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simply-un-well · 5 months

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this is my last concrete idea prompt that i had B) it didn't really turn out how i planned, but that's okay! also, it's relatively based on how i get on the rare occasion in cars which i literally just don't know how to describe.

The bus ride back is obnoxiously bumpy and the thought of committing mass murder crosses Blake's mind at the laugh Jason lets out from beside him at the movement. First person would be Jason on the sheer principle of how annoying he has been for all the years he has known him. Second would be Jesse for making them have to sit next to each other for "team bonding". Third is the Coach for approving that decision. Fourth is the bus driver for making what is supposed to be a normal drive back from their game absolutely hell.

As if whatever higher power just wanted to laugh at him further, the second the last thought crossed his mind, the bus ran over another pothole. The bump jerked everyone forward, knocking Blake into the seat in front of him. Effectively snapping him out of his thoughts as his face made contact with the scratchy fabric. As if to add insult to injury, Jason turned to look at him at just the right time to see it happen.

Jason burst out into laughter, attracting the attention of the people in front of them, as they were seated in the absolute back of the bus. Tavin's head popped up over the headrest, questioning Jason on what he found so funny.

Scowling even further when Jason eagerly jumped up to explain, Blake stared out the window as a flush crept up his neck. His head was already starting to hurt from the movement of the bus, he did not need to deal with Jason's teasing too. There were like two hours until they got back, maybe he could just sleep.

Eyes closed, Blake presses his cheek against the cool glass of the window. It’s soothing, as the coldness seeps into his skin. Maybe he can make it through this with only minimal bodily harm to his very annoying seatmate who he can hear making fun of him for what happened earlier.

Stubbornly keeping his eyes closed, Blake drifts. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. Faintly aware of the yapping in the bus and the weird twinge of pain in his head.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes before an elbow slammed into his biceps. Blinking his eyes open at the pain, Blake’s first thought is ‘fuck you, Jason.’ Followed by ‘fuck, my head hurts.’

The bus knocks into another pothole, and he grimaces at the jostling of his head. It feels like there’s a lump in his throat, some sort of pressure pushing down on it. Squinting, the pain in his head only escalates when he looks around the bus. He makes eye contact with Jason who immediately starts being annoying.

“Why are you looking at me,” he rolls his eyes. “I know I’m pretty, but I’m not here for you to stare at.”

Swallowing thickly, Blake frowns. “How much longer?” He can’t be bothered to deal with Jason and all his self-absorbed whatever. His head hurts, but not in the typical headache way.

Jason frowns, slightly weirded out that he didn't take the bait. Normally both him and Blake can and will take every opportunity given to try to one-up each other, whether that be with words or actions. "Hour and a half, sleeping beauty," Jason scoffs mockingly.

That's…that's only thirty minutes? Maybe Blake will actually just die instead. Ever since he was rudely bright back to the present, something has just felt off. Throat tight and head pounding, looking out the window is better than looking around the inside of the bus, however marginally. He keeps his eyes trained on the horizon, trying to figure out what's wrong.

Jason has long since gone silent, looking at him strangely. As much as they hate each other, you don't go years knowing each other without, you know, knowing each other. It all seems relatively normal until one of the large signs on the highways, that lists the upcoming exits and directions come up.

The words flash by and subconsciously, Blake's eyes latch on to read them. That's…that's so much worse, something in his throat squeezes and then pulls and oh…Oh. He swallows thickly before closing his eyes stubbornly. The swaying and bumps of the bus aren't helping, but at least he doesn't have to see any more signs.

Normally, Jason might push off telling the Coach or Captain about something like this happening to Blake as payback for something he did, but seated next to him, he's actually in the splash zone if anything were to happen. Glancing over at Blake's palling face, he makes a decision.

Nudging the chairs in front of them until Tavin pokes his head up over the top again, tilting his head questioningly at Jason. "Think he's motion sick," he murmurs, nodding over to where Blake is sitting perfectly still, tension visible all over his body.

Inhaling sharply, Tavin winces at the sight. "Yeah…Let me wake up Jess, he'll probably know what to do."

A minute passes by before Jesse pops up, frowning at the sight. "Is he listening? Never mind, I have a plastic bag here that you can give him just in case. Of course, you can switch seats with me and I can keep an eye on him instead if you're not comfortable."

"Fuck, you're such a mom, Jess," Tavin teases him. "Just say you want to look after the kid."

Jason ignores him, instead contemplating it. He's honestly kind of out of his depth, never mind the fact that he doesn't really want to deal with vomit, much less from the guy he hates. Glancing over at him, Jason notes how his eyes are scrunched shut, throat bobbing with every swallow. "...you sure that's alright?"

Jesse nods, and they hurriedly switch seats. Sliding into the seat in front next to Tavin, he frowns worriedly.

"Don't worry so much about your friend, Jess knows what he's doing," Tavin tries to reassure him. "Practically a mother hen to the entire team if they'd let him."

"I'm not worried," Jason scoffs. "And he's not my friend."

In the seats behind him, everything is a lot less calm. There's a building pressure in Blake's throat. He wouldn't say it's like nausea, but he feels close enough to throwing up whatever he ate after the game that it doesn't even matter. His head is pounding, the world swaying beneath his feet.

There's a hand rubbing up and down his back, a voice murmuring something to him. He can't open his mouth to talk around the tight squeezing of his esophagus.

"Blake? Hey, kid, I need you to help me out here." The voice is from next to him, but it doesn't sound like Jason. "Can you open your eyes for me?" He really really doesn't want to, but he wants to know who this is.

Squinting his eyes open, he sees long…hair? Hm…the only person on the team with long enough hair is Jesse. He'd be a little more embarrassed about this happening in front of his captain if he didn't feel so bad. 'At least it's an upgrade from Jason,' he thinks bitterly. Jason would never let him live it down on any bus rides later in the season.

"Okay, okay, thank you, that’s good. Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" Jesse's voice is careful and soft. Somehow just parental enough to feel safe without being patronizing.

Blake nods. The tightness in his throat is worse with his eyes open. Eyes glancing around, he tries to breathe through it. Jesse passes him a plastic shopping bag, the logo written on the side of it. Glancing away before he has the chance to properly read the words.

The bus suddenly runs over a pothole and the tightness in his throat pulls up and then out. Tongue pushes forward as he jerks into a silent gag. His body convulses slightly as he clamps a hand over his mouth.

Jesse is quick to grab the bag, holding it up underneath him. "Just breathe. It's okay."

Another bump in the bus and sick pours from his mouth, just barely managing to move his hand in time. Blake can barely register what's happening anymore, stuck in a haze of discomfort. His head hurts and his stomach feels weird and there's something that feels like it's stuck in his throat. The bus is making the ground feel unstable, and he barely realizes he's throwing up again until he hears the vomit hit the puddle at the bottom of the bag and Jesse's murmurs of comfort.

The sick pools in the bottom of the plastic bag, undigested foods tainting it a disgusting beige. Looking down at that sight of it is almost enough to make him vomit again. Thankfully he manages to restrain himself, spitting into the bag before drawing back.

By now his eyes are closed, trying to block out the sight of the sick and from triggering anything even further. Groaning quietly, he slumps against the back of his seat on the bus.

"Are you feeling any better?" Jesse asks carefully. "Think you're done for now?"

It takes a second to mentally survey everything before Blake replies. "M'done." He's dizzy and his head hurts and he just wants to sleep through the rest of the bus ride. Leaning against the window, he can faintly hear Jason and Jesse talking before a water bottle is pressed to his lips.

"Take a sip and then you can sleep," a voice, likely Jesse, instructs him.

He does, the cool water washing away the foul taste, before closing his eyes. This time slipping into a deep sleep.

#emeto #emeto fic #emeto writing #emetophilia #my ocs #sick #sickfic #vomit fic #vomiting #emeto prompt #sickfic prompt #i've never actually thrown up from this #it just gets close then i force myself to sleep and then it's normally fine afterwards

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from-a-reckless-writer · 3 years

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here lads have an angsty supercorp soulmate story

It starts exactly 24 hours after Kara’s departure.

It’s subtle at first. It actually reminds Lena of the first few days after they met.

The slow but steady build-up of pain manifesting itself into little things; shaky hands, dizzy spells, chest pains. The pills help, of course. She’s already ingested 5 pills in the span of 3 hours and she’s contemplating taking more. Just to keep the pain—threatening to overtake her—at bay. But what good would she be if Alex finds her passed out on the floor? Veins chock-full of narcotics?

So, she wills her hands to stop shaking and pushes on. She sends a text to Jess to send a shipment of pills to her home address; tells her to be discreet.

She can do it. She’s done it before. She can fucking do it again. And she will bring Kara home.

Because every moment that passes with them apart, means a step closer to Lena’s death.

You might think she’s exaggerating, but really she isn’t. See, Kara’s her soul mate, not just in the figure of speech wax-poetic sense but literally Kara’s her soul mate.

But her being a Luthor of course, soul mates wouldn’t come easy. None of it had ever been easy. Why would this one be an exception? It wasn’t unheard of, no, there were a few rare cases of it being recorded. Of course, Lena would be one of those people. Why wouldn’t the universe add shitty soul mate luck into the long list of misfortunes in Lena’s life? What’s one more curse, right?

See, Kara’s her soul mate but...Lena isn’t Kara’s.

“You look like shit, Luthor. You’re allowed to take a break you know?”

It’s Alex who breaks her out of her reverie. She prays to God that Alex doesn't notice her shaking hands. She’s well aware she looks like shit. She feels like shit, she doesn’t need Alex of all people to point that one out. But now, Lena notices that the whole place is empty, she didn’t even notice J’onn slip out. She didn’t even notice Alex coming in too, really.

Brainy had long passed-out in one of the beds in the MedBay in the 2nd level of The Tower, Nia taking up the opposite bed. There was a brief moment when she walked in that made her feel tempted to occupy the third bed and take a break. But then, her chest tightened and a flare of pain lit up her whole insides, it was reason enough to keep her feet moving and back unto the computers trying to pinpoint Kara’s location.

“I know,” she replies, “But it’s really not necessary, Alex. I’ll rest after.”

She doesn’t need rest, what she needs is Kara to be here.

She refuses to look at Alex, fingers flying across the screen. Alex shifts closer to her, lays a hand on her right arm prompting her to stop. Her eyes land on Alex's hand and continue up to Alex’s eyes.

“We’ll find her, Lena. But you have to rest. I’m serious, Luthor. Come on,” Alex persists, wrapping her hand more firmly and tugging at Lena to follow her.

She doesn’t say that rest will do her more harm than good. She doesn’t say that if she closes her eyes all she would see is Kara’s body floating all alone in space and the pain would start anew.

First, her chest and then travelling up the rest of her body until all there is is pain.

She doesn’t say that she needs to work in order to distract her from the pain.

Instead, she holds her tongue, lets Alex bring her to the 2nd level and tries to have the most fitful sleep of her life.

***

It gets worse on the 5th day of the second week. It really isn’t a surprise considering this is the longest she’s had to go without Kara around.

She’s taken mega-doses of painkillers in anticipation for today. Last night was a nightmare, she had to bite down on a hand towel as waves of pain assaulted her, again and again and again.

