and you glanced at your mother to see her gently dabbing her eyes with a cloth handkerchief, careful not to smudge any of her makeup. Fuck. Your own eyes burned and you shut them tightly. You would not cry. You refused to cry. This wasn’t real. But that made it so much worse. Because it was real for everyone but the two of you. Real for your mom, and your dad, and your grandmother…

Max shifted uncomfortably and brought your attention back to him. His face was set in a hard grimace and if you didn’t know any better, you would have said he looked a little green around the gills. If you fainted and Max puked, that would have been the least shocking thing about this wedding. 

The officiant continued. “For it is their family and friends who taught them to love. So, it is only right that family and friends are all…”

If they said that phrase one more time you were going to scream. But you wouldn’t have to. The words stopped abruptly and Max shut his eyes tightly and cursed under his breath. He let go of both of your hands and put one of them up in a stopping motion.

“Wait--”

“Yes?” the minister asked in surprise. 

“Max…” you warned in a whisper. 

“Can’t it wait?”

“No,” Max shook his head and rubbed his eyes with a defeated chuckle. “No, it can’t.” He gripped your fingers and kissed your knuckles for what felt like the last time. 

“Don’t do this,” you pleaded as you tried to grab his hands again but he carefully avoided your reach.

He turned to the crowd of people, holding his hands out in front of him on display and grinned. The grin made you sick to your stomach. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t the real him. The Max you had seen in the last week slowly faded away and left in his place was his carefully crafted salesman persona. “Hi everyone.”

“Hi.” A few members of the crowd responded in unison and you looked at your mother who was looking at Max with a slack jaw. 

“Thank you all so much for coming out,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking forward a bit on the balls of his feet. “I... have a bit of an announcement to make--a confession, actually.”

“What are you doing?” you hissed desperately, gripping the skirts of your dress as you took a step towards him. He ignored you. 

“As some of you know, I’m a vampire--” a few gasps came from the older members of your family and he nodded like he had been expecting that reaction. “Yeah, yeah, I know. And I’m a vampire without proper documentation apparently, so, I was about to be deported.”

“You son of a bitch,” your dad said from the first row.

“Dad!” you scolded. Looking up, you saw Mr. Yates standing in the back with a smirk and you wanted to slap it off of his face.

“It’s alright,” Max assured you, looking over his shoulder at you gently, ignoring your father. And you see in order for that not to happen I forced her to marry me.” 

“Max, stop it,” you pleaded, but he just gave you a small smile and continued.

“See, your girl here has always had this extraordinary work ethic.” Max clenched both of his fists in front of him for emphasis before turning his attention back to your parents in the front row. “Something I think she learned from you.”

“Max, please,” you tried even though you knew it was useless.  

“And for five years I watched her work harder than anyone else at our company. And I knew that if I threatened to destroy her career…” he put his hands back in his pockets and shrugged. “...she would, well, she would do just about anything.”

You felt the first tear slip down your cheek at his words. He sounded so cold, so indifferent to what he was saying, if it weren’t for the slight shakiness in his tone you would have thought that he had meant none of what happened this week. But you knew differently. He was saving you. Just you. You shut your eyes tightly and wished you could press rewind, go back and make things happen differently.

“So, I blackmailed her to come up here and to lie to you.” Max looked pointedly from your mother to your grandmother. “All of you.” 

“Oh, Max,” your grandma said, wringing her soft, wrinkled hands in her lap and looking away from him in hurt. 

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “And I thought it would be easy to watch her do it. But it wasn't. Turns out it's not easy to ruin someone's life--” he paused and looked back at you with those soft, amber colored eyes that you loved so much. “Once you find out how wonderful they are.”

You reached for him but he stepped down off of the stage and you let your arms fall back to your sides in defeat. He walked up to the first row of chairs and looked down at your mom.

“You have a beautiful family. Don't let this come between you.” He put his hand to his chest and finished in a serious tone. “This was my fault.”

“Max.” You raised your voice and he turned back to look at you. His lips trembled as he saw the silent tears slowly trailing down your cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, this was a business deal,” he said, matter-of-factly. “And you held up your end, but now the deal is off. I'm sorry.”

You picked up your dress so you didn’t trip and hurried down the steps but your father stood abruptly and stepped in your way. Max made a bee-line for the back of the barn and stopped in front of Mr. Yates. Max towered over him and grit his teeth and he pointed at him, almost poking the INS agent in the chest.

“And you, meet me at the dock,” Max snarled. “You're giving me a ride to the airport.”

“You got it,” the other man said with a nod.

Max pushed open the double doors forcefully, letting the cold air into the warmth of the makeshift altar. The snow still fell quietly as you watched him walk out in it, leaving you completely alone in a room full of the people who should have known you best. 

--

The door slammed shut behind you as you made it back to the house. Your father’s footsteps pounded the hardwood behind you as your family followed you into the living room. You gripped your dress, using the texture of the lace to ground you as your heart and mind raced in unison with what to do next. 

“What were you thinking!” your dad shouted. It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. 

“I don't,” you stopped and shook your head. “I don't know.” You felt like a child again. It was a pathetic excuse and you knew it. When you agreed to marry Max for the sake of him not being deported, you knew exactly what you were doing. The consequences just hadn’t been important. 

“You don’t know?” he barked and rolled his eyes. “That’s not an excuse--”

“And what’s your excuse, hmm?” you spat back at him, throwing your hands up in the air. “You were ready to throw us both to the wolves yesterday! At least Max--” you voice caught in your throat as you said his name. “At least Max tried to--”

“What are you talking about?” your mother looked between you and your father, clearly torn by being in the middle of the two of you. 

“Nothing.” “Nothing.”

You both said at once and she knew you were lying by she didn’t push it. Your grandmother came up to you slowly and put her hands on your arm, making you look down at her. 

“Honey, you lied to us,” she said gently and your eyes quickly welled up with tears at her forgiving nature. 

“I know,” you nodded, giving her hand a squeeze. “Let me get my head on straight, okay? I'll explain everything later. I'm sorry.” You pushed the edges of your skirts together and hurried up the stairs to your bedroom.

The door clicked behind you and you felt your shoulders drop in relief. It felt good to be alone. To have the silence to clear your head. The relief was short lived however as you looked around and realized that all of Max’s things were gone. The suit he had worn was hung neatly on a hanger and left on the armoire, a hurtful reminder of just how handsome he had looked up on that altar. 

“Max?” you said hopefully, hurrying to the bathroom just in case. 

His shoulder bag with his premade smoothies was gone, along with his toiletries and the large suitcase that had sat on his side of the bed. The emptiness of the once cozy shared space made an involuntary sob come from your throat as you put your hands to your mouth and tried to stop it. He left. He had really left. 

You looked to the bed and thought about the way he held you, kissed you, fucked you. Was he really going to throw it all away? Was Max fucking Phillips giving up what he wanted? You wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told you weeks ago that this was how it would play out. Or perhaps he was being a coward. Perhaps it was easier for him to uproot his entire life to another country than to face how he really felt about you? Now that, that you believed. The thought made you roll your eyes. 

While looking at the bed, you noticed the brightly colored, handmade ‘baby maker’ quilt had been folded neatly at the foot of the bed. It served as a backdrop for the items that had been carefully placed on top--the wooden box with your grandfather’s cuff-links and a note.

With shaky hands, you unfolded it and started crying all over again. Fuck. 

You clutched the letter and were torn between ripping it to shreds and saving it for as long as you needed to. You had to reread the last line multiple times as each time you reached the nickname you both loathed because of its vulgarity and loved because it was so Max, your tears blurred your vision too much for it to be legible. He cared about you. He had to. But he was a coward. A coward and a fool! 

“Asshole!” you screeched as you threw the letter onto the bed and looked at the ring on your finger. “Fucking asshole!” The ruby in the gold setting seemed to be taunting you. 

“Honey?” your mom said as she opened your door. The sound made you jump and put a hand to your chest. “I didn’t mean to--I knocked, but…”

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” you waved her away, rubbing furiously at your eyes as she walked in and quietly shut the door behind her. 

“You know, people are gonna be talking about this forever,” she laughed softly, trying to make a joke, but when you didn’t smile, she stepped closer.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, I know. The scandal of the century.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, and you let out a breath filled with bitterness.

“Yeah, of course I am,” you started, crossing your arms under your breasts and looking at the letter on the bed. “No. I mean--I just feel...you know what the problem is?”

“Go on,” she nodded encouragingly as you clenched your fists at your sides.

“You see, the problem is that this man,” you pointed to the bed and grit your teeth. “This arrogant, selfish, bastard of a man...is a gigantic pain in my ass!” You pace to the window, lacing your fingers and resting your hands on your head so you can breathe. “First there's the whole leaving thing. I understand that. It's a sham wedding--it should have never happened…”

“But you do look lovely,” she offers and you nod your thanks before you stomp back over to the bed.

“But then he goes ahead and he leaves this note!” You pick up the piece of paper and shake it at her, your heart racing, your cheeks hot. You can practically feel the steam coming from your ears. “Because he doesn't have the decency, no, the humanity to do it to my face!”

“Well, he technically isn’t human, dear--”

“Five years! Five years I work for this...this terrorist--never once has he had a genuine thing to say, and then he goes ahead and he writes this crap! The audacity--”

“Honey--”

“None of that matters. None of that fucking matters. We had a deal!”

“Honey--”

“Sorry. I'm sorry. I just…” you let out a long, heavy, shuddering breath. “He just makes me a little crazy.”

“Yeah. I can see that.” She moved to stand in front of you and put your face in her gentle hands. She gave you a warm, motherly smile as she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, you're just gonna let him go?” 

She was right. God dammit, she was right. You were not about to let Max Fucking Phillips have the last word. You gave her a tight hug and grabbed your sneakers.

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[swan-of-sunrise]

The Winter Soldier (Chapter Six)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others successfully abduct a high-level Hydra operative, who provides them with information on Hydra’s bone-chilling plan.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief description of a panic attack

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Six (Previous Chapter)

“How in the hell did you come up with this plan?”

(Y/N) and Natasha were using binoculars to stare out the window of an abandoned apartment at a small courtyard situated between a tall building and a crowded outdoor café, where Sam was currently sitting and enjoying an iced tea; Steve was sitting in Sam’s car and parked around the corner, at the ready just in case the plan didn’t work. Once (Y/N) told the others her plan to abduct Sitwell and they’d taken a quick trip to Fort Meade for the EXO-7 Falcon pack, Natasha had hacked into the Hydra operative’s digital planner; she discovered in his itinerary that he’d be in a meeting with Senator Stern all morning in the building across the street, and then she’d managed to remotely clone Director Pierce’s cell phone.

Glancing away from her binoculars, (Y/N) flashed Natasha a bright smile. “It wasn’t that hard; part of it’s from a scene in my novel, actually. This is how Amelia – she’s the main character, by the way – tricks an enemy agent into giving her important information on her case.” She pulled the laser pointer integral to their plan out of her pocket and twirled it around her fingers. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“You’re in the wrong line of work, (Y/L/N). You’d make a good spy.”

(Y/N) chuckled bashfully and turned back to her binoculars. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to writing. Less of a risk of being shot at, you know.”

“Well, not many writers would just up and volunteer to try and take down a covert terrorist organization.” Although she said it in an off-hand manner, (Y/N) could tell that Natasha was genuinely curious about her off-the-cuff decision.

“I’m not usually an impulsive person, but what I said earlier was true: I have no right to do any less than what the three of you are doing. I won’t sit by and watch as Hydra destroys everything we know, especially knowing that there are ways I could help stop them. Besides, Sam and I are a team, have been for over a year now. I can’t let my best friend put himself in danger without being by his side.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at herself and gave the spy an embarrassed smile. “But please don’t tell him I said that, Nat, it would only inflate his already-enormous ego.”

“Secret’s safe with me, hot-shot.” Natasha paused for a moment. “You remind me a lot of Rogers. To tell you the truth, I think that’s half the reason why he let you onto the team.”

(Y/N) frowned at her comment, her eyes still looking through her binoculars. “What’s the other half-?” Just then, a group of men walked out of the building across the street. “Wait, is that Sitwell?”

Natasha looked through her own binoculars and nodded. “Yeah, the bald guy with the glasses.” She quickly set down the binoculars and typed out a quick text on her phone. “Time to see if your plan works, 007.”

Through the binoculars, (Y/N) saw Sam glance down at his phone and dial a number from his seat at the café. The group of men headed towards the parking lot, leaving Sitwell alone on the building’s steps. (Y/N) smiled to herself as she watched him pull out his phone and press it to his ear; he became skittish as he listened to Sam talk. Watching Sitwell’s lips, she carefully aimed her laser pointer and pressed the button just as he asked, “And why would I do that?”

She let out a triumphant laugh when Sitwell glanced at the red light on his tie and looked around in fear before hanging up the phone and walking towards Sam. “Yes!” She punched the air and put down her laser pointer and binoculars. “Dynamite with a laser beam!”

“‘Killer Queen,’ yeah?” Natasha grinned and nodded appreciatively. “Steve was right, you’ve got a great taste in music. C’mon, we’d better head down to the car…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Steve was throwing Sitwell across the rooftop of an apartment building; Natasha strode confidently after him, and (Y/N) tried her best to hide her unease as she trailed behind them. Although she’d thoroughly researched torture methods for her novel, she wasn’t quite sure she could stomach seeing them performed in real life. Stay calm, Captain America wouldn’t do those things to someone else, she thought to herself, fiddling with the edge of her grey leather jacket, although he did mention that they might do that one thing if Sitwell doesn’t talk. She looked up from her combat boots in time to see Steve say, “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”

“Never heard of it.”

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up, I get seasick.” Steve grabbed Sitwell roughly by the collar and forced him to the edge of the rooftop, but the man only smiled condescendingly up at the super-soldier. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Because that’s not really your style, Rogers.”

(Y/N) couldn’t see Steve’s face, but she assumed that he was smiling as he smoothed out the crumpled lapels of Sitwell’s jacket. “You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.” After quickly stepping aside, Steve watched calmly as Natasha kicked Sitwell directly in the chest and he toppled off the roof, screaming the whole way down. Despite (Y/N) knowing what their plan was, she still felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably as the man’s screams grew fainter the longer he fell; she’d never mentioned her extreme fear of heights to any of them, but in that moment she wished she had.

Natasha turned to Steve. “Oh wait, what about that girl from Accounting, Laura…?”

“Lilian. Lip piercing, right?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.”

Steve shook his head and looked down. “Yeah, I’m not ready for that.”

(Y/N)’s confusion and slight jealousy at their conversation shifted to awe as Sam suddenly flew up and threw Sitwell back onto the roof while he landed gracefully on his feet. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement as her best friend flashed her a wink, his wings quickly folding back into his pack as he approached them.

Sitwell, no longer composed and condescending, was shaking with fear on the rooftop as he held his hands up. “Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing Insight’s targets!”

“What targets?” (Y/N) asked, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

To her surprise, Sitwell sneered. “And who the hell are you? The personal assistant?”

Steve grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and squeezed until he began wincing. “What targets?”

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…” Everyone’s eyes snapped to (Y/N)’s, and she could feel the blood leaving her face as she fully registered his words. “Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to Hydra! Now, or in the future.”

Natasha, her face grim, drew closer to Sitwell. “The future? How could it know?”

“How could it not? The twenty-first century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“And what then?”

Sitwell rubbed his temple agitatedly. “Oh my God, Pierce is gonna kill me.”

Steve shook him again. “What then?”

“…then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”

A heavy silence hung over the group as they all absorbed what Sitwell had said; millions of people around the world are going to be killed by Hydra if we don’t stop them, (Y/N) realized in horror. She tried to avoid thinking about it, but she couldn’t help but replay Sitwell’s words over and over in her head: A first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…

“Okay, time to head out.” After yanking Sitwell roughly to his feet, Steve turned to Natasha and Sam. “You two mind escorting him back to the car?”

“’Course not, Cap,” Natasha smirked as she and Sam grabbed Sitwell’s arms and dragged him towards the rooftop doorway, Sam throwing a concerned glance at (Y/N) as he went.

“You okay, (Y/N)?”

As Steve’s words left his mouth, (Y/N) registered the ringing in her ears and that she was taking rapid and shallow breaths; her heart hammered in her chest and through her clouded vision, she could barely make out Steve’s worried face right before her. “Can’t…can’t breathe…”

“Okay, it’s okay, um, here,” Stepping forward, he reached for her hand but stopped himself short. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?” (Y/N) gave a short nod and he took her hand, gently placing her palm against his chest so she could feel his strong heartbeat. “You’re okay, just try and slow your heartbeat to match mine. Can you do that for me? Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, like this.” He began doing the breathing exercise, and she shakily began copying him. “You’re doing great, (Y/N), just keep breathing.” To her surprise, he stopped the breathing exercise and began quietly humming a familiar tune; it was so faint beneath the dim ringing in her ears that she could’ve dismissed it as her mind tricking her if not for the feeling of reverberation in his chest. (Y/N) gradually felt her body responding positively; her breathing began to even out and as her heartbeat returned to normal, her vision cleared and the ringing faded away into nothing.

Once his humming came to an end, she looked up at him with an insecure smile. “‘Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,’ The Platters. Thank you. I-I don’t know what came over me, I was fine until…well, you know. All at once, everything suddenly became very…real for me.”

Steve nodded solemnly. “No one will think any less of you if you decide to go home. You’ll be safer, and-”

“No, no way.” She firmly shook her head, her mouth set in a determined line. “I’m staying. Just because I found out I’m a possible Insight target and had a panic attack doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly okay with sitting back while Hydra plans to kill millions; if anything, I’m even more invested in this fight than I was before.” She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a smirk. “If you’re trying to get rid of me, Rogers, then you’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”

When she finally stopped talking, she registered something akin to admiration in Steve’s small smile, and she willed herself not to blush. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few more moments, and that’s when (Y/N) realized that one of Steve’s hands was still resting on her waist and the other was gently holding her hand against his chest, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles over her knuckles.

Steve seemed to realize the same thing because a moment later, he quickly let go of her and took a couple of steps back. With a pinkish tint to his cheeks, he glanced toward the rooftop doorway and replied, “Well, if you’re sure that you’re okay then let’s go. We’ve got a launch to stop.”

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Chapter Seven

“The Winter Soldier” Masterlist

[prettybiching]

jon ossoff + celebratory sex after he's sworn in?

Home To You

Pairing: Jon Ossoff x Senator!fem!reader

Read Part One HERE 

Warning: 18+ mature scenes, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, swallowing cum, slight rough sex, angst, mentions of death, insurrection and angry mob. Let Me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 4,325 words

Note: There’s probably so many typos in this because I wrote this on a shitty laptop, sorry about that. Hope you guys enjoy teehee xoxo.

It's strange how quickly life moves. One moment you were in bed, with a man you were head over heels infatuated with, tucked in safely beneath his arms and the next, you were running for your life, ducking behind pillars, holding onto your breathe inside the United States Capitol. 

Jon had almost begged to take an earlier flight out to DC to be there with you as you tried to process the horrors of the day you had experienced. You, however, insisted he stayed back and continue with his original schedule.

Yes, you did want him beside you during these difficult times. When you'd wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat because your mind had replayed the events of the insurrection, the gunshot you'd heard, a narrow miss from the mob, all the moments that would be embedded in you forever. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, safe and secure, far away from the horrors of what you had experienced. You craved to tell him just about everything you had come to realise while in your moment of terror. 

You knew Jon would not hesitate to fly down to DC for you, but you knew you couldn't be selfish, not when the country's government was already in a fragile state, divided to its core. Jon already had a storm waiting for him when he'd take office, and you weren't about to give the Republicans any more ammunition. You weren't going to allow Jon to suffer as you had done when you came into office.

The two of you remained in close contact throughout Jon's transition period, mostly because the insurrection had invoked a new burning flame for the both of you. 

Jon had grown worried sick, knowing that you were inside the building, knowing that the violent mob wanted to kill you and they wouldn't hesitate if they spotted you. Every time the media reported an injury, a gunshot, he held onto his breath, praying it wasn't you. Unlike other lawmakers who were able to stay in contact with their families throughout the lockdown, your phone had died, merely minutes after you texted Jon and your family.

In case I don't make it, I need you to know you've meant the world to me.

You hadn't told him, so as not to encourage his bid to fly out to you but you'd thought about Jon, for so long when a Capitol police officer escorted you and Senator Booker to the safety bunker. When your brain had finally received enough oxygen to think, your mind could only form images of the moments you had spent with Jon. 

Never in a million years had you expected to be so infatuated with him when you flew down to Georgia for the runoff elections. You'd told yourself not to bat an eye every time he smiled at you, made a charming comment or made you laugh. However, he had a way of making everyone fall in love with him. You were no exception.

Your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing him ever again. What if you died before telling him just how much he meant to you? You had to, at the least, tell him how proud you were of him and how bright the future ahead of him was. 

Life seemed so vulnerable at that moment. You wished you had hugged Jon a little longer, memorised his face a little closer, savoured the taste of his lips a bit more. You shouldn't have taken so long to act on your feelings. If you were to die today, the only memory you'd have would be of the night before.

Jon, he was all you could think about, his name calming your frantic heart just a little. God, you wanted to hear his voice, you wanted to hear him say your name, reassure you that you'd meet him once again that you'd get to love him just a little longer. 

As much as you wanted to spill your heart out to him, you knew you couldn't and would never do it over the phone. You needed him to be in front of you, free to feel and touch when you told him just how much you loved him. 

When Jon arrived in DC, the night before his swearing-in and the inauguration of Joe Biden, he knew it would be impossible for the two of you to meet as you both had crucial tasks at hand. You two would see one another in the Capitol on the morning of the inauguration. 

You felt jittery as you walked down the halls of the Capitol once again. The sound of your heels hitting the tiles echoed throughout the empty floor, your eyes were focused on the plaques hanging on the walls, carefully scanning them to find the name you were searching for. A proud smile tugged onto your lips as you spotted the shiny new golden plaque hanging by the mahogany door.

Your heart began to hammer against your ribcage as you racked your knuckles against the hardwood door. When the door was opened, you were met with Jon's astonished face, his brows at first knitting together in confusion before his eyes grew wide, his mouth hanging wide open.

You are unable to get a word out before he's pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist as if scared that you'd fade away from existence. A giggle escapes your lips as sink into his embrace. You couldn't help but nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of his aftershave, enjoying the feeling of the short curly strands above his neck and the way he held onto you.

You swore you could've cried then and there.

"Jon?" you called out after a few moments, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He hums, making not attempt of pulling away. "I think we should move."

You don't mean to laugh,  but you do as he makes a noise of protest, only to tighten his arms around you, swaying your conjoined bodies sideways. You don't want to let go either, but there are so many other things you wanted to be doing with him as well. Not to forget his limited number of staffers were also inside his office, undoubtedly staring at the two of you in bewilderment.

"Okay..." you lift your head from his neck, tapping your hands on his back to make him move as well. "Jon?" you poked, the movements of your hands getting more frantic. "Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jonnnnnnn----"

"Okay, okay, I'm pulling away," he finally lets go of your waist, the action instantly filling you with coldness from the removal of his body heat. He feigns annoyance towards you, and you can't help but giggle. You'd missed his silly antics, but more importantly, you'd missed him.

You don't waste another second, grasping onto his freshly pressed baby blue shirt and pulling him down into a tender kiss. He's quick to respond, his hands finding their way to your cheeks, holding you in place as he moved his lips against you with fervour. You could feel the desperation in his movements. What had started as an innocent longing kiss was turning into a heated reminder of the two of you had been missing. 

You part your lips for a second, long enough for him to push his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan from you. 

As if a bell had rung in your head, you instantly pull away, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire, your eyes blown as you attempted to catch your breath.

"Did-did I do something wrong?" he tilts his head in confusion, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. He's looking at you with those puppy eyes that you'd come to adore and you swear you're about to faint. 

"No!" you're quick to retort, extending both of your hands in front of you, shaking your head frantically. "We just--your staff is right there," you point inside the office where his young staffers pretended as if they weren't there. 

"Oh," is all he says, rubbing the back of his neck in realisation, his head hanging low, his cheeks flushing bright red. "Right."

Your lips split into a toothy grin, enjoying his flustered state. You want to continue this, but you know the two of you don't have much time. You would be required on the Capitol Hill balcony for the inauguration, and there you would have to act as if you aren't head over heels in love with Senator-elect of Georgia.

"What? You're not going to introduce me to your team?" you tease, poking his side. When he finally looks up, he's still blushing deep red, and the sight makes your heart flutter just a little more, to see the effect you have on him.

"Right, come on in."

You greeted the young staffers, some only a few years younger than you with a smile on your face, hoping to encourage them in their new venture. These people would help shape policies and pieces of legislation that would go on to shape the future of your nation. 

They took notice of the thick atmosphere, having witnessed you and Jon cross the boundary of being just colleagues. They were quick to move out of your way, leaving you both alone in his office. 

Wordlessly, you strolled through the room, running a hand along with his desk, taking in your surrounding. His office was structured almost identical to yours and the only thing making it seem different was the interior. "Nice office you got here," you smirked, tilting your head towards Jon who watched you with his hands stuffed inside his pockets.

"Thanks, I got it with the job," he laughed, taking a seat behind the desk. His suit jacket was left hanging on the coat stand by the door, and your eyes caught the navy blue patterned tie he was wearing.

You strut towards him, towering over his figure and instinctively his hands reached forward to thread his fingers onto yours. "I like your tie."

"What can I say? My girlfriend has good taste," he shrugs, pretending as if his words didn't just ignite a fire in you.

"Since when did I become your girlfriend?" you laugh, a stark contrast to the frantic beating of your heart. He squeezed your hands, and you liked how easily his palm fitted against yours. 

"W-would you like to be?" you have to bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling, he looked at you with those big puppy eyes, a hint of nervousness underlying beneath. 

Untangling your hands, you lowered yourself onto his lap, careful not to crease your pantsuit and overcoat too much. His hands settled on your hips, holding you in place. You lean forward until both of your foreheads are touching, his warm breath fanning over your face, your eyes fluttering shut.'

"It's going to be very complicated," you murmured after a few seconds, your eyes still closed. 

"I'm willing to work for it."

You have no doubt about that. You'd walk through hell and back to experience your future with him, just like envisioned it during the insurrection. However, things weren't as straightforward.

"It could sabotage both of our careers," you retorted, lifting your head just slightly to meet his eyes. His eyes were looking at you with such delicacy, you didn't want to talk--talk about the consequences of your actions but just kiss him and keep kissing him until the world around you both disappeared.

"It won't," he answered firmly, squeezing your hips, your hands caressed his jawline, brows knitting together. "We will be okay. We can make it work--"

"We can't be selfish, Jon," you said, no matter how painful it was to say it. "We have a duty to our people, and if we do this we'll have to hide our relationship from the world, we would have to lie---"

"Do you want this?" He cut off your rambling with a simple question that had the gears in your mind turning. 

You did, of course, you did. You wanted nothing more than to be with Jon.  He was all you could think about when you thought you were going to die, when you heard those gunshots and when you were stuck in that bunker with all those Republicans. 

"Yes, yes I do," you answered firmly.

"Then let's just do this, for us. Forget about everyone else for now. It's only you and me. Okay?"

"Okay."

Then he's smiling at you in a way he had never done before, so bright, he could blind the sun itself, and it makes you giggle. You liked seeing him in this way, so unlike the public political demeanour, he carried with himself all the time. This Jon was reserved only for you. 

He leans forward, closing the short gap between the two of you, pulling you into a kiss. 

That spell is broken when your phone begins to ring in the pocket of your coat, making you pull away from him, both of you breathless and panting.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be out in a second."

"It's time to go," you tell Jon, helping yourself out of his lap before he pushes himself off his chair.

The two of you don't have time to utter another word as Beverly is waiting outside the door with two security agents. You're about to go your way when Jon calls out your name, making you turn towards him.

"I never got to tell you just how gorgeous you look today."

With that, he turns away, leaving you in a puddle. 

You enter the balcony first, with Beverly right behind you. Ignoring the cameras panning on you, you scan the area for some of your more favourable colleagues. You meet the eyes of Elizabeth Warren who beckons you towards her and just as you're about to move, you feel a hand slip into yours. 

You knew just who it was by the way his hands fit into yours, his touch so familiar. 

Your head snaps to the side, staring at Jon in bewilderment. Did he really just out the both of you in front of everyone. He's not even sworn in yet, and he's already gone crazy, you think.

"What the fuck?"

Jon dares to wink at you, walking alongside you with a smugness that you had come to familiarise yourself with over the past few months. "How can I not tell the world that I'm lucky enough to be with you?"

If it were any other time, you would've found yourself flustered at his comment, but now, you could only roll your eyes. He could really be one cocky motherfucker when he wants to be.

He takes note of your tensed shoulders and squeezes your hand, reassuring you. "Just relax. It's only you and me, remember?"

Sucking in a deep breath, you nod in agreement. At least there is one less thing to worry about now.

-----

With your relationship now out in the open, there was no reason for you miss his swearing-in ceremony. You joined your dear friend and colleague, Cory Booker as he escorted Jon into the Senate Chamber with Reverend Raphael Warnock and Alex Padilla beside him. 

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about Ossoff, Y/L/N," Cory said in disbelief. "I mean yeah, you two looked adorable during his campaign, but damn, I thought we were friends."

You roll your eyes, knowing he was going to bring it up every chance he got from now on. "It kind of just happened."