When morning came, it slowly subsided. Once feeling had returned to her legs she ran into the kitchen and swallowed 3 pills immediately.

It doesn’t matter if she’s taken 3 or 4 or a whole bottle today, because it will just get worse and worse the longer Kara isn’t by her side.

And so, she drags herself into The Tower again, because she needs to finally find a way to bring her back.

She tries to ignore the tightening of her chest even though she’s really having a hard time breathing now. Not to mention the pain behind her eyes that is bit by bit making it difficult for her to coordinate with Brainy’s computations.

She’s taken to keeping a bottle of pills on her person now. Opting to take them dry as if they were mint candies to keep her tongue moving while programming lines of codes.

She thinks she’s still being subtle.

Well, she is.

Until she isn’t.

She crumples to the floor in front of everyone and a guttural scream of pain breaks free from her lips.

***

When she wakes it’s to Alex sitting by her bedside.

She lets out a groan in response to the sore feeling of her entire body. It’s like the time they were forced to do team building exercises all day in Mt. Helena and Lena nearly passed out.

Alex hands her a bottle of water. She sips greedily before handing it back and wiping her mouth.

“Hey? How you feeling?”

“Like I wanna die.”

Alex sighs and Lena intentionally avoids her eyes.

“It’s Kara isn’t it?” Alex says and Lena doesn’t bother with lying anymore.

“It is.”

“How you survived almost two weeks away from her, I wouldn’t know. Two days away from Kelly—” Alex breaks off, inhales deeply and then sighs again, “That’s already torture for me.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” She retorts flatly, hands fiddling with the rough edges of the blanket. Alex looks like she wants to say something about that but Lena beats her there.

“How?” She asks, gesturing to the IV drip. How am I not feeling pain right now? How am I still breathing? How am I still alive?

“The DEO created a special fluid for agents,” Alex reveals, “They distribute it to agents on field assignments. That way, them and their partners don’t die from pain. Good thing, J’onn had a stash hidden here, well, we always thought it would be for me and Kelly. Never expected you, Luthor.”

Lena takes that in for a moment. So, the DEO had a special formula of Dextrose to stave off the pain of soulmate separation and apparently she’s using up all the remaining bags of it.

And it’s not even supposed to be for her.

“Don’t worry about it. Brainy can replicate the formula.”

Worry must’ve shown on her face. So, she works on schooling her features again, she knows that Alex is itching to ask her questions but is trying to be polite.

There’s really no use hiding anything now though.

“K-Kara’s my soulmate,” she finally says out loud, and she’s always thought that it’s supposed to feel cathartic and freeing but instead it just feels heavy.

“But I’m not hers,” she quickly finishes, better to rip the band-aid off. She briefly looks at Alex, whose face doesn’t give her anything; mouth a tight line and eyes shining with curiosity.

She doesn’t know if Alex had ever had a conversation with Kara about soul mates before. Had they talked about it? Had Kara ever mentioned Lena acting too clingy whenever they don’t see each other for a short period of time? Had Kara ever told Alex if she would want a soul mate of her own?

But the look and silence from Alex’s side makes Lena refrain from asking.

Instead, she starts to tell her how it had hit her the instant Kara walked in her office. How there was a zing! and her brain had immediately screamed HER. That’s the one. She’s the one.

How when they met eyes and Kara had told her her name it felt like Lena’s soul finally found her home.

“I asked for her name and I kind of thought she’d wait for me to get out of the office,” Lena trails off and Alex takes it for what it is.

Their first meeting was all sparks for Lena but then, the conversation kept going and going and Clark had tried interrogating her and Kara didn’t do anything.

Didn’t approach her afterwards, didn’t show any reaction that might’ve given Lena a clue that she felt the way Lena did.

A conclusion was easily reached.

Kara was hers but she wasn’t Kara’s.

After the initial shock settled in, Lena set to work. Because that was what she did best. Work out a solution to everything and anything that poses a problem.

How many people have dreamed about meeting their soul mate? How many years had Lena sat there hoping that tomorrow maybe, maybe she’ll finally meet them? She never expected this, never expected her soul to find a home that isn’t hers.

Staying away from Kara was a non-starter, it’s only been a day since they parted but Lena can already feel the beginnings of pain. Slow but sharp shots of throbbing from behind her eyes then came the shaky hands then the dizziness and then—

They became friends and Lena made sure Kara didn’t know anything about her growing need to be close to her; didn't let Kara know about the fact that the universe made Lena its most epic punchline yet.

She agreed to scheduled game nights and movie nights and lunch dates. She never knew the pain of soulmate separation during those early days. Kara was always around; bringing her a salad, covering an L-Corp gala, crashing on Lena’s couch.

“It was easy, you know? Kara was always there. What are friends for?” Lena mimics Kara and then repeats somberly, “It was easy, Alex.”

Or at least, Lena kept telling herself it was easy. She had it easy. She didn’t have to think about painkiller pills or cutting her business trips short—because the pain becomes unbearable too soon—like so many of her board members do.

She had it easy with Kara, she can just call and she’ll be there.

Until, Kara started going MIA. And for three days pain overtook her entire life. The pain made her unable to think clearly, the pills kicking in at the last minute.

“You haven't been around. Supergirl's been there for me. Person who judges me on the very premise of my last name, but my best friend hasn't,” she accuses because Goddamnit Kara has no idea what kind of shit Lena had to endure with her going away with no warning.

Logically, Lena knows it’s partly her fault.

She knows that if she only just told Kara that she needs her to live, Kara would stay. But she doesn’t want anything to change.

Of course, Kara would stay, it was the kind of thing a person like her would do.

Kara would take care of her, whatever Lena needed she would give.

But Lena didn’t want things that way.

She wants Kara to want her the same way she wants her.

But no, Lena’s not going to tell her that. She is never going to know. She will find an alternative. So, she injects as much venom as she can into that accusation, “B-but maybe it’s better if I leave.”

She makes Kara leave.

She just got her cure back and immediately Lena had pushed her away. The moment Kara stepped out of the door, a dull throb already kicked in her chest; as if telling Lena she was making a big mistake.

She regretted that night so much, Jess had to drag her drunken body out of her office.

Then it became normal again and Lena went back to not worrying about body pains again.

Because a different kind of pain is trying to make itself known.

A gaping hole in her heart that is entirely unrelated to the biological consequences of being separated from your soul mate.

She was falling in love.

She was falling in love and she wasn’t prepared for how it would hurt to have Kara not love her back. She can endure the physical pain, there are pills for that.

But there wasn’t any type of medication to see your other half everyday and not have them see you as theirs.

When Lex told her Kara’s secret. Something broke inside of her. Which was saying something, considering she was getting her heart broken every single day that Kara wouldn’t look her way.

But to know how stupid she’s been? To realize that the flutter of her heart whenever Supergirl was near was her brain telling her it was Kara?

There was no word for that.

“I think, I kept rejecting the idea of Supergirl being Kara you know?” Lena huffs out, laughs drily, “Imagine how fucking painful it would be, Alex, if Supergirl was my soul mate. This person who didn’t trust me wholly, who lies behind my back, imagine if she was my soul mate? It would have felt humiliating. My body knew better, though,” she admitted sadly.

“When Lex told me, all the little painful outbursts every time Supergirl flew away? It made sense. Everything made sense, but at the same time? Everything hurt too.”

She tried hurting her back. Created Hope. Experimented with Q-waves. Foolishly used Myriad. Teamed up with Lex.

But even through all of those? The separation pain never knocked her out.

Even when they were fighting, Kara was still always around. Even when the world—the fucking multiverse got reset. The pain wasn’t enough to knock her out. Not like today.

Because Kara was always lingering around convincing her not to join Lex, crossing paths in CatCo, flying into her home even if it was to call her a villain.

All of those interactions were still sustenance for Lena.

But this? This separation? This knowledge that Kara was somewhere out there, unreachable. That she could be lightyears away in space and it has been two weeks since Lena had last saw her, it has her every molecule shouting to go find Kara.

“It’s never been like this before,” Lena confesses, “I thought I could do it without-”

“Help?” Alex supplies and Lena finally turns to her and she feels a hand squeeze her.

“Yeah.” She mutters back softly.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Luthor. You’re part of the team now whether you like it or not. We are going to help you, we’re going to find a temporary solution for that pain and then we’ll get back to work and we’ll find Kara.”

#im thinking if i'll continue this after the 2nd ep but hmm we'll see #anyways hope u liked that little blurb #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #supercorp fic #soul mate au #supercorp #rcklss writes

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popanalysis99 · 3 years

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Toxic Men in TV Series who are the absolute worst.

(TW: R*pe and Sexual Assault)

While there are some men who seem to be interesting, let’s not deny the fact that there are most male characters who act like their “toxicity” is cool but honestly, it’s horrible and something not to root for. So here are the toxic male characters who are the absolute worst, excuse my misandry:

Kevin McRoberts - Kevin Can F**k Himself

We had to start somewhere from the bottom of the underworld. A recent entry on this list, Kevin is the lead character Allison’s husband who...let’s just say has the brain of a dumb frat bro who is extremely high on pot and hasn’t recovered since then. While most of the sitcoms in the past would portray these so-called goofy and dim-witted husbands as “big fun” and lovable, Kevin is not like that, at all. In this anti-sitcom nightmare, Kevin literally believes that the whole world revolves around him. He plans such stupid unrealistic schemes to seize the day, recklessly spends the savings on stupid irrelevant sports merchandises and doesn’t even let Allison have her own agency outside of his life. Plus he is so petty and spiteful to the point he destroys one good thing that any of the women in the series have, like Allison’s dream job and Patty’s love life. And that latter was because she didn’t bring him a burger! All of this makes him look less funny and more tyrannical. No wonder poor Allison got spurred into wanting to kill him.

Ross Geller - Friends

Ross may seemed like a “nice guy”, but let’s just agree it was a facade. Ross believes that he knows what’s best for the women he dates in the series and thinks he is superior and is always right about everything. He is seems extremely disturbed over the fact that his ex-wife, Carol is a lesbian and is jilted towards her current wife, Susan and snarks at the latter for it. And then there is her extreme control and jealousy towards Rachel, especially in her career. While Rachel is no saint either, Ross jumps to the conclusion that the man who got her a perfect job wants to sleep with her, then goes out of his way to humiliate and mark his territory on her and even if it’s revealed that the said guy has a girlfriend of his own, Ross still doesn’t abandon his theory, unless he believes that the guy is cheating on his girlfriend with Rachel. And then there is the fact that he joined his student girlfriend on a spring break just to have her all to himself, not caring about the fact that what if one of his students or colleagues would’ve seen him on TV with her and that could’ve put him in a huge scrutiny.

Joe Goldberg - You

The show is basically built around how toxic Joe is, but this didn’t stop him from having his own fanbase apparently, with most of them glossing over his actions. But Joe is not a dream boyfriend at all. Once he sees a woman in front of him, he immediately gets obsessed with her and believes she belongs to him and him only. And to achieve that, he stalks her, he checks everything about her, kills people he believes are harmful to her when he himself is the same and when the woman finds out about him and rejects him, he kidnaps and kills her and the cycle begins again.