"Hmm. You're still not forgiven."

You're by the gallery with the two other spouses, a proud beaming smile on your lips---hidden by the mask. You have to stop the joyful tears from spilling, but you're just so goddamn happy as he's called in by Vice President Harris. 

He catches your eye as he's walking towards the podium, sending a wink at your way, making you erupt into giggles. He knew you were a blubbering mess underneath and he was going to make the most out of your reaction later on. 

You have to stop yourself from jumping on your feet when he's done taking his oath, and Kamala Harris congratulating him.

You run down from the gallery as fast as your heels allow you to move and you leap into Jon, him catching you in his arms with ease. He's laughing against you, his laugh resonating through his chest.

You pull back slightly, bringing your mouth near his ear and in a low, sultry tone you whisper, "Congratulations, Senator."

His grip around your waist tightens, squeezing your side as if warning you to behave. Ignoring him, you pull down your mask to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Just wait till I get you alone."

Oh, but you can't wait.

-------  

Despite Jon telling you to be on your best behaviour, he's the first one to break. As soon as the two of you are out of the public eye, his hands are all over you, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses onto your neck, attempting to push down the fabric of your crisp white shirt beneath.

"Have I told you just how sexy you look when you're acting all bossy and shit?" he murmurs between kisses, a slight moan escaping your lips. Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, ruffling his styled locks back to its original form, just the way you liked them.

"Mhmm," your eyes are fluttered shit, your body supported only by Jon's hold on you. If he were to remove his arms, you'd drop down onto the floor in no time. 

"You better get used to it," you manage to word out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips all over you. He moves his mouth from your neck, up your throat, feeling your pulse against his lips. You notice as he places on longing kiss over that spot.

"I can't wait."

The two of you were in the lobby of your apartment complex, your humble abode just a few doors away. If anyone was to walk out of one of those doors, the sight greeting them would be anything but appropriate. You knew the right thing to do would be to pull away from Jon and wait until both of you are inside before continuing with your rendezvous. 

But he is insatiable, the spell he has you under in unbreakable, and the last thing you want is to be away from his touch, not when you'd thought you could never experience it again.

Your mind is foggy, his mouth still exploring every inch of your skin he's able to find when you're trying to unlock the door to your apartment. "God fucking damn it," you mutter in frustrating, making Jon chuckle against your skin.

As soon as you get the door open, presses you against the door, your head hitting the doorframe with a soft thud. His head falls back to your neck, planting sloppy wet kisses, between small bites. Meanwhile, your hands grip onto his suit jacket, attempting to pull it off of him.

"Take it off," you order as he kisses his way up your neck. 

He detaches himself for a second, following your command. You take the time to rid yourself of your overcoat, throwing it across the room. 

When the two of you meet once again, he finds your lips, pushing his tongue in your mouth, groaning your name. When he pulls back for air, your lipstick is smudged, staining his mouth and both of your lips swollen. His eyes are darkened with lust, the view giving you an idea.

In a fluid motion, you drop down onto your knees, your eyes landing on his hardened bulge restrained by his pants.

You bit your lips, your mouth water and you look up at him with big doe eyes. "You deserve a congratulatory gift."

His hands find themselves into your hair, gripping onto your locks enough to guide your movements. "I'm all yours, sweetheart."

With that, your hands dart to the zipper, undoing it in one swift motion,  pulling his pants down along with his boxers. 

Your hands wrap themselves around his shaft, you dip your head down, licking off his precum with kitten licks while looking at him through hooded eyes. 

He lets out a groan, throwing his head back the moment your tongue met his tip, sending a shiver down his spine. "God...you know just how to work your mouth don't you?"

He reaches his hands forward to cup your jaw as you wrap your lips around his head, his thumb caressing your cheeks while you sucked swirled your tongue around his shaft. 

Your mouth left his cock, your hands still pumping and twisting him, keeping him in a state of euphoria while you turned your head to the side, kissing the palm of his hand. 

"Did you miss me, did you think about my hands wrapped around your cock like this?" he moaned at your words, watching you intensely, his lustful eyes worshipping you as you licked up his pointer and index finger before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, tongue licking the pads of his fingertips before swallowing his digits until your lips grazed his knuckles.

Jon watched intently, his fingers going in and out between your lips and glistening with your saliva. He could feel the blood rushing downwards, making his cock twitch as if he wasn't already aroused. 

You felt him shift against you, making you smirk. You let go of his fingers with a sloppy pop and dive your mouth back onto his swollen length. You sucked and slurped around his girth with quick bobs of your head, hand stroking and twisting the rest, matching the rhythm. 

"Fuck...don't stop," he groans, the grip of his hands on your hair tightening, giving you light pushes down onto his cock. 

You moaned, swallowing him deeper with each push, letting his tip kiss the back of your throat repeatedly, going in deeper and deeper until your gag reflex kicked in and pushed him out. 

With your hand still rubbing and squeezing him up and down, you take a deep breath when you have the chance, gulping and swallowing the mixture of your drool and his salty precum all the while staring at him with large innocent eyes. He lets out a growl at the sight of your swollen lips.

Lewd sounds filled the room as you squeeze and jerk his wet length tighter with each pump.  He bucked his hips towards your face, you could feel his muscles tense up as he was getting closer to his release. His hand held you in place while he fucked you into his mouth with erratic thrusts. 

He lets out a groan before hissing at the feel of your mouth, "Open up for me, sweetheart---oh, fuck."

Pulling out a couple seconds before he cums, he pumps himself his tip on your tongue, his body shivering and twitching slightly as he shot his load into your mouth.  

His chest heaved as he watched you stand back on your heels while playing with cum on your tongue and lips.

"God, you're just perfect, aren't you?" he lets out a breath, staring at you with adoration. 

Swallowing everything in your mouth, you smirk, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, planting a chaste kiss on his Adam's apple.

"Fuck me, Ossoff."

He doesn't need another word before he lifts you from the ground, carrying you to your bedroom and almost throwing you onto the bed.

He kneels in front of you as you unbutton your pants and he pulls them down, leaving you only in your white shirt. He parts your legs open, finding your soaking wet panties. In a swift motion, he rips them of you, making you gasp.

He slides his fingers over your clit a few times, spreading the wetness before he lays above you before holding his growing erection near your entrance. Without a warning, he shoves himself in, feeling your warm and wet walls clenching around him immediately. Your fingernails dig into the fabric of his shirt as he entered you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so tight..."

He doesn't give you much time to adjust, ramming his cock deep into you while holding you down on the mattress at your shoulders. With each quick, rhythmic thrust, a loud moan escapes your mouth.

"You like this, huh? you like the feeling of me deep inside of you?"

"Yesss, oh my god, yes," you whimper, your pelvic muscles tightening, making him groan animalistically.

"Turn around on all fours."

You turned around, crawling on all fours. Jon plunged back into you from behind, grabbing your hips against him, hitting your cervix. You keep on chanting his name in gasps. Meanwhile, his eyes never looked away from where the two of you met. The noise of your moans, the clapping of flesh and wet folds filled the silence.

He pounds into you, his movements sloppy as you feel his cock pulsate. The two of you are moaning loudly, your breaths coming out ragged and the coil tightened in your stomach, ready to snap any time.

'Fuck--Jon. I'm-I'm gonna cum," you cried out in pleasure.

Jon began playing with your clit, rubbing quick circles and that additional action along with his rough thrusts was enough for you to reach your climax. You screamed into the mattress tightening around his cock, while he still pushed in and out of you, only to spill himself inside you a few moments later. 

A few hours later when the two of you are tangled between the bedsheets, free of any clothing, you trace patterns onto his cheeks, a warm smile tugged on your lips as he watched you with endearing eyes.

"What's that smile for?"

You shook your head, your grin growing wider. "I'm just happy to be home to you."

[jungshookz]

CHAPTER TWO; A cry for help.

chapter one 

                             Player has chosen: [A] Open the door. 

“I DON’T WANT TO DIE, PLEASE- PLEASE LET ME IN, Y/N, PLEASE-”

the doorknob is being tugged at so aggressively that you���re worried it’ll just pop right out

“y/n, we could die-!” jungkook warns once again and pulls you back  

it’s only when you hear taehyung let out another desperate cry for help that you make your decision

“oh, for christ’s sakes-” you shove jungkook’s hand off of you as you stumble towards the door

you know you’re going to regret it if you don’t let taehyung in

and you know he’d do the same for you!

anD if you don’t open the door right now, you don’t want to have to open the door later only to have to step over his mutilated corpse, so there’s that, too

you unlock it hastily and mentally prepare yourself to swing your bat at whoever’s out there hurting taehyung and-

your heart sinks to your stomach 

...

there’s no one there.

you immediately slam the door shut before pressing your back right up against it and looking at jungkook with wide eyes, “that… can’t be good, right?”

“see?! what’d i tell you?!” jungkook groans, throwing his hands up into the air before beginning to pace back and forth out of stress, “i-i told you not to open the door because i said something shady was going on here, a-and you didn’t listen to me because you had to play the hero and-”

“are you seriously blaming me right now?!” you scoff, “i-i thought- i thought taehyung was- was in trouble s-so i opened the door and- and-and-and no one was there but-”

you’re understandably in shock because what the hell just happened?!

well, at least you know one thing for sure:

this… doesn’t seem like it’s a regular old house.

and once again, the only weapon you have is an old baseball bat.

are baseball bats effective against evil spirits and demonic beings??

“there has to be another way out of here, right?” jungkook rushes towards the boarded up windows before shining a light on the planks

he tucks his fingers behind one of them and gives it a pull but it doesn’t budge

they’re nailed into the walls pretty securely…

“you’re right! you’re right, we can just- w-we can just jump out through the windows, it’ll be fine!” you stammer, reaching down to lock the door again before joining jungkook by the window, “we can- we can tie our clothes together or something if we’re on a higher level, and then we’ll just climb down, and then we’ll be totally fine, and-”

snap!

jungkook grunts to himself as he manages only to break a little shard of wood off, creating a hole just big enough for someone to look through it with one eye

he hurries to look outside, opening his eyes as wide as they can possibly go as if that’ll somehow help him see things clearer

“what do you see?” you ask, getting up on your tip-toes to try to peek through the hole over his shoulder

“i… i don’t think we can leave through the window.” jungkook pulls away slowly before turning to look at you, “i think we’re underestimating just how huge this place is.”

“what are you talking about?” 

jungkook moves out of the way so that you can look through the hole yourself

you feel the blood drain from your face when you look through only to see that you guys are… high… high above the ground

two sweaters and two pairs of jeans certainly aren’t going to be enough to get you down on the ground safely

and don’t you have a slight (very large, very intense) fear of heights? 

how big is this place?!

when you look off into the distance, all you can see is that you guys - this place - is surrounded by nothing but trees

and not even the nice looking trees!

all the branches are thick and gnarly and twisted around each other and instead of being a nice oaky shade of brown, they all look... black from here 

you probably wouldn’t feel any safer being in the woods compared to being trapped in this house

“what do we do?” jungkook asks quietly and you chew on your bottom lip anxiously as you try to come up with some kind of a decent plan

“okay. this is the plan.” you step away from the window before turning on your heel to face jungkook, “we- we have to leave this room, jungkook. from the looks of it, we’re maybe on the fifth? sixth level of this house? if we jump out, we’re... well, we’re going to die.”

“if we leave this room, we’re going to die!” jungkook argues before shoving you out of the way so he can start tugging at the planks again, “can’t you just use your bat to smash the boards or something? we can call for help!”

“and attract attention to us? so that we’ll be killed by whatever’s out there? i don’t think so!” you whisper-yell before grabbing jungkook’s arm to try to get him to stop pulling at the boards, “jungkook, it’s no use! i don’t think there’s anyone out here for miles! we’re surrounded by nothing but trees! we just need to leave this place and then we’ll figure the rest of the plan out later!”

jungkook shoves the flashlight into your hand and re-hooks his fingers under the planks 

he is NOT leaving this room 

he lifts his leg before pressing his foot up against the wall, his face scrunching tightly as he pulls back as hard as he can

“jung-”

“-!” it’s only a second later that jungkook ends up tumbling backwards and falling flat on his ass and you resist the urge to tell him that you told him so

but

you told him so! 

dumbass

unless a hammer suddenly appears out of thin air, there’s pretty much no way of getting the planks off the walls

“ow.” jungkook mutters to himself, frowning in discomfort as he pulls a thin splinter out of his finger

:-(

he flicks it aside before looking up at you, “…we… have no choice but to leave this room, don’t we?”

you nod slowly before giving him a helpless shrug, “it’s gonna be fine. we’ll be fine!”

at this point, it seems as though you’re trying to convince yourself that everything will be fine instead of convincing jungkook that everything will be fine

but you can’t let him know that you’re scared shitless because then he’s going to get even moRE jumpy and you really don’t have the energy to take his anxiety and plunk it on top of your already growing anxiety

“front doors are easy to find, right?” jungkook asks, dusting his bum off after getting up off the ground, “we’ll just keep going down the stairs until we find a door that’s obviously a front door.”

“right!” you nod enthusiastically, the both of you turning to look at the door that now seems to look a little more menacing than it did a while ago, “and this place is obviously a mansion, so the front door will probably look super fancy-”

“exactly!” jungkook grips the back of your arm as the two of you slowly approach the door, obviously not wanting to leave the safety of this dusty old bedroom, “we just have to run down the stairs and then run out the door, and then run out into the woods-”

“okay, you are not helping right now-”

“i’m sorry!! i’m nervous!!” jungkook’s hand trembles as he points the flashlight towards the door and you wince when you feel his nails digging into your arm even through the thick material of your sweater

you squeeze your eyes shut as you blindly reach for the doorknob, jungkook cowering down behind you

the metal feels cold underneath your palm as you wrap your fingers around the knob, twisting it to the right with a trembling hand  

your heart is practically pounding out of your chest at this point and you’re just waiting for something to trigger your fight or flight 

the hinges on the door creak lowly as you pull it open - just open enough for you and jungkook to slip through but also just closed enough for you to slam the door shut in case any demons decide that this is the moment they want to attack you guys

you peel open one of your eyes and wait for a second before opening the other one

…

…

…

huh

okay

okay!

everything’s fine!

“see?” you breathe out, your shoulders dropping in relief, “i-”

“BOO!”

taehyung and jimin both suddenly jump out from either side of the door and you and kook immediately let out ear-piercing screams (you’re pretty sure his scream is at a higher pitch compared to yours)

jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind to use you as a human shield and the baseball bat falls from your hand and clatters to the ground before rolling towards the door

“what the fuck is wrong with you two?!” you roar, pressing your hand against your chest to try to get your heart to calm down before you actually get a heart attack, “why would you joke around like that??”