Chuck Bass - Gossip Girl

What is it with the teen drama industry’s obsession with the “Bad Boy who can be redeemed with love” trope? Chuck Bass is “the bad boy” of Gossip Girl. If his attempted rape of Serena and Jenny didn’t give fans an indication that how deranged he is, his violent and emotional abuse of his girlfriend Blair cements him as this. He slut-shamed women around him, hit Blair once and even traded her for a hotel ownership and somehow he gets a happy ending with her at the end! What?

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Nate is a star quarterback of his high school football team and seems like he has it all, but underneath, he is fucking deranged. His untamed manly rage causes him to physically and emotionally abuse his girlfriend Maddy and blackmail Jules, who didn’t do anything wrong but just sleep with his father, which makes me think that Nate is blackmailing her into lying to the cops about his assault on Maddy when she wasn’t even there when it happened just because it’s fun for him. Honestly, I’d like to see the imagine Rue and Jules had of killing him become a reality someday.

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Just because the show is named after him since he is the protagonist, doesn’t justify his actions. Dawson sees himself as some sort of a Nice Guy hero who believes he is entitled to everything. He has this extreme view on women and how they should fulfil his fantasies of his Rom-Com world. He is extremely critical of Jen when he finds out about her promiscuous past and tells her that she should be ashamed of herself for it, and gets jealous when his two best friends Joey and Pacey begin dating. And when he was briefly in the movie business, he was a rookie but was already a primadonna with the director and crew of the movie was working on and insulted a film critic for criticising his movie which was actually bad.

Kilgrave - Jessica Jones

Kilgrave is the main villain of the Marvel-Netflix series Jessica Jones. He becomes obsessed with the titular heroine when she breaks off from his mind-control. Before that, he spent years treating her as his sex slave and raping her constantly, which left her traumatised. He begins to stalker and believe it will be a “lover’s reunion” when he will see her again someday. He manipulates and brainwashes everyone around him to his whim and treats most women as objects but despite all that, sees himself as the good guy of the situation. Even after Jessica finally gives him his just desserts, he still haunts her everyday.

Fernando Vera - Mr. Robot

This spawn of satan is the reason why I decided to write this list in the first place. Where do I even start? He is first introduced into the series when he forces Shayla to go on a date with her and later rape her. This is what causes the misandrist vigilante Elliot to sell him out to the FBI and this apparently turns on Vera and moves his unhealthy obsession to Elliot. He has Shayla killed when he tricks Elliot into breaking him out of prison, then returns to have him all to himself by kidnapping his therapist Krista and forcing information out of her about Elliot so that he could “break him and build him back up”, like a fucked up version of The Taming Of The Shrew. He psychologically abuses Elliot into remembering being sexually abused by his father as a child and proceeds to gaslight him into thinking that he was just helping him. The huge problem with Vera is that he sees himself as some sort of Christian Grey who believes that his abuse towards both Shayla and Elliot is charming. Whenever someone failed his desires, he immediately gets bored of them and moves onto someone else, like when he got Shayla killed and moved onto Elliot. That’s why it felt so cathartic when Krista killed him.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Apparently, he is Tate Langdon and he is...hot?? While most of the AHS fans glorified him due to his emo bad boy nature, let’s not forget the fact that he was a school shooter who murdered innocent students and staff and was in general possessive and toxic towards Violet. So no way he is boyfriend material!

Don Draper - Mad Men

Don Draper was the main protagonist of Mad Men. He was an advertisement and marketing executive who had a lot of vices and did a lot of horrible things such as cheat on his wife and treat almost every women and colleagues like crap.

Dexter Morgan - Dexter

While Dexter might seem like the serial-killer killer, there are a lot of things about him which are unadmirable. He gaslights those he is close to so that they could get off his back, obstructs evidence pointing out to him, captures those who didn’t even fit his victims like Doakes and caused the deaths of LaGuerta, Rita and finally his sister Debra. Yeah I think you should stay away from him.

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Aaah..the worst of the worst. Walter White is the protagonist of the series Breaking Bad. He first starts off as a pushover high school teacher who isn’t respected by anyone. When he gets diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he gets into the meth business so that he could support his family, but we all know that it’s not true. He relishes on the power and glory from being a drug dealer and then kingpin and because of that he ends up abusing both Jesse and Skyler, emotionally abusing and selling out the former to the sadistic Nazis and raping the latter several times. He is so petty and spiteful that he kills anyone insulting his ego, just ask Mike. And even after all this, he still claims that it’s all for his family. Like what?

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libraryofsouls · 4 years

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How would the slashers react to a serial killer s/o? Feisty, deadly and cunning. I am just so curious and also love your interpretation of them. ❤️👌

thanks so much! I’m glad. 💖

slashers reactions to: a serial killer s/o

Asa Emory / The Collector

chances are, he’s already done some investigating on you. depending on how far you’ve gone with him - it’s sink or swim.

if he cares about you enough he’ll risk introducing you to his collection. don’t expect too much though, as he would still prefer to work alone.

if you somehow use him in some way for your own goals, you’ll quickly find yourself being the newest addition to the collection, so try not to get any funny ideas.

would definitely feel like you’re walking on eggshells with him. he’s notoriously cautious so he might not be a fan of the idea of you walking the same path as him.

be extra domestic with him and he’ll eventually warm up to the idea. sweet-talk him, offer to wash his bloodied clothes along with yours and he just might start convincing himself that it doesn’t sound so bad after all.

Billy Lenz

if he found out before you even started dating - he's likely to save you for last just to observe how you really work. you’re dangerous and he doesn’t like that. (just pray he doesn’t end you in your sleep.)

or if you choose to drop the bomb on him mid-relationship, he’ll be shocked. is that why you’re so understanding? so patient with him?

if he happens to witness you killing, he’ll incorporate those in his obscene phone calls. maybe mumble it to himself sometimes as well.

compliments from billy! you’re not just a “regular piggy” anymore. smart piggy! pretty piggy! bloody piggy.

maybe it would be better if you don’t get in his way though. he tends to lose control when going after someone so he might hurt you by accident. likewise he won’t intercept you if you’re busy butchering someone.

god forbid someone goes after you, he’ll go beserk. if you save him from someone he’s not gonna thank you directly, instead just rest on you and compliment you some more.

Bo Sinclair

ah you’re hot but also fuck right off. ambrose is his territory and he’s not willing to share.

mid-relationship: he’ll be less trusting towards you. how long have you kept this from him, and why? what are you really after?

reassure him and earn that trust back again before he even lets you anywhere near his victims. the only way he’ll agree to work with you is if he’s the one calling the shots.

it’s pretty easy to fall into place once you’ve gotten used to his habits. he won’t admit it but it’s much easier to handle bigger groups with an extra pair of hands.

rage level increase! he’ll be especially violent towards anyone who takes a swing at you, only to snap back at you with “are you fuckin’ stupid? you could’ve gotten hurt!”

he’s actually much better at patching up wounds than vincent - and you better believe he’ll be patching you up before anybody else. (including himself) shut up, he already knows he’s bleeding and he doesn’t care.

Brahms Heelshire

another observant lad. like billy, he’ll take time to watch you very closely to see how you work. you’re his nanny and you kill too? hot.

it’ll be hard to keep secrets in such a huge house with very thin walls so you’re not likely to get away with this without him knowing. downside is it’ll take a much longer time for brahmsy to reveal himself.

kill for him and he’s yours to keep. usually it’s the other way around but now that he knows you’re capable, he’ll be a lot more laid-back. unless of course his jealousy gets the best of him.

still expects you to keep up with the list, however. there’s not really a lot of victims needing immediate attention so your first priority should always be him.

surprisingly helpful. he won’t feel the need to butcher anyone anymore (again, unless his jealousy acts up.) so he might actually give you a hand - just make sure to reward him properly for his efforts.

Bubba Sawyer

nervous bubby is hesitant to even go near you. sure he’s big and has a chainsaw but you look really good at what you do so he’s a bit scared.

mid-relationship: you’re a WHAT? gasps. actually, now that he thinks about it, that explains a lot. that’s okay he still loves you a whole lot!

quick to inform the entire family. hey everybody!! guess who has the coolest s/o ever?! he does! makes sure grandpa sawyer gets to see just how impressive you are. he’s so proud!

drayton’s undoubtedly going to hear about this so congrats! you’ve now levelled up to meat-wrangler, just like bubby. the whole family will be quick to accept you - no questions asked.

bubba still panics whenever you get hurt though! so maybe don’t get too carried away. he’s quick to make sure the tougher victims are taken care of first so they don’t hurt his precious s/o.

Jason Voorhees

big boy is THREATENED. why are you here and what do you want? please leave right now. though you do seem oddly nice for someone who just beheaded a guy at the dock.

mid-relationship: frozen in shock. his beloved s/o? the one that kisses him every morning? struggles to believe it. he might even refuse to accept it unless you have a good reason to do so.

he might be more accepting if you do it to protect yourself or as a way to rid the camp of trespassers. for him? he’s not sure how to feel about that.

very against the idea. bad people won’t think twice about hurting you. it doesn’t matter if you’re good at defending yourself or not - jason just doesn’t want strangers near you.

help him and he’s thankful, but he’s still gonna remind you to stay away from the trespassers as much as possible.

but jason, you cry out - no no no, he taps your nose, don’t you worry your pretty little head. he’ll do all the protecting, thank you very much.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

if you make it on the news chromey is going to know about you asap. he’s got all the proper sources so you won’t exactly be as well-hidden as you thought. as long as you don’t go for his targets, he’ll leave you be.

if you happen to cross paths with him and things turn romantic then that makes things much easier on him. he’s more likely to keep you around in the long run knowing you’re okay with the lifestyle.

fucked-up games? you bet. this man is always up to no good and often tries to one-up you. bet his body count is bigger than yours. yeah? do you want proof?

would be very willing to let you tag along and watch. just don’t interact with his victims. at all. he’s fiercely possessive to a point that he’s not above fucking you in front of them to prove a point.

he’s not gonna assist you during your activities unless you’re in mortal danger but he’s also known to stalk you during your escapades. what do you mean “what the fuck are you doing here?” he brought you flowers like a good boyfriend and this is how you greet him? rude!

Michael Myers

hmm hot. even if you don’t tell him he already would have known before approaching you. he’ll be apprehensive if you choose to keep secrets from him, especially if he knows about them already.

if you trust him enough to tell him about this he’ll appreciate your honesty and might keep you around longer. hm sure okay but he knows already. (he’s not about to tell you that though)

do your own thing and leave him be. he doesn’t really care. upside is he won’t have to worry about you being attacked because he knows you’re capable of defending yourself even without him.

but that doesn’t stop him from being petty and obsessive. bashes the already motionless corpse of the idiot that attacked you. he’s not gonna stop until they turn into paste.

he works alone. don’t even try to follow him. stop it. don’t you have other places to be? shoo. firmly carries you back to the house and locks you there.