“i hate it here, i hate it here-” jungkook wheezes as he continues to cling to you, crouched over with his face pressed into your back, “i think that just took ten years off of my life-”

“you should’ve seen your faces!” jimin chortles, throwing his head back in obnoxiously joyous laughter, “i wish i’d taken a picture or somethi-”

“you two suck!” you snap, gently pushing a clearly traumatized jungkook away from you before going over to smack the living hell out of taehyung and jimin

if you were still holding your bat, you would’ve knocked all their pretty teeth out three seconds ago 

“oh my-” taehyung dodges your slaps and holds both his arms out to defend himself, “will you relax, please?? jesus, what is your problem??”

“my problem is that y-you clowns decided it’d be a good idea to pull a stunt like that-”

“oOoOoh, is y/n scared of the spooOOoOky ghost house?“ jimin teases, holding his hands up above his head and wiggling his fingers, “spooky ooky-”

“shut up. shut up!” you bend down to pick up the bat before letting out a huff, “let’s just go- do you guys know where everyone else is?”

“well, we thought that they were in here with you…” taehyung purses his lips before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “are they not?”

you turn around to kick the door wide open so that you guys get a full view of the clearly empty room, “no. they are not.”

“oh. well, it’s fine. they’re probably here somewhere… this is a pretty big house.”

at this point, your eyes have pretty much gotten used to the dark so it’s a little easier to navigate

and it helps that you can see light at the end of the hallway (moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the roof, but it’s better than nothing)

“so, where did you guys wake up?” you ask, turning to glance at tae over your shoulder as you approach the top of the staircase

“in the room down the hall.”

“how’d you find us?” jungkook chimes in, pausing for a second to whack the flashlight against his palm again when it flickers

“the walls are, like, super thin.” jimin points out, “so it wasn’t hard to hear you two bickering with each other.”

“we weren’t bickering with each other-”

“oH, by the way-“ taehyung stops in the middle of going down the stairs to turn and jab a finger into jungkook’s chest, “did you seriously tell y/n to NOT open the door for me?? when i was clearly in trouble??”

jungkook opens his mouth to speak but,.,.

well

he can’t really defend himself here because he diD tell you to not open the door for taehyung lmao

“uh, can you blame me?” jungkook shakes his head, “i didn’t wanna die!”

“we totally would’ve opened the door for you!” jimin scoffs and stops on the stairs as well and you immediately roll your eyes when you realise that this is going to become a thing

you let out a sigh before turning and leaning against the railing so you can look up at the boys, “do you people have to do this right now?”

“okay, lemme explain my thought process before you freak out on me-” jungkook clears his throat, the three of them too caught up in this conversation to pay an ounce of attention to you, “i… didn’t wanna die. that’s it! i just didn’t wanna die! is that so wrong? to want to save my own life?!”

“yeah, well, that’s a selfish decision!” taehyung barks, “do you think we wanna die?? if y/n didn’t step up and open the door, then we would be dead!”

“no, you- how?!” jungkook flings his arms up into the air and lets out a scoff of disbelief, “no one was after you! this was your dumb prank!”

“we’re just saying we would hypothetically be dead, so you should hypothetically be feeling VERY guilty right no-“

“okay, okay, okay!” you tuck the bat underneath your arm before trudging back up the stairs, “we can talk about hypothetical deaths and hypothetical guilt and hypothetical hoeur d’oeuvres served at hypothetical funerals after we find everyone and get out of here, alright??”

you use the tip of the bat to nudge everyone down the stairs and you let out a little huff of frustration as they continue to argue with one another

boys are so dumb sometimes

and that’s when you notice... something peculiar

just as you’re about to descend the stairs yourself, you catch a brief flash of movement in the corner of your eye

you quickly turn your head so you can look back down the long hallway that you guys just came from

your eyes narrow suspiciously as you look all the way at the very back of the hallway - the darkest part of it 

it’s weird 

the movement almost seemed like it was someone… leaping? from one room to the other

a particularly large particle of dust floats past your face and you reach up to wave it away 

…

hm

it was probably just dust 

by the time you guys make it down the main floor, taehyung and jimin have fully forgiven jungkook for not wanting to open the door for them

it’s so weird how boys can get over issues so quickly

all they have to do is fist-bump each other and then call it a day

“so! do we have a plan or something?” taehyung places his hands on his hips and looks up towards the large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling

you glance up at it as well and watch as the crystals twinkle slightly 

“the first part of our plan was just to leave the room, and now that we’ve done that… well.” jungkook shrugs, “i dunno.”

“oh. the first part of our plan was also to leave our room. so… what should we do now?”

“beats me.”

“i need to take a leak. do you guys think i can get away with pissing in the corner of the room? maybe there’s a dead plant in here that needs watering?”

you look around at everyone in disbelief

god

boys are?? literally SO dumb

“the… next part of the plan would be to find everyone else…?” you point out as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world (because it is) and the boys immediately hum in agreement, “and if you need to pee, just… i’m sure there’s a bathroom here someone. don’t urinate in the corner of the main floor-”

“okay, well - we should probably split up, then!” taehyung claps his hands together, “the sooner we find everyone, the sooner we can get out of here.”

“mhm. i agree!” jimin nods, “i call dibs on this floor because i am not going back up all those stairs again. my calves are killing me.”

“wait- you guys wanna split up?” jungkook gawks, “why would- why would we do that?? it’s creepy as hell in here!” he frowns, instinctively stepping behind you again

“oh, please. it’s just a dusty old house, jungkook. and you’re the one with the flashlight, so you should be fine.” jimin raises a brow before crossing his arms, “don’t tell me you’re actually scared.”

“you saw the way they freaked out when we jumped out,” taehyung snickers before nudging jimin’s side, “the two of them are scaredy-cats-”

“we’re not scared.” you narrow your eyes at taehyung and your grip tightens around your baseball bat, “well, i can’t speak for jungkook, but i’m definitely not scared-”

“okay, if you’re not scared, then you’re okay with us splitting up to find the rest of the gang, right?” taehyung tilts his head before raising a brow

you swallow thickly 

what do you want to do?

> [A]: Split up! Taehyung has a point… the sooner you find everyone, the sooner you can get the hell out of here! And you’d really like to get the hell out of here.

> [B]: Stay as a group! You’re stronger together. Plus, Jungkook’s shaking like a leaf behind you. You can’t leave the poor guy alone.

Place your vote here.

You have one hour.

Good luck.

[stripper-patrick]

Spicy ⚡️Thor

Warnings: smut, language, oral (f), hammer play, major play, superpowers

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Thor x black plus sized reader

“Why don’t Midguardians appreciate bigger girls?” I ask out loud looking between Y/N and Bruce

“Huh?” Bruce turns to me clearly intrigued by my question. I repeat myself truly confused as to what the big deal is.

“Why don’t Midguardians appreciate bigger girls? I mean they’re soft and better to cuddle with”

“Well sometimes people can’t handle it” I say “other times they just don’t like it” Y/N answers “like once all the guys I’ve dated weren’t able to accept me with the way I look”

“They’re stupid asses didn’t know how to handle you”

“Where did that come from?” Bruce asks

“All over Instagram all I see is others praising the hourglass shape and yes it’s nice but I don’t see what’s wrong with people like Y/N I mean look at her she’s real and exudes confidence with the way she looks”

“Aww Thor” she smiles kissing my cheek. I grab her arm and whisper in her ear

“I wanna try something on you but you have to completely trust me” she looks at me nodding

“I do”

“Bruce we’ll be back” I say

“Ok” he nods staring at the news on tv.

I take Y/N’s hand but she stops “wait can I bring my yogurt”

“Yea I might need it” I smirk. Her eyes light up and she giggles

“Get out” Bruce says disgusted. I chuckle and take her to my bedroom.

On the way there she calls my name. I turn around looking at her “what are you about to do to me”

“Do you trust me 100% Y/N”

“I do” she nods. I hold out my hand and she waits until my hammer flies into my arm. Her eyes go wide and a smile runs across her face.

....

“Your safeword is thunder ok” I say. She looks at me nodding “lay back honey”

She lays back taking a deep breath. I lay Mjölnir on top of her “can you still breath”

She nods “try to get up for me” she tries but can’t move her upper body where Mjölnir lays.

“Don’t freak out ok” she nods. I grab a tie and wrap it around her eyes leaving her to darkness. I grab her water bottle next to the bed and drink the rest of it holding a piece of ice in my mouth. I put it down and lay over top her kissing her waiting lips.

“Your mouth is cold” she says. I hum and wrap my lips around her hard nipples letting the ice lay on it. She whimpers and I smile at her response. I do the same to the other and kiss between the valley of her breasts.

I spread her legs and lay on my stomach. I let the ice sit on her clit. She lets out a loud moan and she tries to move but the hammer won’t let her.

I continue eating her out watching her legs wiggle around “Thor” she moans. She tastes like strawberries so sweet. She can’t help but grab my hair pulling my closer and grinding her pussy along my beard getting her juices all over my face. I love when she gets like this.

“I can’t handle it anymore” she says in a broken moan

“Yes you can” I chuckle. She moans frustrated that she can’t get run from me. I can never get enough of her taste. I’d eat her every second of the day if she’d let me.

“Oh god” I conjure up a small bit of lightning on my fingers and touch her nipple sending a small shock through her. The grip on my hair tightens and I watch her moan out “I’m gonna cum please slow down gotdamn”

I speed up tongue fucking her rubbing my nose on her clit. I shock her again leaving her a screaming melting mess as her juices pour out and into my mouth. Her legs shake and toes flex and curl. She huffs holding onto my arm.

Y/N moves Mjölnir to the floor with a huge thud and sits up pushing my head away. I look up at her licking my lips in shock that she moved Mjölnir.

“I didn’t know I could do that”

“Me either” I say “get your clothes on we have to tell tony”

“Can I get a minute I’m looking for my soul” she chuckles.

“Ok I’ll be downstairs”

“Can you please wash your face I don’t need them knowing what we did”’

“They could hear you”

...

I’m downstairs and everyone is staring at me. Y/N slowly makes her way downstairs and the crew looks between us.

“I called you guys here because Y/N has superpowers”

“Wait what” tony asks “how do you know”

“Well I was down on her and I wanted to try something new so I put Mjölnir on her to keep her still and she got so overwhelmed by my tongue that she moved it”

They stare at me in shock with their jaws dropped.

“Are you serious”

“I wish he wasn’t” Y/N says

“So pick it up” she tries to pick it up but it won’t budge. She tries harder and again it won’t move.

“Y/N how did you do it the first time?” Tony asks

“Bring back whatever you thought about that made you do it” Steve suggests. Everyone is talking at once which I can see that she’s visibly overwhelmed and the voices start to get louder.

“Everyone shut up” she picks up the hammer flailing it around. It goes dead silent and I smile

“See”

“Oh. My. God”

I actually give it some thought and I don’t want Y/N to have a superpower “we gotta put her in the avengers. She’s not just our nurse anymore. She’s an avenger”

I stand up “no”

“No?” she asks

“She doesn’t know how to use her powers and further more I will not put her in any sort of danger. That’s the bottom line”

“Thor it’s not up to you”

“If she gets hurt I will kill someone” with that I go back upstairs and sit on the little seat in front of the window. I don’t know why I’d do if I lost her.

I hear a small knock on the door and it opens. I see Y/N and she walks over to me.

“Listen I know your scared to lose me during a fight but I’m a big girl I got this”

“It doesn’t matter how strong you are I just don’t want to lose you” I hug her hips allowing her to see all of me. I’ve never explained my emotions to anyone else other than Jane and you see how that went.

“I love you” she kisses my head

“I love you”

[sunpathos]

𝖫𝖮𝖪𝖨 𝖵𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖠𝖭𝖳 ( 𝖲𝖸𝖫𝖵𝖨𝖤 ) 𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖫 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝟣

BEFORE THOR: loki laufeydottir, this is the only name she has ever known. she has always known that she was adopted, that she is laufey’s daughter who was found by odin. this is something she has always know. the meek daughter of laufey that was left behind. she is thor odinson’s sister. the goddess of mischief. they lose frigga early in her childhood, and yet she realizes that everything she knows, ever one of her powers is thanks to her. from the books that she left behind. as she grows, she thought of her kind, what they are, and what she can never be. she earns the title of princess of asgard, and everyone is reassured that she will never get to reign. this wariness of her is not because of her heritage (in fact no one knows she is the daughter of a frost giant besides close family, not even the friends, she and thor share). she has no intention to rule, in fact, she rather likes that the responsibility is passed to her brother. yes, she is fascinated by frost giants, and actually makes contact with them at one point. but, it is never about ruling and being queen. it’s about knowing where she comes from.