Thomas Hewitt

is it bad that he finds you.... kinda hot? you handle yourself well but he’s also lowkey afraid of you.

mid-relationship: like jason, he has trouble accepting the fact that his darling would be capable of such a horrid thing. he’ll be okay with it if you do it for the hewitts or for your own protection. otherwise he’s not into it.

killing bad. please leave it to him instead, okay? he doesn’t want you getting hurt. he’ll insist to do all the butchering despite hoyt’s loud protests that you should be pulling your own weight.

go ahead and brush up on your convincing skills because it’s not impossible to persuade him. (unlike jason). you would need to earn your right to provide for the family.

the hewitts are quicker to accept you into the family once you’ve proven yourself. you’ll fit right in! tommy’s always going to be a worrywart though regardless of how good you actually are.

Vincent Sinclair

might actually target you first because you’re the most dangerous. he’s much less likely to trust you since you’ve killed before.

mid-relationship: tell him very early in the relationship otherwise he might not trust you again. he’ll be understanding regardless of your intentions. (unless of course if it’s to harm him or his brothers, then he’s troubled.)

mother hen vincent would also prefer you don’t help out with the victims. bo’s already a handful by himself and he’s confident that the three of them (along with lester) can manage.

but he’s not going to forbid you, per se. he’s not gonna go out of his way to stop you. just as long as you’re smart about it and you don’t get hurt, then you can carry on.

again, an extra pair of hands means less work for everybody involved so as much as bo bitches about how trusting you might come back to bite them in the ass, they’re appreciative of your efforts.

#requests #reacts #slashers #asa emory #the collector #billy lenz #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #slasher party #my writing

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‘Cold’ Chapter Sixteen Pt.1

Rating: 18+? This rating thing is harder than I thought it would be lmao

Word count: 2,271

The Deputy woke up in a familiar bed. Her head was pounding, causing her to keep her eyes shut. Then she heard it.

Beep, beep, beep.

The gentle beeping of the heart rate monitor in the clinic. Instantly her eyes shot open. The Deputy looked around at the room she was in, it was the clinic room she fought to get out of so desperately. She tried to rub her face but something blocked her hand from lifting. She looked down and saw that her hands were hand cuffed to the edge of the clinic bed.

She tried to remember what happened and how she got to the clinic. She remembered shooting with Grace and the walk back to the church but after that it got dark. Panic suddenly grabbed hold as she went down the list of what could have happened. What if she heard 'Only You' and hurt Grace? What if she hurt Nick or Kim or even worse, Carmina? The Deputy struggled against the handcuffs, desperately trying to find someone to tell her what happened.

Hearing the Deputy struggle, the doctor walked in to check on her.

"Good, you're awake." She greeted in a kind voice and pulled out a clipboard.

"What happened? Did I hurt anybody? Why am I handcuffed?" The words stumbled out of the Deputy's mouth quicker than she could sit up.

"Everything is fine, you just gave your friends a good scare. You were shot with a Bliss Bullet but thankfully Grace was able to get you out of harms way before any Peggies got their hands on you. As for your handcuffs those are just precautionary to make sure you don't hurt yourself or yank out an IV." Relief from the doctor's words instantly made the Deputy relax. She leaned back into the bed, not straining against her holds. "All of the Bliss should be out of your system by now." The Doctor said and checked an IV she had hooked up to the Deputy.

"How long do I have to stay here?" The Deputy asked as the doctor unlocked her handcuffs.

"I can discharge you now, but you have to use your crutch. And have you been taking your pills?" The doctor asked and the Deputy nodded while rubbing her wrists.

"Everyday at the 8 am and again at 8pm." The Deputy informed her and the doctor nodded.

She scribbled a note on her clipboard before she looked down at the Deputy. Her face told the Deputy exactly what she was going to say before she even said it. "What did I say about gunfights?" She asked.

"I didn't even do anything this time! I was just walking with Grace and I got shot." The Deputy defended herself and the doctor nodded.

"Look, I get it. You don't like taking a break, you want to get back out there and protect people but your health has to come first." The doctor lectured her and the Deputy pushed her hair out of her face.

"I understand but I can't just take a break. People die if I take a break, my friends die if I take a break." The Deputy argued and the doctor held up her hands defensively, she didn't want to get the Deputy too upset.

"While you heal a little more just help people in a different way, maybe you can deliver food to people or help plant a garden? Just something that doesn't get you put in harms way. You got lucky this time, Deputy. Your reaction to the Bliss didn't cause you to re-injure yourself, but I don't know if that kind of luck will last. I'm discharging you but you still need to be back for that two week check up." The doctor's words were firm and the Deputy knew there would be no swaying her mind.

But the Deputy was an adult and she could make her own decisions, even if they were the wrong ones so the Deputy just agreed to whatever the doctor told her to do so that she could stop fussing even if she knew she would ignore the doctor. The Deputy got discharged and left the clinic, happy to be out of that place.

She found her truck sitting in the driveway, that must have been what Grace drove her to the clinic in. The Deputy got in and drove back to Nick and Kim's house to apologize for scaring them.

When she pulled up to the house Nick was working on his truck in the front driveway. "Hey Nick." The Deputy greeted and got out of her truck.

Nick was bent over the hood, fiddling with something in engine. When he heard the truck pull up he glanced back to see who it was. When he saw the Deputy get out of the truck he backed out of the hood and turned to face her.

"Hey Dep, how are ya feeling?" He asked and immediately the Deputy noticed he had a black eye.

"What happened to your eye?" The Deputy ignored his question.

"It's nothing." Nick turned back to look at the truck, he always did that when he was deflecting.

"Did I do that to you?" The Deputy asked, her tone softened with concern.

Nick turned back around to face the Deputy, his head angled toward the dirt. "Kinda, well not really, but yeah..."

The Deputy rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "Did I hurt anyone else?"

"No, me and Grace held you down before you could hurt anybody." He admitted and the Deputy let out a deep sigh.

"I'm really sorry, Nick. It won't ever happen again." The Deputy kept apologizing, shame and fear evident in her voice.

"Hey Dep it's ok, I know it wasn't directed towards me. It's fine now anyway right?" Nick asked and the Deputy shook her head.

"I shouldn't be here, I'm putting you and Kim and Carmina at risk especially with John looking for me." The Deputy told Nick and he looked to the ground.

"As much as I hate it, I think that's true. I'm sorry Dep, you know you're welcome anytime but maybe you should stay somewhere safer, just till things die down a little bit." He suggested and the Deputy nodded.

"I'm gonna go stay with Sharky for a while ok? Just until things blow over some. I have to go grab my crutch and my jacket." The Deputy wasn't angry with Nick's suggestion, actually she was happy about it. Now she didn't have to worry about taking advantage of Nick and Kim or about John's men coming in in the middle of the night for her.

Nick nodded and let her go to the house. "Kim isn't here, just so you know. She took Carmina over to a friends house." Nick advised the Deputy.

"Got it, thanks." The Deputy walked up the front steps and made short work of finding her crutch and jacket. It looked like it was in the middle of being mended. Kim has stitched up numerous holes and the frayed hem of her sleeve. The Deputy didn't remember asking her to do that but it was heart warming.

Honestly the Deputy didn't know why she'd even come there other than Kim's wishes. She was putting everyone in that home in danger just by being near it, she was putting Carmina in danger. The thought of something happening to any of them because of her made the Deputy's stomach turn.

Before she left the Deputy found a piece of paper and wrote a note to Nick and Kim thanking them for letting her stay with them. She set the note on the coffee table and grabbed her jacket and crutch and left the house. She said one final goodbye to Nick and drove off.

While she drove the Deputy felt around in the pockets of her jeans until she found what she was looking for. It was a small paper note that she'd peeled off the Bliss bullet when it first shot her. Now she unfolded the tiny note and read what it said.

Come home, soldier.

It was Jacob, he'd found her.

The Deputy fumed while she drove. Jacob fucking Seed was the one that shot her, or at least he sent one of his men to shoot her. Everything added up to him being there though. There was no capture party, there were no hunters, nobody to pick her up. He just shot her with a Bliss bullet to fuck with her head, not to kidnap her.

The Deputy muttered curses to herself (and Jacob) while she watched the scenery around her change from the warm sunny fields of Holland Valley to the tall pines and old cabins of the Whitetail Mountains. She may have told Nick that she was going to spend sometime with Sharky but she changed her mind. She had some revenge to take.

She'd already called Jess on the radio and asked her to meet her at the lumbar mill. Jess was more than happy to agree, especially after hearing the vengeful tone in her voice. When she pulled up to the lumbar mill Jess was already standing out front, her bow ready in her hands. The Deputy didn't get out of the truck, just stopped and let Jess get in.

"Where are we going?" Jess asked while she hopped in the passenger seat.

"I don't know but it might get messy." The Deputy warned as she backed out the way she came.

They drove in silence for a while, not even listening to the radio. Jess glanced over at the Deputy. "Not that I don't love this new vengeful side of you but I gotta ask, where is it coming from?" She asked as the Deputy pulled down a random dirt road.

"You know how they say 'it's all fun and games till you kick the hornets' nest'?" The Deputy asked and slowed the truck to a halt.

"I don't think anyone says that but I get the point." Jess admitted and looked over at the Deputy while she put the truck in park.

"Well Jacob Seed has officially kicked this hornet's nest." The Deputy shut off the truck and hopped out. Jess followed her as she marched into the woods.

"Alright! Now we can have some real fun!" Jess exclaimed and hefted her bow. "What are we gonna do to him?"

"We're pretty close to the Veterans Centre, aren't we?" The Deputy asked and Jess nodded. "We're going to send Jacob a little surprise." The dark tone in the Deputy's voice was making Jess uncomfortable. Yes that is Jess as in the trash-talking, scary Jess. So her being uncomfortable meant a lot.

"What are you planning?" She asked hesitantly. She of course wanted to fuck with Jacob but she didn't know how far the Deputy was willing to go.

"You'll see." The Deputy assured her and snuck through the trees. They walked in silence until they could hear the sound of the Veterans Centre, the men training and Judges howling, the trucks driving in and out. It was bustling. The Deputy and Jess managed to avoid every guard that Jacob had stationed around the place as a perimeter.

They got pretty close to the Veterans Centre, perched up on the same hill that Jess was shooting the guards from when they got the Deputy back. The Deputy looked into the Centre with her binoculars.

"What are we doing?" Jess whispered to her friend.

"I need you to shoot one of those guards with your bow."

"Sounds easy."

"And I want you to tie this on your arrow." The Deputy handed Jess a small note. Jess unfolded it and read it.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you do this?" Jess asked as the Deputy went back to counting guards with her binoculars.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Can you do it?" She asked and Jess, of course, nodded.

Jess refolded the note and tied it to an arrow. "Who do you want me to hit?"

The Deputy found a guard standing on the front step that seemed perfect. He was in clear view of most everyone there and besides, how perfect would it be to send Jacob a message right to his front door? "The one on the front step." She said and Jess nodded.

It was a pretty far shot but Jess knew she could make it. She pulled the arrow back in her bow, aiming for the perfect arch to hit the guard. She took a deep breath and let the arrow fly. Immediately they both ducked down to prevent getting spotted and the Deputy peaked in at the scene of chaos through her binoculars.

The arrow hit dead on in the guards neck, causing him to crumble immediately. As quick as he fell the entire Centre erupted like an anthill. People rushed and grabbed guns, preparing for an attack. "That's our queue." The Deputy nodded to Jess and they both turned and slid down the hill further into the forest and away from the Veterans Centre.

It wouldn't take long for Jacob's men to radio the guards around the perimeter to be on high alert so the Deputy and Jess had to make it past the guards first. They made their escape with only the one casualty, not killing a single other guard or hunter or anything.

When they made it to the Deputy's truck she couldn't help but grin. She knew for sure that that was going to get Jacob's attention. Now all she had to do was wait.

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #far cry #john seed #jacob seed x deputy #jacob x deputy #joseph seed #female deputy #deputy oc #far cry fanfiction #jacob seed x fem deputy #jacob seed fanfic #Jacob seed x fem! deputy #FC5 oc #fem! deputy #fem deputy #oc fanfic

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True Faith (Part 2.) (Favored Ones, Part 26.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Quote for the chapter: " Beware of no man more than of yourself; we carry our worst enemies within us. ." - Charles Spurgeon

Part summary: To your disappointment, you didn't find Abby inside the aquarium. But you found someone else who reminded you of the things that happened back in Jackson.

A/N: This song (True Faith, Lotte Kestner’s cover) simply slaps and says all you need to know about this part in general. Hoooo, I am so excited to finally have Owen on my hands so I can do this disgusting rat dirty. (I LOVE miss Mel tho, she’s a precious small bean which needs to be protected)

Warnings: Depiction of torture, bone breaking, depiciton of blood and manslaughter, anxiety, rage, anger, a bit of fluff at the end.

Word count: 5.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme @peakymarvels @davnwillcome @pickleriiick @jodiereedus22 @gladiosamicitias @tamkashi @eternallyvenus @avengerssstuff @fangirl-inthe-us @avery-miller @mikah-writes @mad-hatter-98 @sadiaafrin99 @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

Seattle, day three - afternoon:

With a small gulp, you opened up the door, walking into the main hall of the aquarium - to the place from when the arguing voices were coming from. And two people were standing in front of you. Owen and Melanie. You didn't even care that much about Mel, to be honest, but you stared Owen down with one of the most haunting gazes he'd ever seen on anyone. The man took in the sight of you as well. Both the people in the room stiffened, watching the unexpected visitor bump into the aquarium door.

After a moment, Owen recognized you. Of course, he did. And to be honest, panic overtook him, because he didn't know what should he do as you still kept on coming closer to both of them. He had a pregnant woman next to him whom he had to protect. And just from your look alone, Owen knew, that one of you will end up dead that day. One of you won't ever walk out of the door again and honestly, he hoped it will be you. He had too much to lose at this point.

But Melanie stepped forward, closer to you, making the eye contact going on between you and the man end abruptly as you turned your head to her.

"You're the girl from Jackson, aren't you?" - The woman sent a glance to Owen as she took in your appearance, trying to assure him about her actions. She was always nice to you, right? She didn't mean you any harm. Mel even escaped your friends before crying out their location out loud. If she did yell at the others, Jesse, Dina, and Diego would be most likely to be dead. But she didn't. From her perspective, you hadn't got the slightest reason to harm her.

Yet Owen could tell that something happened to you ever since you entered Seattle. Everyone felt the shift once they entered the city gates. Something changed inside of you, something subtle and unnoticeable at first, bringing the worst out of you. If he'd have to describe the person he was looking at, he'd tell about that youre tired, barely standing on your feet and empty inside. Like a machine. Your clothes were just drenched in blood, but it certainly wasn't yours since you've been looking more than fucking healthy.

Most people thought that descending to madness is a slow process. No. It was far away from a slow one. The only thing you needed was a push and shove to your back, sending you on your fall. If you weren't able to stop, you were soon about to hit the bottom. He knew that he can play psychological games with you later, but it would just make you angry at that moment.

Melanie was thinking about a lot of things - no matter how immature her behavior seemed to be as she slowly approached you. Were you there, in the aquarium, alone, or were your friends somewhere out there as well? Why didn't Alice bark at you? And what, for the love of God, were you doing in Seattle?

After the Abby fiasco, where almost everyone from their group got killed, they ran away - back to WLF and Seattle. Mel got more and more pregnant, so she wanted to be safe and she wanted Owen around. There were still the Seraphites and Abby things popping up around their small family, but it finally seemed that Owen set his priorities straight on Mel and their child to come. Which, on its own, would be great - if you wouldn't just appear there out of the thin air, covered in blood and mud from your head to your toes, drenched with rainwater.

Your eyes didn't move away from Mel as you watched every move she made, having the rusty pipe ready at any moment. You were quite sure you'll get to know where Abby is residing since you already had the benefit of surprise and Joel was standing just behind the corner. Something was telling you that these two knew exactly where their friend is. No matter what, you were determined to get the information out of them.

Yet as you stood in front of Owen, something oddly personal got a hold on you. It was the odd personal feeling Ellie told you about after what happened with Nora. You knew why you were there - to find Abby and sort the things out with her. To protect Joel, to protect Jackson. But... As you watched the man standing in front of you, and when you remembered how he helped Abby with torturing you, there was still a small hint of pain next to your heart.

All you could do was to take a deep breath to shush the feelings aways. Owen, no matter how much of a fucker he could be, hadn't got any personal beef with Joel and as far as you cared, he wasn't shooting at you. So far, you hadn't got the reason to kill him like a little bitch. But for the first time on your journey, you felt, that all it will take for Owen to set the bomb inside you off was just one bad move or a word you wouldn't like. At that moment, Melanie started speaking again, diverting your attention from the man.

"How-how did you find us? Are you okay?" - The woman asked, almost putting a hand on your shoulder just for you to dodge the touch, growling at it. With that, Owen noticed that you're visibly limbing. The Jackson took hold on everyone who's been there - both WLFs and you. It seemed to be fucking ridiculous. What did happen to them there? What logic reason allowed Mel to think that they had the right to feel bad about Baldwin? You almost started to accept Mel's embracing tone of voice until you realized that she's just trying to divert your attention away from Owen. No. You weren't that dumb.

"Where is Abby?" - You asked once again and looked around, searching the woman as if you were expecting that she'd appear out of nowhere like a magician. You'd be most likely having her forearm around your throat if she'd be at the aquarium, about which you concluded that Abby sure as hell wasn't there. It was just getting more and more tangled up. But Owen was a good find as well. Neither of them answered, but the woman was sneaking closer and closer to you. - "I asked you a question. Where is she?" - You pointed your pipe at her, having Owen panic in the next second.

You didn't know she was pregnant. How could? No matter how much he tried to ignore it, he knew the state you were in. The trance, numbness, and fearlessness of sorts, which enabled you to feel invincible. But for a terrible cost. It was a piece of your soul it took down with it.

Naturally, Owen tried to take his gun out, having you to swing your pipe at his wrist at a full force as you pushed Melanie on her back to have a good view of them laying on their back vulnerably. There was this disgusting sound of cracking of the small bones inside of his forearm, which you caused, as you swung the metal onto his arm again when as Owen checked up on Melanie's well-being.

"Wanna try another unplanned stuff or is this enough, huh?" - You asked, leaning your head towards your shoulder as you looked down on Owen. Immediately, he looked back, his breath was shallow and fast, making you aware of the fact that he must've been in pain. As when Joel stood up above Melanie, aiming his revolver onto her forehead as he shook his head at her, you stepped on Owen's wrist with your boot, making the man scream in pain.

"You know, one wise woman once told me this, and listen, you're going to love it." - A chuckle left your lips as you slowly crouched to hold the man's cheeks, turning his head as you. With that, you also put way more pressure into your feet. - "We don't wanna kill you... But we will."

With that, Joel hugged the man's wrist with a firm squeeze, making sure the fucker won't wiggle away when he dragged him to one of the walls where he was about to make sure Owen won't be a threat to you. And you just stood up above the woman, who was starting to sob as she realized they're probably in some knee-deep shit.

"We just wanna talk, ya know? And if you tell us what we want to know, we'll let you live. What do you say?" - The smile you gave her sent a shiver down her spine. When she met you in Jackson, you looked like a normal woman who has everything set straight in her head. Did they do this to you? Or, more specifically, did Abby fo this to you? - "Sounds familiar?" - You left her to be as Joel picked her up, but you went ahead and lit up one of Owen's cigarettes to calm yourself down.

"This can go down two ways, okay?" - You crouched between the couple - Owen was seemingly in pain because Joel did a hell of a good job with pressuring the small spot on his wrist and Melanie was crying. She wasn't too far from begging you to let them both go. Or to at least let them alive. - "You'll tell us and we'll let you be, we'll leave the aquarium. We won't come back after you. We will just find Abby and have a little talk with her. That's a simple way. But if you won't wanna tell us, well, that's another story." - You leaned closer to Owen, exhaling the smoke right into his face. - "The palm will stop hurting soon. No, it won't, but you'll get numb to the pain. I promise." - Owen grinned painfully when you gently patted his shoulder.

A sob made you realized that Mel started crying. Her expression was full of fear, the tip of her nose got read quickly as various red spots appeared on her face. That was when you felt Joel lowering his lips to your head. - "She's pregnant, 'kay? We can scare her to death, but leave her outta it. The fucker's all yours, baby girl, but don't forget that you're still only a human. This gal's terrified enough to tell you what you want off the bat." - Joel whispered to you. Quickly, your glance studied the back vest Mel had on. the pregnancy was hard to see since she was so small and tiny. You felt the man still standing so close your chests were practically touching, so you nodded.

Mel was out of your reach practically ever since that moment. A promise was a promise - and you just promised Joel that you won't hurt her. But you still could use the method Ellie had described you without hurting her - at least not physically. And you could still have so much fun time with Owen. Quickly, you tiptoed and stole a kiss from Joel, getting ready to get the information out of Owen on your own. If you'd like to, Joel would get the information out of the former WLF. Yet earlier last night, you were very clear about this being your moment. You were so close to reaching Abby, which was the only reason you came to Seattle. This guy seemed to knew where she went, or what she was doing, who she was with, or what were her intentions.

"You two have a funny idea of romantic, I tell you that." - Owen snickered when you lowered back on your feet, slowly letting go of Joel. The wrist couldn't be so bad after all. - "Need to catch two people to be turned on, or what you're about? He can't please you, or..?" - Owen continued with teasing you. Jesus, you knew what that was about. Owen was trying to be a big boy, to show you he's not worried about you or Joel in the slightest.

"You know who this is?" - You asked, pointing to Joel. - "Take a guess, come on. Who's this guy?" - This question made Owen furrow as you approached him, running your tongue inside your mouth, popping your cheeks out. The man just shook his head.

"He's the one Abby came for. Joel Miller, the one who was supposed to be killed in the cabin instead of me and Tommy. And this is why I'm here, Owen. It's the consequences of your actions that led me here." - Without letting him take another breath, you pulled his hair and pushed your knee into his nose, hearing an audible crash when his and your body collided. The blood ran down on his face in the next second, which had Mel crying out in fear.

"Let him be! Let him go, please!" - Mel moved her wrists around, trying to free herself, yet the presence of Joel was making her afraid. - "I'll tell you where she is, just don't hurt Owen, I beg you. I'll tell you everything you want." - "Mel, no." - Owen spoke out with trouble, having to speak and breathe with his mouth at once. But your attention was shifted back to Mel.