THOR: we see her first, in thor’s first scene. at his side, for getting ready to accept the throne with the rest of their friends. she smiles even, when she sees that her brother will be ascending into the throne. what she does not know, is that frost giants (aided by her tie to the planet and her cousin) have infiltrated the vault. she is by the side of odin and thor, watching the interaction, and finds it amusing almost. big reminder: she does not not know of the plans of the frost giants, but it is because of her ties to them. and she also agrees with thor, because she believes that they should protect asgard no matter what. she doesn’t realize how bad it is about to get, and how much of a knucklehead her brother is. she is only supporting thor and his lcaim to the throne because she believes that odin is wrong. she obviously tries to charm heimdall, because that is her thing, silver tongue is a nickname she takes to fondly. and rather than being a joke, it’s a sense of pride. sometimes it does not work and she can laugh about it. loki hates the idea of being discovered, of the people of asgard fully finding out that she is the daughter of the same frost giants that have... killed and maimed her people. big reminder again: she DID NOT let them in, no no, but they did use her as a bridge to get to asgard without her knowledge. and she does absolutely try to stop thor from being a idiot and obviously does not work because they just had to call him ‘little princess’. she fights with the as we see in movie. and does absolutely see her hand turn blue, and the way that the frost giant reacts. she wastes no time to kill that frost giant. she runs as we see on the show, trying to make sure her friend  does not die and that they themselves don’t die. she realizes that she is at fault for this mission as much as thor is. she had encouraged the will in him, told him he was right and gave him an edge.what she does not expect is odin, to make an appearance, to talk this way about them, and to whisk them away like that. when odin and thor fight, she does try to defend thor, only to be shut down and screamed out. but it is then, she realizes then that, it is her fault that the frost giants have made their way into asgard. what she does not expect is odin to cast out thor, when she is as much to blame as he is. she spends most of her time thinking once thor is gone. she keeps looking at solutions. and she also told heimdall to find odin and tell him. she is still suspected, and thought to be the user to bring them there. while she had a hand, she is not the one. the scene where we see loki touch the casket, does happen. but she knows. she knows, and she hates that her skin is blue, that she is... a frost giant. the conversation does not happen in pain, but rather, it is a way of her realizing that she is needed for peace. she call for medics as soon as odin crumbles, wanting to ensure a future of azgard. she realizes now, that she needs to be a bridge. a bridge for peace, not something that the frost giants use and discard. and yes, loki does take to the throne because she is next in line sadly. the scene goes mostly the same, but her friends do ask to end thor’s banishment. she says the same, but she truly means it. she knows that if she reverses what odin declared, she will be considered an undoer. and that is everything but what she wants. the conversation over odin’s bed goes a little different where loki asks frigga if she can truly bring peace. if she can be the bridge that they need her to be. she also appears to thor, and tells him the father is in his sleep rather than dead. she is honest, but cruel, because she needs him to suffer. she needs him to realize what he has done. she lies about their mother, to punish him, to make him realize.she never expect an apology or for him to cry, but hopes he understands what he needs to do, what needs to be done to ensure thor gets back. she cannot hand it to him, because it is not within her right. she tries to lift the hammer, but realizes that it won’t work for her. she is not worthy of it. she does goes to jotunheim to talk to laufey, and lies to them. tells them that she willing showed them how to get to asgard. that was a lie, and also tries to forge a peace. she does not bring back frost giants, but they have already... found a way in. following her, following her magic and her way of using that same magic. they use her a bridge once more, this time with one of half brothers, a true frost giant, wanting to rule asgard as his sister is the newest queen and he is older. let it be clear, that loki makes it treason to find thor because it is what has been told. thor needs to find his own way back home, find himself to be worthy. he must do that on his own (or so she believes) and sends the destroyer because it’s what she believes must be done. she does not wish to bring them harm, not to their friends or thor. she does as what she believes must be done. and sif gives thor hope rather than telling him that odin is alive. she does relive heimdall of his duties but because is what she believes it right. she does not freeze him, but her half brother does, and lets the other frost giants inside of asgard. loki plays along with the frost giants, letting them believe that she is on their side, that she hates all of asgard for lying and keeping who she was from herself. they all believe her to be the bad guy, to be the one that let the frost giants in. again it is her half brother that lets the frost giants inside and has frozen heimdall, not loki herself. she does play along because it serves her best at the moment. she kills laufey, knowing that it might be the start of a war, and knows that her brother will be angry, and she lets him believe whatever he wants. and goes on to destroy jotunheim, to ensure that nobody finds out who she is. she might be adopted, but she is his daughter. they do not fight, instead have a very heated conversation about her and the frost giants. they do fight, but it’s more about thor wanting to close the bifrost rather than wanting to kill him. she does use her illusion work to try and stop him from closing the bifrost, and is defeated. knowing her plan has thwarted, she does try to stop him, only to be too late. the speach goes mostly the same, but she does not let go. no, she lets herself be rescued by odin and thor. it takes a lot of her to do that, to accept that she needs all the help she can get. it takes a while before anyone can trust her, trust that she does not mean harm, and that she only did what needed to be done. she is apologetic and truly tries to be the best version of herself. tries to ensure that she does not believe her own lies. 

it should be noted that who we see talking to fury and eric is NOT loki, it is her half brother, the frost giant.

[dilliebar]

Worth It: A Dillie Fic

Alrighty bois after today’s trailer I thought we needed a pick-me-up so I went into freaking sonic-mode to finish this for you guys. Enjoy!

Ellie always has to be doing something. She hates sitting around, and she hates it when people do stuff for her. So when she gets sick, and her girlfriend Dina insists on sticking by her side while she recovers, she just can't manage to sit still. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24046546

It had started off with a sore throat, and had progressed to a small cough, and eventually grew to the point where Ellie had found herself angry that she had taken breathing for granted before she had begun to get sick. She hated it, but didn’t think much of it, considering that she had just been out on patrol a week and a half ago and probably caught a cold or something simple, something that would go away on its own. 

And while she was miserable, she wouldn’t let anyone else see that.

“Tommy, I’m really-” a strained hack emerged from her throat as she covered her mouth with her arm, “I’m fine, okay? It’s getting better.”

Ellie was supposed to have another patrol that day with Dina, and she was pretty persistent about going. After all, if she didn’t, the two would be separated for days, and she knew how much her girlfriend worried sometimes. Not to mention, she didn’t like sitting around. Tommy had already made her give up some watchtower shifts that week, and she was starting to feel pretty helpless all cooped up in her house like this.

Tommy shook his head, “I can’t have you risking getting everyone else sick with whatever you got, alright? And what would happen if you came across a group’a clickers?”

The girl sighed in defeat, the thought of putting anyone else in danger, especially Dina, haunting her mind for a brief moment before she broke out in another agonizing coughing fit.

“We’ll get someone to take it for you, alright? Just get some rest.”

Ellie nodded before closing the door and slumping down to the floor. Her head felt dizzy, as if she had just been on one of those crazy carnival rides she had seen while out gathering supplies. Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and even the blood that ran through her veins felt gross along with the rest of her body. 

She could feel herself drifting off, and so she pushed herself up weakly, intending to end up in bed but only managing to make it to the living room couch before plopping herself down. Her tense muscles relaxed at the relief. The old cushions would usually provide minimal comfort but she found herself sinking into them as if they were clouds. 

Tommy had probably let Dina know by now that she wasn’t going to be able to make it. She pictured the shorter girl’s beautiful, beautiful face that made her heart go warm. The more she thought about her flawless skin, her addicting voice, and those deep brown eyes the more she found herself slipping into a tempting and much-needed sleep. 

After only minutes of lying there, sleep engulfed her.

When Ellie felt herself awake she kept her eyes closed, hoping that she could fall back into that addicting sense of comfort and security that came from rest. She probably would have, too, if she hadn’t noticed the freshly-washed blanket wrapped around the majority of her body. That wasn’t there before.

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing at them and pulling at the blanket on top of her. It was a soft, blue fleece blanket, and she instantly knew it because it was the one she always curled up in whenever she stayed at a specific someone’s house.

Ellie sat up and took a look at her surroundings. To her left, a fire crackled in the fireplace, warm and incredibly inviting. A cup of water sat on the glass coffee table next to her, and at the sight she instantly grabbed for it, not realizing how dry her throat was until then. By the door she saw a familiar pair of shoes on the doormat, and her suspicions were confirmed when she succumbed to another sudden coughing fit, prompting her girlfriend to appear in the archway that connected the living room to the kitchen.

Witnessing the scene, Dina rushed over to the taller girl’s side, sitting down next to her on the couch, minding her legs, and rubbing circles on her back gently as Ellie worked through it. Dina grabbed the glass of water from the table and held it, ready for whenever she needed it.

As soon as Ellie was able to find a break from the coughing she desperately chugged the rest of the water down. Slowly but surely the fit subsided, and she leaned back against the arm of the couch while her sore throat recovered.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out on patrol?” she asked weakly, eyes closed.

Dina grabbed the girl’s hand, caressing it delicately.

“You really think I’d leave your dumbass here like this?” she teased, “You barely take care of yourself when you’re healthy. I asked Noah to cover.”

Ellie’s heart ached at the fact that Dina had stayed behind for her. First, she couldn’t go on patrol herself, and now she had to hold everyone else back, too?

She groaned in protest, “You should really go home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

“I’ll tell sick to fuck off.”

The comment elicited a laugh from the sick girl, which quickly turned into yet another string of worryingly-deep, wet coughs. Whatever this was, it definitely wasn’t just a cold, but still, Dina showed no desire to leave her girlfriend’s side. If anything, it only made her want to stay more than she already had.

Dina was like that. She never backed down from a fight, regardless of how shitty or unfair the odds might be. Even before they started dating, she always showed so much care and pure love for Ellie that the older girl had never quite seen in her life. She was definitely something special.

“I’m gonna go get the thermometer.”

Ellie grabbed at the shorter girl’s wrist.

“Dina I’m fine, please go home.” she croaked between coughs.

“If you’re fine, then the thermometer will say so.”

Ellie sighed and let go of her wrist after realizing that she wasn’t going to win, watching her perfect shape, covered loosely in Ellie’s own grey hoodie, disappear into the bathroom at the end of the hall. 

She was so lucky to have her.

Dina returned to her spot on the couch with the thermometer in hand. She delicately pressed the back of her hand to her girlfriend’s forehead first, scrunching her face at what was most definitely a fever. 

“Open.”

“Dina-”

“Ellie.” she challenged softly at the sick girl’s stubbornness. Suddenly she felt her body heat up at the demanding tone, not just from the likely fever. She reluctantly obliged and allowed the thermometer to be placed under her tongue. Silence overcame them again as they waited.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?”

Ellie sighed, trying to think up a good answer, knowing at this point she was probably in the wrong, but ultimately failed to find one.

“Because I’m not.”

Dina replied with an all-to-obvious roll of her eyes and took the thermometer in her hands, mouth agape as she read the temperature on the small device.

“What, are you 102% sure about that?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

Dina flipped the thermometer to show the reading, which, matching her snarky-ass comment, was a whopping 102 degrees. Yep, definitely not a cold.

“So that’s what you meant the other day when you said I was ‘smokin’” she laughed.

In response she only got a death glare from the girl sitting by her legs, as if whatever this was wouldn’t kill her already.

That’s when Dina stood from her spot on the couch and made her way to the door, putting on her hiking boots and a pair of gloves.

“I’m going to the clinic. Drink some water, and sleep, please.”

Ellie let out a mumbled “yeah” before turning over onto her side and pulling the blanket up over  her body yet again as she heard the front door close lightly. Great, now they not only had to mix up patrol schedules, but they had to waste supplies on her, too. She knew arguing would only make it tense, and after seeing her temperature she knew she was sick, but she was Ellie. She’d get over it.

Even so, she tried her best to abide by what Dina had told her to do. But at the same time, no matter how she tossed and turned and readjusted the pillow, she couldn’t seem to last a minute without having to cough something up. Her head and sinuses felt congested and she just couldn’t seem to clear her throat. It was like she was being fucking waterboarded or something, and the more she tried to ignore it the worse it got. Not to mention, the seconds ticking by had begun to feel like years. After a while of waiting she couldn’t take it anymore. One brief walk couldn’t hurt, could it? Or maybe she could even keep working on some projects around the house that she had started, like fixing the holes in the fence or reorganizing the cupboards.

Ellie smiled at the thought of finally thinking of a loophole. She wasn’t interacting with anyone. Technically she wasn’t leaving the property. She would probably even be able to get the fence done before Dina got back. After all, it wasn’t that big of a job and she had been meaning to get it done for at least a month. Now was probably the time to do it, when quite frankly there was nothing else for her to do. She might as well do something productive. 

And so, Ellie made her way clumsily over to the coat-rack, throwing on the first jacket that she could find and lazily slipped on her boots, either not bothering or just plain forgetting to tie them. She grabbed her red toolbox from beside the door, making sure that she had everything she needed, and pushed the door open. The cold rushed in, and immediately she regretted it. 

It had started to snow, and the temperature had definitely dropped since the day before. Still, Ellie slipped on a pair of gloves, took a deep breath, and stepped outside. She was already sick, what hurt could a little more cold do?

To work she went with her hammer and nails, kneeling on the thin layer of snow, brushing small clumps of white flakes off of the spare wood and lining them up over the holes. They were mismatched, since she didn’t really see the point in painting them white like the rest of the fence, but she didn’t mind. What she did mind was the cough that kept interrupting as she hammered nails into the fence. It was coming along a heck of a lot slower than she initially planned, since she had to stop every minute or so to satisfy the itching in her throat.

In an attempt to get the fence done faster, she hammered harder, trying to get the nails in as fast as possible. And it worked, for a bit. In fact, she was about halfway done when she made the devastating mistake of sneezing mid-swing. The hammer went crashing down on her thumb, hard.

“Jesus fuck!”

Ellie dropped the hammer and nail and shook her hand, almost as if it would shake away the pain that radiated from the spot she hit. When she took off her glove and looked down at her thumb to inspect any damage, she could already see it starting to bruise under the nail, which wasn’t so bad but it certainly hurt just as much as slamming your finger in a car door. She whispered curses under her breath as she went back inside, slamming the front door behind her and throwing her jacket off on the couch.

Even though there wasn’t really anything she could do about it, Ellie ran her hand under some cold water, which at least managed to soothe the burning pain in her thumb for as long as she held it there. She didn’t have any pain killers, and even if she did, she wouldn’t bother using them on something like this.

That’s when she heard the front door creak open and a familiar voice echoed through the house.

“Ellie?” Dina called out from the living room.

Shit. 

Ellie wiped her hand dry on her jeans and made her way out into the hall. Dina was carrying a few bags, one of which was a small, paper bag clearly from the pharmacy and the other which was paper, full with groceries. She stood tense, realizing that she hadn’t remembered to bring her toolbox inside, and sincerely hoped that Dina hadn’t noticed.

Then her mind switched gears when she noticed how absolutely stunning her girlfriend looked right then. Small, white snowflakes rested gently atop her head of black hair, while others left small spots of condensation on her hoodie and face. Her nose and cheeks were a little more red from the cold than usual, and when she noticed Ellie standing in the hallway, the cutest smile stretched across her face.

 She was so beautiful.

“So I talked to Denice at the clinic. She said you might have pneumonia, but I guess there isn’t any medicine for that on-hand, so I just got you some stuff to help with the cough. I got some food too since your cupboards look like you don’t even live here.”

A laugh escaped her lips and a wave of appreciation ran through Ellie’s body as she went over to help with the bags. They unpacked everything on the dining room table silently, with a few stray coughs here-and-there and some concerned glances from Dina. At one point Ellie reached for a can at the same time as her girlfriend, their fingers brushed together, and that’s when Dina noticed it.

“Hey what’s up with your thumb?”

Ellie looked down at her finger, which had now become more bruised than before, and by now it was definitely noticeable. A small panic arose in her chest as she searched for an answer, but she really just spout the first white lie that came to mind. 

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. I think it’s been like that. Weird, huh?”

Dina’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t buying it, but there was no way that Ellie would let her be right about this whole “being sick” and “staying inside” thing.

“Uh-huh.” Dina said, taking a second look around the house. She hadn’t bothered to look too closely when she got back, but now it was all starting to come together.

“Why’s your jacket on the couch?”

Ellie was stunned. There was no going back now.

“I got cold.”

“Yeah? Then why are you wearing your shoes.”

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, trying her best to think of an excuse.

“My… feet got cold.”

Dina took one last look around the room with a swivel of her head, and that’s when she noticed one key thing that was missing.

“Where’s your toolbox?”

The way she said it as more of a statement than a question, her eyes narrowed and head slightly tilted made Ellie realize that she had been caught red-handed, literally. When she failed to come up with an answer, Dina walked over to the front door, took one look outside, and turned back with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Really, Ellie?”

Ellie sighed and slumped back against the table. She was really in for it, now.

“I’m gone for maybe thirty minutes and in the meantime, you’ve managed to not only probably make yourself more sick by going outside but also bash your thumb with a hammer?”