"Why do you fucking care? She's probably already dead anyway, we can't help her now!" - Mel exhaled, trying to clear her nose at least a bit. - "This is happening because of her. Every time something fucks up, Abby is behind it." - Wow, this took a different turn than you thought it would. Owen and Mel were arguing while you watched it happening and unraveling in front of your very eyes.

"She's your friend, she's someone I knew for years now, Mel. We aren't leaving anyone behind." - "My friend? Are you even listening to what you're saying, Owen? She isn't my friend, she's someone who you left to be with me and once I got pregnant, you went back to her. You think I don't know about what happened on the boat yesterday, huh?" - Mel rose her eyebrows, shutting Owen off completely. Neither you nor Joel dared to interrupt the situation, it was just too raw and to interesting to hear all of it. What happened yesterday? What was it?

"Abby is," - Mel suddenly turned her head to you, but Owen was quick to shout his pregnant girlfriend's name over the whole aquarium. Oh, so that was what happened on the boat. Holy fuck, both of them were just pieces of shits, weren't they? You chuckled at it, walking up to Owen quickly. - "Let her speak, will you?" - You mumbled, putting your boot on his knee as a warning. Now it was the time when Owen felt that he can maybe play the mind games with you.

"This isn't you, is it?" - At that question, you stopped everything you were doing. What the fuck was this question about? - "Think about that. Since you came to Seattle, something's wrong with your head, isn't it, huh?" - Owen gulped, speaking frantically. But weirdly, his words were making sense. - "But you felt it when you entered the first street and took a look around, right? I know the feeling. It's a mix of emotions. A mix of fear, despair, and rage. This is what the city does to the people in it." - Owen continued with his one-sided chit chat, but when your eyes traveled down to the foot leaned into his knee, he understood he's losing you.

"Before this, I was a Firefly. And she was one too. You've heard about Fireflies, right?" - The man asked quickly, making you engaged in the conversation again. - "Which base you were operating on?" - You mumbled back, responding to any of Owen's words for the first time. At this, he was quiet for a moment, your question catching him off-guard. - "Salt Lake City, ever since Jerry Anderson took it under his wings." - Owen explained quietly, seeing your face getting more colorless than before as you looked in front of you, reminiscing of something. That was when the idea first sneaked into his head.

"You've been a Firefly too, weren't you? Huh?" - Owen whispered, watching your response to what he was saying. Though he wasn't sure of it, he was pretty confident that he successfully crawled under your skin. At least a tiny bit. - "Spring. I was a part of the Spring group." - You mumbled as an answer. Oh. The Spring group was sort of a legend in the Salt Lake, just like the other three groups named after the seasons of the year. But Spring was the original, first experimental group of kids and teenagers about who Marlene knew she doesn't have enough time to train.

Thinking about Salt Lake was strange. Owen, Abby, Mel, Manny, and the rest of their friends spent there the best years of their adolescent lives. They learned a lot with the group in there, mastered new skills, but also had a lot of fun. Yet the truth was that because of the position Abby's dad had in the hierarchy meant that their group was... Highly benefited against the others.

When the whole era of Fireflies was coming to an end, Marlene had more kids and adolescents than adults. Sure, she could spend years in hiding while training soldiers out of the young people, but she had this feeling in her gut. She needed a plan, she needed to kick the remnants of government in their guts one more time before going to hell. It was her, who came up with the plan of sending adolescents to die. It was her idea to send them to blow up bombs inside the military zones of the big cities. And it was her, who was responsible for killing more than a hundred barely trained kids within one year before Joel Miller killed her in a cold blood.

Some of the people went into the suicidal missions without knowing what's awaiting them. If they didn't blow up during the attack itself, they were shot by the military. But as soon as people realized what was going on, they started to run out of the base. Some of the kids were later found dead, or infected. But there were maybe three of them that were never found. You certainly being one of them.

"I told you that we're the same, you and I. Both of us felt the shift inside when we entered Seattle, we were Fireflies, and you're a good person, just like me." - Owen tried to get you on his side, but your face was expressionless. You didn't care at this point. - "You're a good person, huh?" - Suddenly, you stomped your foot into his knee, feeling the bones slightly shift under your weight. So you repeated the procedure again and again. Melanie was the key after this moment, which you realized, but... Owen brushed over topics he shouldn't have talked about. The Fireflies, the things you felt inside your head... The fucker didn't have any right to talk about it.

As you walked for the pipe again, the high-pitched sound was in your ears again. Everything around you seemed to blur as the seconds passed, the beating of your heart got loud and raw. So much it was hard to hear your thoughts. It was the same feeling of chaos that ran through you when you and Ellie watched the Scars hanging the man on the tree. Your breath deepened and got louder again, your eyes were filled with hatred as you walked back to Owen. The sounds of your surroundings were blurry, almost unbearable for you - Melanie was screaming something on the top of her lungs, but English didn't make any sense to you at that point. Your eyes were solely fixed on Owen's bloody face.

"Come on, you don't wanna do this. You're not going to kill me." - The man snickered ironically, trying to pretend that he hasn't got a fucked up knee. Slowly, your eyes fixed on his face as you started to psychically disappear from the place you've been at. The Baldwin cottage started to appear, the interior surrounded every small piece of your fantasy, acting almost as parasite you couldn't get rid of. When you looked around, there was everyone - Nora, Mel, Owen, the dudes you barely remembered, the headphones girl, the Hispanic man... And her. Standing in front of you.

Slowly, Abby circled behind you and tugged your head back, making your neck stretch. She was looking down on you, then at Tommy, having this smug grin all over her disgusting face. This was before she touched you. These moments, in your perspective, were the most terrifying ones, because you didn't have an idea about what Abby will do to you. Owen was leaning into boxes, smoking while watching the scenery. - "Let her go, please, she ain't havin' any business in this." - Tommy begged while Nora taped his head to the wooden sink, making sure he can't turn his head around. - "I'm the one ya want, ya goddamn bastards."

"Are you sure about that?" - Abby asked mockingly, looking at the man. But at that moment, you started to mutter something to your friend out there. - "If you tell her anything, Tommy, I swear to God." - Which made Abby smile. The Hispanic man got up from Tommy, looking down at you. - "She's funny, I have to say. Who do you think she is? That old pervert's pet? He? Eres el pequeño juguete del Viejo, he?" - He lowered his head enough to study you up close, furrowing. As soon as he noticed that you're whispering something, he leaned even closer, trying to decipher the words. And against Abby's tight hold on your hair, you turned around to spit into his face, grinning as the Hispanic man almost slapped you like a little bitch you were. But all you got out of it was another strong pull on your hair as Abby pulled your head back into place, having a curse word escaping under your breath.

"Owen?" - The woman above you asked, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. Owen grinned back at her walking up to take her position - tugging on your scalp, holding both you and the chair in place. Just moments after that, Abby punched you in your face for the first time while Owen watched it, not trying to stop her or anything. He just made sure you cant wiggle out and that you're sat in the chair. That was when Owen fucked up for the first time. You'd never let anyone do such things to someone else while you'd be looking at it happening right in front of you. No.

You and the man were nothing alike. And this was the last mistake he'd ever made. Slowly, Baldwin's interior faded back into the wet aquarium one, but the world seemed to black away again as you prepared to swing the pipe again.

"Stop trying to tell who I am or what I want to do." - You answered, hitting his right side with the pipe. You heard his scream, yet it was the last thing you've heard before the world faded off to darkness once again. If Joel would as you what was happening, you wouldn't be able to answer. You simply didn't know. Muffled sounds filled your brain, but those were just unrecognizable sounds that connected to one audio track which you couldn't decipher.

When you've come back together, you felt a warm drop of blood running down your face whole your palm let the pipe fall on the ground, leaving only the metallic sound to fill the room. Mel was screaming hysterically, she was trying to free herself and you felt Joel's arms circling your shoulders as you both slowly sat on the ground. The man expected you to have a panic spot upon seeing what you've done to Owen, or at least to what had remained of the man. But your state was purely catatonic.

You just sat there why Joel was comforting you, your eyes couldn't leave the picture Owen's massacred body. His brain was splashed on the wall behind him, half of his skull was missing. You've broken every rib the man had, his bones in the legs were weirdly bent inward, his knees were smashed flat.

"What have you done? I've told you what you wanted to hear and you didn't let him go, as you promised!" - Melanie yelled at you, finally shifting your attention to her. What could you tell her to cleanse yourself? At least in your eyes? Was there anything to say at all?

"He didn't let me go either." - A mumble explained Mel what just happened as you picked yourself off the ground, untying her palms gently. If she wouldn't be as terrified as she was, she would try to strangle you, but instead of that, she sat there and massaged her wrists. - "You're free to go. Neither I nor my friends will try to hurt you unless you'll try to attack us again, okay?"

Joel was unsettled with your overall reaction. It seemed that you didn't even notice what you've done to Owen as if it was an everyday inconvenience and nothing more.

Mel nodded frantically, picking herself from you, covering her belly as she backed off out of the room. You've set on your way from the aquarium in the next minutes, not noticing that Mel snitched the map from the pocket of your backpack - Joel had the information you've come there for, but he knew that you won't like it.

Why did you feel so empty? You never imagined that this is how revenge would feel like. The man for what he deserved if you'd be his judge, but it didn't bring you any excitement whatsoever. Weren't you supposed to feel good by now? Shouldn't you feel easier when all was said done?

Why did you feel like a dead body just walking through Seattle? If any Scar would try to slice your throat at that moment, you wouldn't even flinch. No amount of murders of the bad people or torture could save your soul from the hell you've taken it into. No-one other than you could redeem your soul. But what if it was already damned? From the first moment, you've seen Abby and her friends as the bad guys who wanted to hurt everyone you loved and cared for. What if you were wrong? What if they were the good guys while you were the villains? Could you ever possibly walk on the path of the right or were you condemned to walk on the path of the wrong until the end of your days?

You knew Joel noticed how off you were. He noticed it before, especially when you practically made him fuck you like an animal, but he dismissed it as nothing serious at first. Yet now you showed him how wrong he was. Just two days ago, you couldn't understand how could he ever use two men against each other, and now, you've bashed another one's skull in cold blood. The descending to the abyss of madness was always easy, but on a place like this, all it took was one small pebble for your foot to slip on and after that, you were beyond saving.

"Are you alright?" - Joel asked as you walked through a big, empty, and quiet street near the theatre. At first, it almost appeared as if you misheard him because you grinned at the question. But after that, you looked at him through the rain, assuring you heard him perfectly. You took a moment to decide what to tell him before you stopped in the rain.

"Joel, I... At first, I thought that I'm doing this for you. You taught me how to love life, how to understand others. Then I thought I'm killing for you, Joel, I've brought so much death in here. I was guarding you from the dark of the night, watched as you slept, kept you on my radar all the time. And then you've disappeared, but I couldn't stop myself from doing all the terrible things." - The man watched your face and the expressions it was projecting, the whole fight inside of you could be basically heard. - "This isn't about you. It's all about me. I had started it, I wanted to revenge me, all I wanted to know was that Abby is dead so she wouldn't try to come for you again.