Ellie looked down at her boots the entire time Dina went on. She knew she was right. She knew that fixing a fence in the middle of what was about to become a blizzard was probably a stupid reason to get off the couch, but the latter sounded just as stupid to her, too. Why should she stay inside, all comfortable on the couch while everyone else is out there doing something to help?

But she stayed silent throughout the majority of Dina’s rant, and she tried to remain that way even as the itching in her throat became unbearable, but she was human, and she couldn’t contain it forever.

“I mean I’m trying to help y-”

Dina was cut off when Ellie broke out into what was probably the worst of the coughing fits she had gotten since she began to get sick. The coughs were deep, heavy, and filled with pain, and suddenly the mood changed from tense to caring within seconds. Her girlfriend’s eyes softened as she made her way back to the taller girl, rubbing her back to console her. They stayed like that for a few moments until Dina remembered the medicine she got from the clinic was only a few feet away.

She took the bottle of red-liquid, which Dina had honestly never seen in her life, but Denice swore by, and poured some into the little cup that came with it. It smelled nasty but it was worth a shot. At least the bottle said it was cherry flavored. How bad could it be?

She gave the cup to Ellie, who was still hunched over, coughing, who downed it immediately without question. She made a face at the taste, but despite all of the coughing she managed to get it down just fine. Soon the coughing began to subside, but Dina grabbed her another glass of water just in case.

“God that stuff is fucking disgusting.”

Dina laughed, more out of relief that it actually worked than at her comment.

“You’ve had it before?”

Ellie grabbed for the water and chugged it down. She took a few deep breaths before answering.

“Yeah, wouldn't recommend it.”

They both laughed that time at the predicament. It was stupid, really, when Ellie thought about it. That moment of relief when Dina pulled out that disgusting little cup of red medicine made her realize just how much she appreciated all of this. Her gentle touch, her girlfriend’s caring nature, and even as much as she hated to admit it, the nagging, too.

“I just wanted to help with something.” Ellie said quietly, throat still sore.

Dina nodded in understanding, “I know, but everyone needs a break sometimes.”

Ellie laughed, “Well someone has to pick up the slack.”

“But it doesn’t always have to be you.” Dina retorted without hesitation.

They both fell silent after that, as Ellie looked up to meet Dina’s gaze. She looked into those beautiful brown eyes that stared right back into her own emerald green ones. Suddenly she felt a little bit of guilt form in her chest at her own stubbornness. Her girlfriend was right, there wasn’t anything wrong with getting a bit of help sometimes. After all, she had certainly been grateful for all the help Dina had given her that day, and just a few minutes before. Ellie would’ve kissed her in that moment if it didn’t increase the chances of her getting whatever she had, so instead she settled for the second best thing. “I love you.”

The corners of Dina’s lips pulled up into a small smile.

“I know, dumbass.”

Ellie scoffed, “Wow, thank-.”

Before she had a chance to finish Dina leaned over and planted a small kiss on her cheek, setting every single one of Ellie’s nerves on fire. Her mind was boggled by how she was able to do that every time they kissed, but the taller girl never complained.

“Now let’s get you some soup.”

It took awhile for Ellie to get back to her fully-functioning self, given that coming across specific medications was generally pretty rare when out scavenging for supplies, but every patrol made a note of it, and one group actually managed to make it back with a few bottles of penicillin which she was extremely grateful for.

In the meantime Ellie and Dina continued to bicker every now-and-then over what counted as “resting” and what counted as “pushing yourself”, but they always managed to work it out in the end, and despite Ellie’s reluctance to have her girlfriend around while she was sick she ended up being appreciative of her presence. 

She enjoyed having her around so much, in fact, that they finally decided to move in together after a year of being in a relationship.

“Alright, well, I think that’s everything.”

Ellie set down the last box of Dina’s things inside the bedroom, which she’d now be sharing half of. She was both excited and nervous, knowing that they would most definitely have disagreements about various things, but also knowing that they managed to balance each other out pretty well. 

Dina fell back onto the bed, claiming the right half which was now her’s. Ellie laid down next to her, watching her girlfriend roll over and she stared into those beautiful deep eyes that she loved so much.

“Are you sure you’re feeling better?”

Ellie nodded, “I’m sure.”

The shorter girl smiled and nuzzled into her chest, holding as close as she could. Ellie could smell the faint scent of cinnamon from her girlfriend as she wrapped her arms around her.

“Of course, now there are little germ monsters everywhere, so you’re gonna get it now, too.”

Dina released a small laugh.

“Worth it.”

[dreamingsushi]

Douluo Continent - Episode 6

So tonight is just going to be a full me focused night. I'm sitting on my couch, I just gave myself a good night time face care, going extra for it. Because I deserve the love. I'm super ready for that next episode. I'm actually enjoying right now the ending credits of episode 5. Because I really like it. I believe Chinese drama OSTs are so underrated. Like, they are good. Sometimes the intro is a little too long, but... they good. I mean, they are good as music I would listen to while driving or cleaning. Or just to work out. Or just for fun. Plus they are perfect for KTV. And KTV is just my everything, I even bought one since we can't go KTV anymore ): And there we start!

Tang San manages to make an opening for Xiao Wu and the Great Master, but he used lots of his Spirit power and he can't summon it anymore. Xiao Wu wants to give a beating to that ugly. Tang San also wants to fight back, but the Great Master uses his second Spirit Technique to make everyone unconscious and make them leave. But then Xiao Chenyu still tries to threaten them so it angers Yu Xiaogang so he gives him a beating then they leave. And Wang Sheng hits ugly Xiao Chenyu with a sword. I hope it leaves a scar.

Tang San takes Xiao Wu and Yu Xiao Gang to his hometown.

Oh. Wang Sheng killed Xiao Chen. Then someone comes to ask who killed him. And Liu Long says it's Tang San and Xiao Wu. That person is under the city master and he orders to follow Tang San and Xiao Wu because everyone who was on site when Xiao Chenyu died would pay the price. Wang Sheng, I kind of dislike you now... Like I get it. But I still really dislike you.

Tang San and the others arrive at Tang San's place but his father hasn't been living there for a while already. The Great Master asks Tang San to show him his spirit. It's not dead, but it has been deeply injured by the lightning. It might never heal again. But there's still a way and that would be to get the second Spirit Ring. But he has just got his first one, so the chances he would succeed are really low. Moreover, it would be difficult in such a short time to find a Spirit Ring suitable to his condition.

Suddenly his father's back? He tells them to leave as fast as possible and informs them that Xiao Chenyu is dead. So they need to leave. Tang San wants to make Xiao Wu and Yu Xiao Gang leave first. And take all the responsability on his shoulder. And... like... I enjoy good characters. But Tang San is a little bit too... into the hero syndrome for me. His logic just doesn't make sense to me, it's too... pushy. Obviously, he can't pesuade her to leave without him so they decide to join forces and give them a lesson so they won't bother them again.

Yu Xiao Gang doesn't leave first and stays behind to talk with Tang San's dad. He feels his face is familiar. Then he recognizes him and asks him wasn't he dead a long time ago? I mean, Tang San's dad is rather the mysterious guy, and he definitely has a heavy past. The guy's Spirit is a hammer like Tang San's second Spirit. Then he got a perfectly suitable second Spirit Ring for Tang San. It was a gift left to him from his mother. She even had chosen the first one for him, but Tang San's dad says the one Yu Xiao Gang found for him was even better. He will help him once again, but Yu Xiao Gang can't reveal anything from Tang San dad's past.

Tang San tries to convince the chief of the village to tie them and hand them over so they will cut ties with the village. And he does. The bad people come in, ready to get them and kill them. Meanwhile Tang San's dad entrust his son to Yu Xiao Gang. Who happens to be from a quite a pretigious family. But he doesn't want to die, so he's going to leave. And then he changes his mind and comes back for them. He awakens the creature for Tang San.

The plant grows and gets rid of all the bad people, it doesn't seem to be affected by the lightning. Well not much. Tang San needs to go back out to distract the lightning master because his Spirit makes him look like a vegetal so the big one won't bother him. They manage to neutralize him! Yeah! Then Tang San can try to absorb his second Spirit. He cuts the plant and grabs it, which brings him much pain. He almost died too, he Yu Xiao Gang didn't come to rescue, the plant would have killed him. Xiao Wu comes in and uses her Spirit trying to help him. Tang San finally wakes up. Which makes him the fastest Spirit Master in acquiring a second Spirit Ring. Now they are all curious to see what his second Spirit Technique is and fight to be the guinea pigs. To save the Great Master, they will try on him, but...

END OF EPISODE! Yep. It's always like... they always cut AFTER cliffhangers, so it's just... Actually it's like they make a cut for an ad break. But it's the end of the episode. Anyways. I was rather impressed with Xiao Zhan's acting while he was unconscious and trying to wake up. It was pretty convincing to me and I usually am not a fan of his pain/scared acting, so this was rather great. He's growing as an actor, that's for sure and it makes me really happy. And also, I knew I knew Yu Xiao Gang from somewhere. I mean the actor, Calvin Chen. And that would be because I was really into Aaron Yan at some point in my life. And they are from the same boy band, Farenheit. Like, I would never has thought I'd meet one of them in such a drama. Don't get me wrong, it's a pleasure. But a surprise. Anyways. That's going to be it for me tonight, your humble me is getting tired and needs to go get some sleepy time.

See you Sunday for episode 7, tomorrow is K-drama night with my friends and we have some basketball anime to watch so I won't have time for that after work! Good night!

[blaster-aichi]

Cardfight!! Vanguard Extra Story IF 15 things

belated edition because brain went on a marathon

The opening scene with Aichi appears to insinuate one of two things: either the Sanctuary Knights need Kai-kun to help stabilize his condition or, as part of a theory below, maintaining the IF World is putting a strain on Aichi that’s becoming more than he can handle with time. The latter would solve why the team suddenly intended to have him visit Sanctuary considering the lengths Aichi’s gone to to keep them apart, but just how he could fulfil the role, haven’t been able to think up anything.

Ibuki switching to Aichi’s first name being a permanent thing now. Yes. (It’s a nice idea if they’re going to play on the both switching places from high school arc)

Had theorized Kai-kun was in an otherworldly/pocket dimension location with the colouring of the scenes in the preview but Takuto summoning him begs the question of how much he has as Prisoner; why not summon Emi and the others into the castle? Or Rekka and Ren, as a means of reintroducing them to the story now that their objective overlaps with that of Suiko’s group? Also Takuto being soft mint Takuto, you little shit, don’t just dangle a life like that over a kid’s head when you know it’s more “real” than the dream he’s living in.

Someone actually drag Aichi home, he’s way too dangerous. He’s pointing swords at anyone and everyone. It speaks for how deep the distortion in him is seeping, with the pacifist we’ve seen him be over the years, to raise a sword at even Kai-kun, to attack Ibuki(’s cards, but somehow not his fingers) with it — and tossing Ibuki into the void — one can only imagine how badly he’s going to react to how far off the rails he went if he has a PsyAichi-esque realization.

Kai-kun confirmed to never hold a girl’s hand before.

How dare Bushi make the Kai Parents the softest, chillest parents when we’ve been privy to what their real selves are like. (Papa Kai mixing up Shuka and Emi slays. Sir, do you mix up your employees too?)

SHIZUKA  — seeing her anything other than bubbly is painful, particularly when it’s used to contrast the happiness of the Kai family; it serves to hammer home how only one of Kai and AichiEmi is allowed to have a family remain in tact and their happiness preserved, driving home how the other serves to be a sacrifice.

“I’m not the kind of guy who still plays Vanguard in high school!” a) did he just roast his real self (and 90% of the cast)? b) side-eyes the preview, ahaha.wav

IF then: presents itself as the most light-hearted season to date IF now: threatens murder at every turn and has the two boys who’ve been protagonists in the past both run away from home in a single season

The episode all but said in as many words that the price of Aichi’s creating/altering IF World to ensure Kai-kun’s happiness was his own presence so as not to trigger any awakening to Kai-kun’s Outside World memories, sacrificing his own happiness to be around his friends in order to allow his best friend a content, fulfilling life. But in recognizing that, and willingly giving up the illusion for the sake of someone else demonstrates just how good a kid Kai-kun is, no matter the world, no matter how cold and distant he’d portray himself in the card-centric seasons.       — Season 1 (of 2011, so different continuity but go with it) initially painted Kai-kun as a more selfish individual in order to mask the complexities of his predicament, his goal appeared to be about power in order to topple a rival, but it was demonstrable that his motivations weren’t so cut and dry: it was about getting Ren back from a state that warped him, the fear that the same was happening to Aichi before his eyes and he was scared due to his inability to prevent it. And Link Joker followed the same line of thinking: his giving into Reverse was never about power, but his fear of falling behind and not being able to keep up — bearing in mind, he had done so thus far without the involvement of any power like Ren and Aichi had experienced — his motivations had always been driven by helplessness, fear and any inability to face them head-on, finding it easier to handle if he ran away — which was a big part of why it bothered me that people would nail him as being completely selfish and stupid when giving into temptation and accepting Reverse’s power. IF’s iteration of him gets to demonstrate what would happen if he was able to communicate himself properly and follow through with what he believes, in similar vein to Legion Mate, but without the shackles of guilt and atonement; he’s experienced a happy life, and wishes not to deprive someone else of the same, but without the pride of his usual self, he doesn’t run himself into the ground overthinking, but takes action based on the emotions he freely allows himself to feel and express.

Eager to see the extent of Kai-kun’s power; Kourin stated he’s in an incomplete form, but he’s able to perform the same as Emi without the need for Shuka’s involvement and even Ride units the same way had hoped Emi was going to prior to the season’s airing. Which poses the question of how is he able to and why Aichi would allow it within a world that he tampered with to erase the relationship, unless it’s a facet beyond his reality warping ability.

Kamui’s appearance in the preview brought a thought to mind: although they’re in different branches of the school ordinarily, there’s been no evidence that Kai-kun attends Hitsue within IF, and that, in fact, with his family’s wealth, it’s possible he could even attend Miyaji instead. The line of thinking is wholly dependent on how Kai-kun reacts to Kamui and/or his uniform come epi 16, but it would be a nice nod to the dividing up of the Kai/Miwa/Ibuki trio to have them each in different schools in a similar manner to their initial divided stances in the season’s plot.

Also IF 16? Did someone order extra-cute?

A couple of theories to add to the pile (partially yanked from discord logs)

Aichi:

Something corrupted him and started fucking with his head to implant the insinuation that Kai-kun's life would have been better had he never pursued Vanguard as a hobby and the two of them never met. It could be that Ibuki Deleting Kai-kun and the subsequent struggle he had was the means for this line of thinking to worm its way in.      — In the same vein as VoidAichi, said corruption gave him the ability to warp reality, allowing for a completely happy and harmless life for Kai-kun, though it distorted things around him as a result, hence binding his page in the Akashic Records; that's a defence tactic Aichi took to prevent the change from being recognized by the Tatsunagis and an effort to correct what was clearly altered from their understanding For the sake of not risking himself being a trigger that would bring to the surface any memories of his real life, Aichi ran away from home and holed up in Sanctuary, removing any chance of Kai-kun being enlightened to the truth and allowing his perfectly happy life to continue without a hitch, and by having him get bored of Vanguard, there is no tie between them But the corruption is poisoning him and/or the strain of upholding such a world is taking its toll on Aichi, hence the beginning of the episode, and they already spelled out he himself isn't happy, it kills him to not see the person he wants to most, but sacrifices his happiness for Kai-kun's. Why he wanted Kai-kun brought to Sanctuary, idk, maybe as a brief respite, to serve as a reminder of why he's doing this, and keep his eroding spirit strong      — The corruption is what's turned him into a violent monster who's fine with hurting or pointing a sword at whoever gets in his way. VoidAichi was passive and sealed because he was a threat to his friends' peace, trapped in a position where he was a ticking timebomb, but IF Aichi is proactive and cut himself off because he's a threat to Kai-kun's happiness and can do something about it.

Also it's made pretty obvious that Aichi's tampered with Kourin, Naoki and Shingo's (and probably Miwa's) memories, which is why they're so fixated on his will and their dedication which feels kind of cult-ish, because of Naoki's glimpse of the real history after he lost the fight In his own, even more twisted way than Legion Mate, Aichi thinks he's doing the right thing, and the interference with that dreamworld isn't something he has the patience for due to the corruption, which is why he freaks out whenever Vanguard is brought up or someone opposes him

Ibuki:

The theory is Ibuki's been cast into an illusion where he relives his childhood, or maybe an ideal childhood is given to him in the same vein as IF Kai-kun to lessen his will to fight, whether to enforce just what he's up against and the hurt he could face again or to give him a glimpse of what he could be blessed with if he stops interfering with Aichi's world Shuka seeking out Emi gets a little more strength to it as well, as the only person in the world who would recognize that anything is wrong with the atmosphere at home the way it is after Aichi ran away, and no-one else knowing him because of his isolated childhood, so she's the only anchor to drag him back down.

Courtney also came up with the suggestion that Ibuki might instead be forced to loop through his torment at the Deletors’ hands, living through cycles of his attempt to erase Vanguard, to twist the knife but also try to remind him of why Vanguard is a terrible thing.

Kai family:

“I’ll see you again someday”.

The use of this line as Kai-kun’s parting words to his parents is striking: as given Shuka’s warning, the likelihood of him actually achieving this is minimal, unless for a few scenarios:     — he returns home to be with them as IF World is erased and the timeline corrected, allowing them one last time together     — post-IF, the real Kai-kun seeks out his parents. In doing so, he’s able to demonstrate to them what he was able to grow up into despite their abandonment, even if for that purpose and then to part ways with them. For the real Kai-kun, such a meeting would serve as closure and for the IF version within him, it would be one last show of love and gratitude for the life they gave him. (the latter part could apply to the real Kai-kun, appreciating the childhood he was given until they left.)     — Also the irony that they absconded for selfish purposes, shirking all responsibiliy of their child, left to fend for himself against the ire of his relatives, but when he runs away from home, it's to protect them. What a good boy.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Counting Bodies like Sheep

Summary: Kim and Chloe break down.

Warnings: TORTURE. Seriously- this is a bit more... obvious. There is torture here. As well, use of a slur, referenced child abuse and other things. 

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Chloe’s always been a bit broken. She knows this. 

 It happened young. When she was just a little girl and her mommy decided she wasn’t exceptional. When her daddy decided all he had to do was give her money. 

 She isn’t sure when she started knowing she was broken though. 

 “Oh sweetie, we just want to know what you were planning.” She told the man in front of her. He’s tied to a chair, glaring at her and Kim. 

 Chloe never expected to work with Kim. She never gave he boy the time of day at all. Why bother? He wasn’t special. Wasn’t important. Her mommy told her she had to focus on people who were special. Important. It’s why she was only allowed Adrien as a kid. 

 She wanted real friends though. And her daddy let her go to public school.

 Mommy left soon after. 

 Maybe that was part of her breaking.

 “Go fuck yourself.” Snarled the man. “You’re nothing but a slut. You don’t scare me.” Chloé snorted.

 “Wow, original.” She mocked. She smirked as Pollen buzzed angrily from the rafters. 

 Pollen. Pollen was her first friend. Really she was. Adrien was a business thing. Sabrina… well Chloe tried but even Sabrina was pushed at her because her daddy wanted a police officer in his back pocket. And Sabrina has something similar happen to him.

 Chloe gave up trying after a while. She didn’t care anymore.

 Why bother? 

 Picking up a serrated blade, she raised an eyebrow at the man.

 “Are you sure?” 

 “Yeah! You won’t touch me.” Sneered the man. Chloe snorted and stripped off her jacket before she plunged the blade into his shoulder. He started screaming.

 She smiled. 

 Chloe didn’t know when the final breaks occurred. All she knew was that it happened. When Lila came and started lying. At first, she ignored it. 

 But then everything began changing and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Being Queen Bee helped. But things kept happening. Lila spoke to her daddy and mommy and they were going to have another baby. To replace her. She heard them talk about it. How utterly fucked up their kid was. 

 So she decided to show them fucked up.

 Chloe ripped the blade out, blood splattering the room. She made a face.

 “Ugh, it’s getting on my shirt. Monkey, hold my knife.” She handed the blade to Kim and then stripped off her shirt, before taking the knife back and slamming it into the other shoulder. Ripping it out again she slid it down his chest, cutting him. 

 She started partying. Drinking more. Lila took those things and spread nasty rumours. Chloe’s name was mud.

 Except for some others.

 “Still not scared?” She mocked the man. “Gonna talk?”

 “All you do is stab.” He snapped. “You’ve got nothing that’ll scare me. And you’re giving me a show.” He leered at her chest and she stabbed him in the crotch. His screams were her soundtrack as she grabbed some pliers.

 “Pity. Oh well, this is more fun.”

 She hadn’t known they were the rest of the Miraculous Team. Not really anyway. Sure she’d had her suspicions about Adrien, but the others? No. All she knew was that they were the ones knocked down and hurt by Lila. The bottom of the pile. 

 It had helped. They’d kept her from falling fully. They’d kept her from doing worse than drinking. 

 She’d even fallen in love.

 Chloe ripped out the man’s right thumbnail, adding more screams. 

 “Willing to talk yet?” She asked. The man took a breath and then glared. 

 Oh, pity he was against them. This guy had spunk. 

 Alya and Nino had sort of swept her off her feet. Sure they had issues between them but… well after the first screaming argument that ended in a hard fuck against the wall? They happily put their issues aside. 

 Her parents had been horrified. More broken Chloe and fucked up Chloe and all that bullshit. they’d tried to get her to stop. 

 She wouldn’t listen. 

 She ripped off more nails and sighed as the man just screamed. Music to her ears. 

 “Mm. Maybe I should record this one day. I’d love to fuck Fox or Turtle listening to this.” She told Kim who snorted.

 “Neither would be up for it. They don’t like the screams like you do.”

 “True.” Chloé hummed. “Oh maybe they’d tie me up and put headphones on? That way I’d get the best of both worlds.”

 “You’re kinda sick Bee.” Kim laughed.

 “Look who’s talking Monkey.” Mocked Chloe. 

 Learning who they all were. It made everything better. But then Chat got stabbed and nearly died. 

 They were all close. Incredibly close. Enough a bond formed between them all. They became something different. 

 The death spread across them. The dark energy- the inhuman energy- affected them all. It didn’t break them. It made them stronger. Made them more in touch with their animal sides.

 The final break came from Lila. Of course it did. 

 She claimed to have been helping the team defeat Hawkmoth. That it was all her who did everything. That Adrien had been helping his father. 

 They proved her wrong but with all the hate, all the scorn thrown at them from all over when they sided against her- after being thrown out by their parents…

 Was it any shock they snapped?

 Chloe grabbed a hammer and slammed it down on the man’s knee, breaking it. He screamed. 

 She smiled in the screams. They sounded like her daddy had when she revealed every single fucking lie he told, every bribe he offered. It sounded like Sabrina after Chloe ruined her.

 It sounded like Lila had while Kagami ripped her apart. 

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 Kim never talked about his home life. It wasn’t bad or anything just… quiet.

 His mom was never around. Nor was his dad honestly. They worked long hours. He had babysitters as a kid but soon that stopped when they thought he was old enough. 

 Ten wasn’t old enough. He knew that now.

 Kim slammed the woman’s head into the ground. She growled. “Fuck you!”

 “I have a boyfriend thanks. How about instead you tell us where the Ghosts are hiding their shipment?” Kim asked the woman. She growled in response. He picked her up and threw her against the wall.

 He got into sports because his dad talked about them. Got into competing because his mom said he had to be the best. It consumed him. Max… Max helped stable him out, helped pull him out of it. Max was great. 

 Of course, he couldn’t be with him. Not like that. No, his dad wouldn’t have no fag for a son. 

 Whatever. He liked girls too. He liked Chloe right? Sure she hurt him but it was fine. Whatever. Ondine came next. And she was amazing.

 “I won’t fucking talk!” Screamed the woman as Kim casually snapped her arm with his two hands.

 “Really?” He asked. She glared. “Why does the damn Ghosts keep getting good people? We’re nicer.”

 “Because you’re sick freaks who get off on this. You were heroes!” The woman yelled. Kim wanted to laugh. So he did.

 Oh, sure they’d been heroes. But after a while, he started noticing that Lila’s words didn’t match up with what Ladybug said, that her actions were freaking weird. 

 He started talking out and… everyone just turned on him. Him and the others. It was confusing and strange. He’d had Max and Ondine though. 

 Until he hadn’t.

 “You were heroes!”

 “You know I don’t get it,” Kim said, turning to see Chloe walk into the room bright red with blood. She’d taken off all her clothes but her underwear it seemed. Didn’t want any blood on her or whatever it looked like. “They scream and shout about us once being heroes. Shouldn’t they be happy we aren’t anymore?”

 “Not when you’re like this you freaks!” The woman roared and he grabbed her leg to snap it. Her screams filled the room again. 

 Ondine left him. Believed the rumours and… it hurt. It hurt a lot. He felt shattered sorta. A bit more broken than before. 

 Max had been his rock. Along with the others. They leaned on each other all of them. Marinette led them and it was amazing. She was a born leader. Kim didn’t need it to be a competition. He just followed. 

 “You know you might kill her if you break too many bones,” Chloé said in a bored tone. “I’m also ordering food. What you want?”

 “Pizza or Indian,” Kim said casually. “And I pumped her full of some potion that Xuppu told me about. She won’t die… not until it wears off. Hurts like a bitch and makes you dependent on it too.” Chloé laughed and left. The woman he was dealing with began crying. “Yep, you heard right. I can hurt you in any way I want and you won’t die until I let you. You won’t even pass out.” 

 The woman sobbed harder.

 He kissed Max one day. It was sudden and he hadn’t fully meant to but he did. Max kissed back and he thought there was some happiness…

 And then his dad threw him out. Lila had seen, had taken a photo. Kim was alone. Adrien snuck him into his house and it was okay but. Everything was going to hell still. Especially when Gabriel the fuck had turned out to be Hawkmoth. 

 And he ran his son through.

 Kim stomped on the arm he’d already broken, breaking it again. The woman was sobbing now. Xuppu looked irritated from his spot up high. He’d been trying to nap. 

 “Sorry, buddy. She’s a tough one.” Kim told him before he kicked the woman hard in the ribs. Another scream sounded.

 Saving Adrien, the dark energy… it didn’t do much but bind them together. And then fucking Lila kept going on and on and Kim felt so fucking mad. 

 When she pushed them that one step when she made that fucking move they just… snapped. 

 Kim wished he was the one to kill her. He really did. But Kagami got there first. 

 Kim sighed as he turned away from the crying pile. He’d eat and come back for more. Maybe she’d talk then. 

 Or maybe he’d have to keep going. Either worked.

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Hammer of the Gods: Part Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,172

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“An elephant?” you ask, not believing Dean’s story at all.

Apparently, he walks by a room with the door open, saw a full-grown elephant with a towel, only to double check and see a big black man in its spot. There is nothing else left to check, so you three head back to the lobby.

“Yeah,” Dean sighs.

“Like, an elephant?”

“Like, full-on Babar.”

“So, what the hell is... where is everybody?” Sam trails off once he gets a look at the lobby.

Every single person is gone, and so is Chad. The lobby is deserted. You and Dean stay put while Sam goes to check the front doors. Just like you suspected, they are locked.

“Let me guess—it's locked. So, what, the roaches check in and they don't check out?” Dean asks.

“Think about how we got here. That detour on I-90? The fucking hurricane?” Sam exclaims.

“Are you saying we were led here?” you wonder.

“Like rats in a maze.”

“Who would want us?” you ask, and both brothers give you a bitch look since you’re asking an obvious question. “Who would want us and a hotel full of people? Usually, they come after us wherever we are. We don’t get led to places. Plus, where did everyone else go?”

“We should stick together this time,” Sam says.

You take the lead on this one and walk into the dining hall. There is no one in the room, so you continue on your way into the kitchen which is also empty. You take one step at a time, slowly making your way through the kitchen. There is nothing out of the ordinary except for a pot on the stove that’s bubbling. This should not be left alone, especially in a hotel. Dean walks closer to it with a scared look on his face.

“Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup,” he mutters and lift the ladle that’s resting inside the pot. As soon as it surfaces, two eyeballs do as well. He lets go of the ladle in disgust. “Motel hell.”

“I knew something wasn’t right,” you sigh and continue on your way.

There is something about the meat freezer that’s in front of you. There’s nothing wrong with it visually, but it’s like something is pulling you to it. When you get face to face with it, a hand slams against the tiny glass and a face appears.

“Help us! Get us out!” a man screams.

This must be where the hotel guests have gone. Sam reaches in his jacket to take out his lock picking tool kit, but you wave him off.

“I got this,” you say and your eyes turn blue.

Magic courses through your body from your eyes to your fingertips, showing off a stream of bright blue magic from underneath your skin. It’s like the magic is showing everyone how it works and where it’s going.

“Hurry up!” Dean yells.

“You know, I would go a lot faster if you didn’t,” you yell and turn around only to stop short when you see who is behind him, “rush me.”

“There's somebody behind me, isn't there?” he asks without turning around.

All you can do is nod slowly just as the color in your eyes and hands die out.

The three men who were behind Dean grabbed you, Sam, and Dean with force and brought you to the grand ballroom. They are a lot stronger than you, so you can’t use your magic to get yourself out of this one. The doors open and they shove you in to reveal a handful of people that look like they want to eat you.