But then the first WLF came. Then it were the Scars, more WLF, Nora, Owen, the girl with the headphones... I took life from all of those people. And not because they were a threat to you, no, I had a feeling here." - You took his palm and pressed it next to your heart. - "I was so angry. I wanted to feel what revenge feels like, I needed all of it, do you understand me?" - And at that moment, you started crying, shaking your head.

"How was I supposed to know that it is all going to end like this? It's not just me who got fucked over - Ellie is fucked up as well, you hadn't spoken properly in the last couple of days, Dina is just quietly watching us going on one suicidal mission after another, not knowing if we're ever coming back. I... I maybe leave Jackson for good when we get back, Joel. I have this feeling that I don't belong there and maybe I'll be better off as a wayfaring stranger now I know I'm nothing more than a sadistic monster," - You went on, but at that moment, the man just caught your waist and kissed you out of blue, having you shut up immediately. It wasn't a proper response, but you were falling into hysteria and he didn't have the heart to slap you out of it.

When he moved from you again, you didn't know what to say. You just watched him without any clue of what to do now.

"Remember that one nite in Jackson when I asked you on a dance?" - Joel sighed, closing his eyes. - "You've told me that you'll go to hell for that. And all I said was that I'll meet you there. And I meant that, girl. Ya know, for some old man who was survivin' helluva long time out there, this was an everyday situation for twenty years. Killed or be killed? It doesn't matter. In the end, there'll be someone dead." - The man snickered at his own remark, speaking from experience.

"You're everythin' but a monster. You've just never been outside Jackson since you've grown up, that's all. You forgot what's like to be threatened every moment you're outside, what is the reality like now. Trust me, it's comfortin', knowin' you have your bed and your mug, knowin' you can brew yourself some coffee when you get outta bed - but that's not the life here. Trust me, it ain't easy, tryin' to be normal again. And I know somethin' 'bout that myself." - Joel nodded, clearly thinking about the things he's been through in the past couple of years.

Jackson was possibly the calmest and beautiful chapter of his life ever since Sarah was killed. And ever since the night you've told him what you felt for him and the other night Ellie told him that she's ready to try it all again, it all started to make sense. He couldn't lose you. Not when you were the only good thing he knew.

"I'll make you feel good, 'kay? I'll do everythin' I will be able to do to see you happy." - The man smoothed your hair off your forehead, kissing it. - "And if you won't feel that you can live in Jackson, we'll be leavin' together, you hear me?" - Joel assured as you hugged his waist, now crying into the crook of his neck.

At the moment, he was glad that Mel didn't know where Abby was. She just told you she's on the Seraphites' island just off the coast, but the girl was most probably dead at the moment. Searching for Abby would be like searching for a needle in a pile of hay. Which meant that you could go home. Finally.

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Return to Me - Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Advice for the Lost

A/N: Please let me know if I missed anyone in the tags. Also, let me know what you think of this chapter! I know there’s no Poe perspective in this chapter, but I hope you’ll all be happy with this chapter nonetheless. Next chapter, Poe and the reader will finally interact.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 4,107 Synopsis: Still struggling to understand her place, the reader is finally given information on Poe’s secret mission. Leia invites the reader along to Takodana, where she gets some much needed advice from both Leia and Maz Kanata.

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You stormed out of the conference room and made your way back to the quarters you had stayed in on your first visit. Anger raced through your veins as you paced the room, thinking about Leia’s audacity to send you away right after you had risked so much to help the Resistance.

You assumed she’d be back before night fell over the base, with some explanation of why you couldn’t hear what happened on Poe’s mission, but she never came.

As you grew more tired, waiting for her long after you accepted she would never come, you began to understand. You weren’t part of the Resistance. You hadn’t been for years. Try as you might to bring them help, you would still always be Queen Bhavisama to them. You were an outsider, and that couldn’t be changed with a few credits and supplies here and there.

When you fell asleep that night, it was a fitful, dreamless sleep, as always. And when you woke up, it was as early as ever. It had been a long time since you were without your handmaidens and it felt strange to be alone, especially here on D’Qar. You tried to treasure the silence, but it was only pulling your thoughts back to the Resistance, Leia’s harsh words, and Poe.

The last time you were on D’Qar, the time before your return, you had stayed in a room half this size. You were alone then, too, but never for long. If Poe was off on a mission, you could still find comfort in your friends on the base until he returned. Back then, you knew that no matter how long you were apart from each other, you would find your way back. But now, you weren’t so positive in your beliefs.

A knock came from your door, thankfully taking you from your thoughts. As you walked over to answer it, you refastened the tie of your nightgown. You opened the door and found Leia in the hallway, looking up at you tiredly.

“Good morning. I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said.

“Nothing to interrupt if I’m excluded from everything,” you said, beckoning her into the room. Leia gave you a small smile as she stepped in.

“It’s just a safety precaution.”

“Yes, I am quite the threat.”

“To some,” she said, raising her eyebrow at you. You sighed, releasing some of the anger from your body. She was doing the best she could to keep you included, while also keeping the Resistance’s secrets safe.

“What brings you by?” you asked.

“Since half the galaxy knows already, Poe’s mission was to find a map to Luke,” she explained. “He was able to retrieve the map, but before he could bring it back, he was captured by The First Order.”

“He was captured?” you asked, your heart beginning to race.

“He’s fine,” Leia said gently, “But he hid the map inside of BB-8, who was lost somewhere on Jakku.”

“Well, where is BB-8 now?”

“We got a message a few moments ago that BB-8 had been spotted on Takodana.”

“Maz’s old place?” you asked.

“Yes. She’s still running that castle of hers, and hopefully, she’ll help us find BB-8 before the First Order does.”

“Have they been alerted that BB-8 was seen on Takodana, too?”

“We’re not sure, but we have to assume that they have. Black Squadron is currently suiting up for the rescue mission.”

“What can I do?” you asked. Leia took in a deep breath and reached out for your hand.

“When the First Order captured Poe, Kylo Ren made it his personal mission to get the needed information out of him.” You stiffened noticeably, trying to hide your gut reaction to that insufferable creature torturing Poe. “He resisted as long as he could—”

“Of course he did,” you said quickly. Leia smiled at you.

“You know, better than anyone, how nearly impossible it is to resist Ren’s mind tricks. He searched Poe’s mind to find out that he hid the map inside BB-8 and . . .”

“And what?” you asked.

“He searched for information about you, too.”

“What would the First Order want to do with me?” you asked. Leia gave you a you-know-better look and continued.

“When Poe came back yesterday, he wasn’t himself.” You felt sick but tried to hide it by plastering your Bhavisama persona to every hurting part of yourself.

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked quietly.

“Because despite what you try to convey, I know you still care about Poe.”

“Leia,” you began softly.

“It’s true. And I know he still cares for you.”

“Even if that’s true, it doesn’t change where we’re at now,” you said with a frown. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Not right now,” she said, looking at you with kind eyes, “But you still have a connection to Poe. And Kylo Ren knows that. He didn’t just invade Poe’s mind for BB-8′s location. This was a message for the two of you.”

“What kind of message?” you asked, shaking your head.

“It’s been over two years, and you have not left Kylo Ren’s mind. When you became queen, we hoped you could protect Naboo, but what we weren’t primarily concerned about was your safety.”

“I am safe, Leia.”

“For now. The First Order is still trying to get us off their backs, but they have many plans around the galaxy. They want to control the galaxy, which means they are going to look to some of the strongest worlds to join in their cause. If you are to get close to the Resistance again, I fear it would put you in even more danger than you already are.”

“Do you want me to leave?” you asked quickly.

“No, of course not. I’ve just barely got you back,” she said with a smile. “But I need you to be cautious. The First Order is very powerful. Ren still knows the people to harm to get to you. We cannot be too careful.”

“I know,” you said, nodding your head. “You taught me well.”

“Good,” she said with a nod. “Now, we’ve got a droid to rescue. Are you coming along?”

“For the attack?” you asked a little too enthusiastically.

“Although I’d love to have you out there, I don’t think it’d be wise to put you in harm’s way like that. Once this mission succeeds and we get BB-8 back, I’d like you to come down with me to visit Maz. Unless you have to return to Naboo right away,” she said with a knowing smile.

“No,” you said instantly, “I want to come along.”

“I’ll let you know when we get the go-ahead from Black Squadron, then. The attack should be commencing soon.” She left the room, leaving you to deal with the excitement that was bubbling in your stomach on your own.

As you searched through your luggage for something to wear, you had your droid, O9-I2, get to work contacting Naboo. Nové answered immediately, smiling at you holographically.

“Hi,” you said as you pulled an outfit from your trunk. The last piece of the ensemble got stuck underneath the heavy headdress that Loré insisted you pack, even though you weren’t going as Bhavisama, and you stumbled as you pulled it out, falling into the chair resting against your bed.

“Hi. Sure you don’t want me to come down there? Looks like you might need some help,” Nové said as you laughed at your own clumsiness.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted to check-in. How are things in Naboo?”

“Good. Sondé met with the children’s shelter yesterday, and today she’s meeting with the Advisory Committee to assign a head to your new program.”

“Wait, they’re holding that meeting without me? It’s my program!”

“Technically, you will be there,” she said gingerly.

“I know, I just didn’t think Broden would push the vote so soon, knowing that I’m away,” you said, chewing your lip.

“I’m sure they’ll make an excellent choice.”

“Yeah,” you mused, “Make sure it’s someone who has got the interest of the people in mind, not someone with outsider interest groups lining their pockets. And it should be someone trustworthy, in case they discover where our first donation went. Naturally, they should be smart, fast—”

“Y/N, Sondé will make a wonderful selection. When are you coming home?”

“I’m not sure, now. Things have become more complicated than I thought.”

“In what ways?”

“It’s too much to explain right now, especially since we aren’t in person.”

“So you do want me to come?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Yes, no, I don’t know,” you said, making her laugh. “I’m going down to Takodana with Leia today. I’ll be sure to find out what’s needed of me afterward.” Nové nodded.

“The moment you need anything, you’ll call?” You smiled at her, nodding your head.

“I will. You know, if you want to see Jessika, you can always take some leave.” Her jaw dropped open as a blush covered her pale cheeks.

“It’s not Jess I’m worried about,” she said.

“I can take care of myself, Nové.”

“I know. I just want you to be safe.”

“I will be. I’ll talk to you soon.” She nodded her head as you went to sign off. You stopped just as she spoke again.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen him yet?”

“No,” you said. She looked at you seriously.

“Be careful. I don’t know what it’ll be like, but you cannot forget about your commitments to Naboo and its people.”

“I won’t, Nové,” you said.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, giving her a gentle smile. “I appreciate it.”

“Be safe,” she said.

She signed off, and for a few seconds, all you could do was stare at the space she had taken up before. Her reminder was necessary. Before you let yourself get too excited about this mission, you needed to remember what was waiting for you back home. This was a quick visit, and be as exciting as it may, you still had responsibilities and duties on Naboo that you needed to consider. Things hadn’t changed.

Once you were dressed, it wasn’t much longer that Leia sent O9-I2 a message, asking you to meet her back in the conference room. The mission on Takodana had been a success and soon the two of you would leave with other relief crew members to see just what awaited you on Takodana.