Your eyes flit around the room and at the name badges these people wore. The big black man that Dean saw, his name is Ganesh. Ganesh is the elephant-head Hindu God of new beginnings. There is another man who is a lot older with a white beard—Odin. Odin is a war God in Norse mythology. A black woman with gorgeous black hair is named Kali. Kali is the Hindu Goddess of death, time, and doomsday. Another black man is named Baron Samedi. Baron Samedi is a Haitian God of the dead. There are others, but you assume they are also Gods of other things.

“Something tells me this isn't a Shriner convention,” Dean comments.

Chad, who is now named Mercury, pushes a food table into the room to serve dinner. Mercury is the Roman God of messengers. You knew there was something off about him.

“Dinner is served,” he announces and takes off the silver top that’s covering the course.

Like you suspected, there is a human head and his innards lying on the table for the Gods to eat. A round of applause erupts once they see the dinner plate. A spotlight suddenly appears and shines on the three of you. You shield your eyes from the brightness, and one of the main hosts steps forward with a smile. His name is Baldur, another Norse God that you can’t remember what he does.

“Ladies and Gentleman, our guests of honor have arrived,” he smiles. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. Although in all my centuries, I never thought I'd see this. This many gods under one roof.”

“Gods?” Dean whispers to you and Sam.

The men who brought you here shoves you three to chairs and makes you sit with you in the middle of the brothers. Every single God took their place at the dinner table so that everyone is sitting except for Baldur.

“Yeah, don’t you know your mythology?” you whisper back.

“Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules. No slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We're trying to keep a low profile here,” Baldur continues.

“Oh, we are so, so screwed,” Sam whispers.

“Now we all know why we're here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we've all had our little disagreements in the past. The time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Because if we don't, we won't have one. Now we do have three very valuable bargaining chips. Michael, Amara and Lucifer's vessels. The question is, what do we do now? Anybody have any bright ideas? Speak up. This is a safe room.”

Zao Shen, the kitchen God of Chinese folk and mythology, stands and speaks in Chinese. His tone is angry, and Dean turns to you and Sam with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh I do not like his tone,” he scoffs.

“Kill 'em? Why? So the angels can bring them back again?” Ganesh responds to the Chinese God.

“I don't know what everybody's getting so worked up about,” Odin speaks his mind. “'Cause it's just a couple of angels having a slap fight! There's no Armageddon. Everybody knows, when the world comes to an end, the Great Serpent Jormungandr rises up, and I myself will be eaten by a big wolf!”

Zao Shen speaks again in his native tongue, and Odin rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” he asks as if he can understand the language. “Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world's getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle? Ha! Give me a break!”

Zao Shen hisses back in his native tongue with his finger pointed at Odin. The Norse God gets up as if he’s going to jump across the table and bitch slap him. Yours, Sam, and Dean’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Zao Shen responds back in Chinese. You have no clue what they are talking about, but this might be your clue to get out of here while they are fighting. They keep up with their verbal argument, and you look at Sam and Dean. They know what you’re thinking, and you three stand up to leave the room. As soon as your back is turned to the Gods, the chandelier by the door unhooks and drops to the ground in front of you.

“Stay,” Kali interrupts as she stands. You turn around to look at her with a glare. “We have to fight. The archangels—the only thing they understand is violence. This ends in blood. There is no other way, it's them, or us.”

“With all due respect, ma'am,” Mercury speaks up, “we haven't even tried talking to them.”

There is a brief pause as Kali stares at Mercury with slit eyes. He begins to choke up blood, and he claws at his tie as if that’s going to help him breathe.

“Kali!” Baldur stops whatever hold she has on the Roman God.

“Who asked you?” she points her question to Mercury.

Just then, the double doors to the grand ballroom opens and Gabriel comes wandering in like he owns the place.

“Can't we all just get along?”

“Gabriel?” you ask, but he cuts you off with a swipe of his fingers.

Whatever he did to you, he did to the Winchesters because you can’t speak at all.

“Sam! Dean, Y/N... It's always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?”

“Loki,” Baldur sneers.

Wait, Loki? Do they not know who he is?

“Baldur. Good seeing you too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail,” he chuckles.

“Why are you here?”

“To talk about the elephant in the room,” Ganesh begins to stand up, indignant, but Gabriel points a finger at him to stop him. “Not you. The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first things first,” he turns to you three with a sarcastic smile. “The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later.”

Gabriel snaps his fingers, and suddenly, you’re in your hotel room. Your eyes widen and you start stuttering to figure out what the hell just happened.

“Okay, did that—holy shit!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. By the way, next time I say let's keep driving, uh, let's keep driving.”

“Yeah, okay, next time,” Dean mocks.

“Okay, I guess we need to figure a way out of here. First things first, we need to save the people in the freezer. Then, if we’re lucky, we kill some Gods.”

“When are you ever lucky?” Gabriel says from across the room.

He is sitting on the black leather couch with his right leg crossed over his left.

“Bite me, Gabriel,” you glare.

“Maybe later,” he winks at you.

“I should've known. I mean this had your stink all over it from the jump,” Dean interrupts with a scoff.

“You think I'm behind this? Please. I'm the Costner to your Houston. I'm here to save your asses.”

“You wanna pull us outta the fire?”

“Bingo! Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait. Either way, you're uber boned.”

“Wow, 'cause a couple of months ago you were telling us that we need to “play our roles”. You're uber boning us!” Dean yells.

“Oh, the end is still nigh. Michael and Lucifer are gonna dance the lambada, but not tonight. Not here.”

“Why do you care?” you ask.

“I don't care. But, me and Kali we, uh, had a thing. Chick was all hands. What can I say? I'm sentimental,” he chuckles and gets up to stand in front of you three.

“Do they have a chance against Satan?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Really, Sam?” Dean scoffs.

“You got a better idea, Dean?”

“It's a bad idea. Lucifer's gonna turn them into finger paint. So, let's get going while the going's good, hmm?”

“Okay, then zap us out of here,” you shrug.

“Would if I could, but Kali's got you by the short and curlies. It's a blood spell. You three are on a leash.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means it's time for a bit of the old black magic,” he chuckles and takes out breath spray.

He applies two spritzes in his mouth with a smile.

“Whatever. You do that, and we're gonna take the people in the freezer with us.”

“Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks outta here,” he rolls his eyes.

“They called you Loki, right? They don’t know who you really are?” you say and step forward to make sure he knows you’re not to be messed with.

“Told you. I'm in witness protection.”

“Okay, then how about you do what we say, or we’ll tell those Gods about your secret identity. They don’t seem like the pro-angel type of crowd,” you chuckle.

“I’ll take your voices away.”

“We’ll write it down,” you say as you take one step closer.

“I'll cut off your hands.”

“Do you really think that’ll stop me?” you ask as your eyes glow blue.

“Fine,” he huffs and backs off.

The color leaves your eyes, and you smile sweetly as he vanishes from the room. You turn to the brothers with a victory smile.

“That’s how you get things done around here.”

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@proximio-5 Asked: What happened to team JNPR?

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*Bloodgulch guitar jingle plays as the camera pans trough the corridors of Atlas academy, stopping at the Ace Ops bored and idling around in they're communal room*

Harriet, arms crossed, leaning against a wall: Marrow?

Marrow, standing next to her: Yes Harriet?

Harriet: Why are we here?

Marrow, pensively: ...I don't know Harriet...why are we here? I guess its one of life's greatest mystery huh?

Harriet: No you dumbass! I mean't why are we here twidling our tumbs while the general as a meeting with these weird color coded soldiers??? We were under attack by grimm only a few hours ago and now they're all just GONE!

Vine, playing cards with Elm: I heard the general say something about some kind of space time anomaly, I tried asking but he said it was classified.

Elm, putting a card on the table: Hey speaking of things disappearing, what happened to those Beacon brats? Last I remember they kicked our lights out but now they're nowhere to be foun-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Nora, busting trough one of the walls with her hammer knocking every Ace Ops on the ground, absolutely enraged and sparkling with pink electricity: WHERE IS IRONWOOD!?

Pyrrha, entering the room through the hole Nora made, Ren and Jaune at her side, cringing at the damage Nora caused: WE'RE SORRYYYYY!

Jaune, gesturing at the Ace Ops, whom are dazed and scattered around the room: Pyrrha? I'd like to introduce to the Ace Ops. Ace Ops? This here is- actually you know what?

Jaune, pulling a middle finger at them: Go fuck yourselves you should be honored to even be graced with Pyrrha's presence.

Pyrrha: Jaune...aren't you being a little mean to them?

Jaune, putting a reasuring hand on Pyrrha's shoulder: Ok. Ok. Hear me out. I know the Ace Ops LOOK nice, but they're what we call class traitors. Also they're asslickers...except Marrow. Marrow's cool.

Jaune, happily waving at Marrow, all the while Nora violently rampages through the room: Hi dude whats up! This is my gf Pyrrha! She's uhhh, supposed to be dead but we don't really have time to unpack all that and I was wonderi-

Marrow, weakly raising his hand in a tumbs up from under a small pile of rubble as Jaune continues to ramble in the background: H...hello...miss Nikos....pleasure.....to meet you....big fan...

Pyrrha, giving Marrow a polite knod, as Nora slams Harriet through the ceiling with a pool table: O-oh! I didn't know I had fans in the military! The honor is all mine sir!

Ren: Ummmm shouldn't we reign Nora back before she actually kills someone?

Nora, slapping the shit out of Elm: WHERE.

*SLAP*

IS.

*SLAP*

IRON.

*SLAP*

WOOD!?

*YEETS ELM THROUGH A WALL*

Vine, visibly sweating in fear despite keeping a straight face: If you have business with the general...then you can find him in his office but-

Nora, walking up to Vine, stopping mere inches away from his face, narrowing her eyes: In his office huh? You better not be lying to me twig boy.

Nora, busting down the wall right next to Vine and walking through it, the rest of JNPR awkwardly following her one by one: COME ON TEAM! IRONTWAT'S LEGS AREN'T GONNA BREAK THEMSELVES!

Marrow, rising from the rubble snd dusting himself: You ummm, you ok Vine? You're looking kinda pale there buddy.

Vine: I am physically unscathed, but I am, however, screaming on the inside...

Clover, running in and stopping his momentum with the doorframe, panting heavily: GUYS PREPARE FOR COMBAT NORA VALKYRIE IS-

Clover, as Harriet comes crashing back down trough the ceiling, awkwardly taking in the state of the room:.....after the general....

Marrow, casually: Yeah its a little too late to tell us that boss.

Clover, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe while massaging his temples: *sigh* You know what? Fuck this.

Clover, putting on a fishing hat he pulled out of his pocket and unfolding Kingfisher: Ya'll can have the day off. I'm gonna go fishing.

Clover, his voice echoing through the hall as he walks away: Tell the general it was nice knowing him!

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Carolina, in Ironwood's office with Sarge, Lopez and Church at her sides: And thats pretty much all we know about the anomaly that fused our two worlds sir. We're just as in the dark as you are.

Ironwood, Winter and Penny behind him: This is indeed concerning...but at the very least it stopped Salem's invasion.

Sarge: Yes yes immortal demon witch queen blah blah blah. Can we go back to the real reason we came here?

Carolina, exasperated: Oh goddammit.

Church, as Ironwood and Winter look at them in confusion: Sarge for fuck sake we aren't-

Sarge, interupting Church and taking a step forward: Good sir. Aren't you tired of being blue? Don't you just want to unleash your inner RED!?

Ironwood, exchanging a confused glance with Winter: Ummm, I don't think I understan-

Sarge, slamming his fist on Ironwood's desk then pointing at his tie: OF COURSE YOU DO! Look at your tie! Its RED! But confined and drowned out by all this BLUE! Your subconscious is giving your inner struggles physical form THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES!

Carolina, in a scolding tone: Sarge. We've been over this.

Sarge: WHICH IS WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN THE RED ARMY AND UNLEASH THE RED WITHIN YOURSELF!

Church: He's already the leader of his own faction you dumb old fuck! HE'S NOT GOING TO JOIN YOUR SHITTY ARMY.

Penny, tilting her head in confusion: "Unleash your inner red"?Aren't meat people supposed to keep the red inside their body?

Lopez, in spanish: Please ignore him Penny, nothing he says or does ever makes any logical sense.

Ironwood, awkwardly clearing his throat to bring everyone's attention back to him: I ummm, appreciate the offer seargeant however um...the kingdom of Atlas would preffer to remain neutral in this......"conflict"...

*Building rumbles*

Ironwood, standing up and on alert: What was that!? Schnee the cameras!

Winter, pulling her scroll to look at the security feed, a confused look plastering her face once she sees Nora rampaging through Atlas academy on her screen: Huuuuuh.....sir? You might want to see thi-

Nora, through Winter's scroll: WHERE ARE YOU WOODY!? DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY BABY BOY!

Winter, raising an eyebrow in confusion, as Ironwood's eyes widen in realisation: Baby...boy?

Penny, chirping cheerfully as Ironwood wipes the sweat from his forehead: I did not know friend Nora had a child!

Nora, busting into the office, the rest of JNPR standing awkwardly behind her: KNOCK KNOCK.

Church, exasperated: Oh no its another color coded fighting girl with a transformy weapon.

Carolina: Holy shit what did you do to piss this girl off?

Ironwood, pulling his collar: I ummmmm-

Oscar, poking his head into the room, speaking in a casual manner: He shot me.

Church: Where the fuck did you come from???

Carolina, glaring at Ironwood: You shot a child!?

Oscar, crossing his arms and staring at Ironwood with a smirk on his face: Yup. Off a bridge too.

Sarge, flatly: I don't want this guy in my army anymore...

Ironwood: Now I know what I did was wrong but, I'm sure if we all calm down we can tal-

Nora, slamming Ironwood trough the floor with her hammer, causing him to fall several floors down: VIBE CHECK!

Carolina: Oooooo I like her.

Sarge: Hands off blue. I saw her first.

Carolina, looking down the hole Ironwood fell through: Do you think he's dead?

Ren: No, his aura must've saved him.

Church: Seriously!? Jesus this aura crap is bullshit!

*awkward silence*

Pyrrha, breaking the silence: Sooooo want to go do more comedy segments?

Carolina, turning to face Pyrrha: Sounds lovely. You....have a very nice voice by the way.

Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh thank you! Your voice is very pleasant as well!

Lopez, in spanish, as everyone else leaves the room: Come on Penny lets blow this joint.

Penny, following Lopez out of the room: With pleasure friend Lopez! But I must ask. What joints shall we be blowing?

Ironwood, after everyone leaves the room, his voice barely audible from down the hole he fell into: Hello? Winter? Anybody??? I'm still stuck down here! Hellooooooooooo????

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Veemo's notes: This one took me a long time cause I didn't know how I wanted to end it. Sorry for the wait! 🙏😔