As you entered the room, you found Leia studying an image projected on the Holo table, too absorbed in her own thoughts to hear you enter until you cleared your throat.

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said simply.

“Everything alright?” you asked, standing at her side. She looked up at you and smiled.

“Yes. The rescue mission was a success, for the most part. Maz’s castle was destroyed, unfortunately, but we got the map to Luke back.”

“That’s great.” She nodded soberly. There was something she wasn’t telling you. “What is it? Is Po—”

“No, no, everyone is fine,” she said, touching your arm. “It turns out that BB-8 was hiding out on the Millennium Falcon with Han and Chewbacca.”

“Han? Are you sure?” you asked in shock.

“Yes. He’s on Takodana with the rest of our ground troops.”

“Wow,” you said, stunned into speechlessness for a moment. “How long has it been?”

“Too long,” she said, closing the plans in front of her. “Are you ready?” You looked at her curiously. She had closed off any emotion she felt about seeing her husband again, so it was impossible to get a read of what she was truly feeling.

“Yes. Let’s get the map and get to Luke,” you said.

You followed her to the hangar and stepped onto the transport that would take you to Takodana. You clutched the armrest as the small transport lifted off the ground and out into the atmosphere. Once you were in space, you looked at Leia.

“Are you scared?” you asked.

“Scared?”

“About seeing Han again.”

“I don’t know, how eager are you to see Poe?” she asked with a smirk. You blushed. You knew exactly the mix of emotions she must be feeling; anxiety, nervousness, excitement, all because you were going to see someone you love, or at least loved.

“I didn’t mean to press, Leia.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, batting her hand, “I’ll be fine just as soon as we get the map to Luke. I sent a message to Maz that you were coming down as well, and she is eager to speak to you. She says she knows some people who could benefit from your outreach program.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I’m sure she’s also hoping to find out what exactly happened between you and Poe.” You looked at her with weary eyes, making her laugh. “I’m just preparing you for the inevitable questions.”

“I guess I shouldn’t expect any less. If I’m going to be around the Resistance again, even for just a little bit, I’m sure I’ll have to explain why we aren’t attached at the hip anymore.” She looked at you, seeing the same look on your face as was on hers.

“Don’t worry. It gets easier.” You nodded your head and centered your mind for the duration of the flight. You weren’t going down as Queen Bhavisama, but there was still a level of decorum that needed to be had when visiting a battleground.

In a few minutes, the transport landed roughly on Takodana. You put a hand to your stomach as you walked towards the exit, hoping to calm your churning stomach and your rioting nerves. The doors to the transport opened, sending your hair and cape whipping around you. In the small opening, you could see Han and Chewbacca waiting a few feet away from the transport.

As the bridge came down, you watched Leia walk over to her estranged husband, embracing his furry friend. Knowing this was a private moment, you walked onto the lush, green planet, finding it to now be a mess of debris. You surveyed the damage, finding hardly any trace left of Maz’s old castle.

“Y/N.” You looked back towards Leia and saw that Han was now looking at you. He had a nervous expression on his face, making you smile. You made your way over to him and he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you again. You look different.”

“You haven’t changed at all,” you replied with a smile. Chewbacca came up behind you and clapped your shoulder. “Hello, Chewie.” It was hard to describe what it felt like to be around your old friends again, and before you could capitalize on your feelings, a shout came from across the battlefield that turned all of your attentions. A young man was rushing towards your group, yelling.

“They took her! They took Rey!” he cried. Han put a hand on the man’s shoulder in an effort to calm him.

“Rey?” Leia asked.

“She’s a friend of ours,” Han clarified. “She helped keep BB-8 out of the hands of the First Order.”

“Well then, we will do whatever we can to get her back . . .” she trailed off, not knowing the name of the mysterious man.

“Finn,” he responded.

“Finn,” she said with a nod. “I know someone who will be very excited to see you when we get back to base.” He looked confused, but Leia didn’t fill him in on any more details. “Before we head back, Y/N and I need to speak with Maz.”

“I think she’s back by the castle, trying to salvage whatever she can,” Han said. Leia nodded and lead the way across the rocky terrain. You were trying to spot the castle you had visited a few years ago, but the only thing that remained were bits of rubble.

“Leia, wonderful of you to stop by. I’m sorry I don’t have any tea on, but just give me a moment and I’ll find my kettle in all this mess.” You both smiled and turned around to see Maz carrying pieces of her home in her arms as she approached. “Ah, and I see you’ve brought back Mrs. Dameron.” You took some of the items out of her arms with a smile.

“Just Y/N now, Maz,” you said. She looked into your face, reading it carefully.

“Ah, yes, of course. I remember now. I gathered a list of people I know around the galaxy who might benefit from your secret Poe-helping-program.” You blushed as you stumbled over your words.

“What? It’s not— No, it’s not a— a Poe-helping-program. I fully support the Resistance and want to give it the aid it deserves, and it’s also not a bad idea to reach out to other planets and expand our galactic relations.”

“Of course,” Maz said, giving you another scanning look. She turned her attention to Leia a few moments later. “I don’t have what you’re looking for, either.”

“Is it somewhere in the rubble?” Leia asked, looking at the destroyed building laying at her feet.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Don’t tell me you sold my father’s lightsaber.” Your eyes widened as you looked between the two formidable women.

“I have collected many things in my day, but your father's lightsaber was one of my favorites. I would never have sold it, but I don’t have it anymore.”

“Then where is it?” Leia asked.

“It called to another.”

“Who?”

“Rey,” you answered. Leia looked at you in bewilderment. “Ben was always obsessed with his grandfather, that lightsaber in particular. If he knew that it called to Rey, it would explain why he took her.”

“I’ve always liked you, Y/N. Quick as a whip,” Maz said, continuing her walk through the destruction. “She’s right, the lightsaber did call to Rey. She didn’t want it, though,” she added with a tut.

“That’s not exactly how the Force works,” Leia said.

“I know. That’s why I gave it to that Stormtrooper, Finn. They have a close bond. Not unlike two other young rebels I knew.” Her eyes found yours again, but you fought off the blush this time and just smiled at her.

“Alright well, thank you, Maz. I’m sorry about the castle.”

“Don’t mention it, happens all the time. I was thinking about doing some remodeling anyway. I do wish I could invite you in for something to drink, ideally a little stronger than tea.”

“Me too, but we need to get going.”

“So soon?”

“We’ve got another rescue mission to go on,” Leia said, turning her back to Maz and starting to move back towards the transport.

“Leia,” Maz called, “Don’t tell me what I sensed before was what it was.” Leia sighed and glanced over at you, seeing the confusion and worry filling your eyes.

“The First Order test-fired its new weapon this morning,” she explained.

“What kind of weapon?” you asked.

“A weapon built to rival the Death Star.”

“Who was the target?”

“We’re still waiting for intel,” Leia said, dismissing the conversation until later. Your heart started to race again, worrying for Naboo. “We must head back. I have a few more things to check on before takeoff.”

“Of course,” you said, beginning to follow her.

“So, tell me, Y/N,” Maz said, continuing to walk through the rubble, picking up items she could rescue, “How’s your pilot?”

“He’s not my pilot, Maz,” you said, turning back and taking a few more items from her arms. She had collected a pile near the woods, an area that had been left mostly untouched by the firefight. She sat down on a turned over column and motioned for you to do the same. She took your hand in hers and looked up at you, examining you with her giant eyes. “What?” you asked.

“You’re scared.”

“What? I’m not scared.”

“Yes you are, I can see it all over your face.”

“Maz—”

“It’s alright. You have every right to be scared. I take it by your reaction to my comments you haven’t spoken to your ex-husband yet?”

“No.”

“And you’re worried about The First Order, specifically what planet they could have attacked when you were away from home. You’re scared that even if your planet wasn’t destroyed, they’ll somehow find out what you’ve been doing, and you’ll let them down.”

“How do you do that?”

“Years of practice,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Once you look in enough people’s eyes, you start to see the same things. I’ll admit though, yours are a little bit trickier.

“You’re a good person, Y/N. A true person. You have changed since you became queen, but you’re still the same on the inside. That’s the person I’m seeing now. Try as you might to hide her, you’re still the fearless, rule-breaking, passionate woman from a few years ago. You’re still Y/N Dameron.”

“Except that I’m not. Poe and I are done. I ruined that years ago.”

“Really? Did you ask Poe if things were ruined?”

“Well, no, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Because you’re engaged to that count from Serenno,” she said plainly.

“No, we’re not engaged. Yet. Wait, how do you know that?”

“I have eyes everywhere.”

“Of course,” you said, sighing. “So much has changed, I don’t think we can ever go back to the way it was. I don’t think I am who you think I am. I don’t get to make my decisions anymore. I truly feel like that version of me is gone,” you said sadly.

“You know, there will eventually be a day when the fighting is over,” Maz said, smiling at you. “The two of you can be together again. You can’t give everything to a fight. Not your heart.” A Wookie roar made you jump and remember where you needed to be.

“I’m sorry, Maz, I have to go.”

“Of course,” she said, standing. “Y/N, before you go: I’ve seen true love a few times in my life. It’s never an easy battle. You can lose yourself to it, but I don’t think that’s you.”

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“Tell your parents I said hello!” she called as you made your way back to the transport.

“I will.” You raced back to the transport, finding nearly everyone else around you boarded already. You saw Leia, still talking to Han and Chewie and apologized. She waved you onto the transport, and as you took a seat, she sat down next to you.

“Did you tell her to say all that?” you asked her.

“I have no idea what she said to you, Y/N,” she said plainly. “I didn’t tell her to say anything to you either. But, clearly, we both care about you and see the same things in you.” You gave her a polite smile, not sure about what either of them had told you. “It’s time to heal, Y/N.”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure, but two years ago you were much better than fine. I’d like that woman back.”

“I’m still here, I think. Things have just changed.”

“I know. That’s why I’m hoping to get you back piece by piece. I didn’t call you just for your credits, I hope you know. I needed you back, too.”

“And I’m glad to be back.”

“Me too.” She patted your hand. “And don’t worry, Maz almost always makes me cry, too.”

“Thank you, Leia.”

The landing pad back on D’Qar was a frenzy. Ships were landing every few minutes, and everyone was running to their friends to congratulate each other on a successful mission. The moment you stepped off the transport, a group of people rushed to Leia, pulling her away to answer a million questions.

You knew you should follow her and find out what kind of damage the First Order had inflicted and check in on Naboo, but as you began to follow, something hit your leg. You stumbled forward but caught yourself. You looked down for the culprit, finding a bright orange and white droid at your feet.

“BB-8!” you said, bending down to see the angrily beeping droid. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Well, of course, I missed you. BB-8, you know me better than that. I never meant to hurt you. I know, I know, I did.” He continued beeping and buzzing, telling you off for not even saying goodbye to him, and for leaving Poe the way you did. “Believe me, I didn’t like it any more than you did. Can you ever forgive me?” He hummed reluctantly and after a moment rolled up against your leg affectionately. “I missed you, too, buddy.”

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travasourus-rex · 4 years

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Will the Spider-Woman 2020 series be a triumph or torment? If Jessica Drew getting a new book is somehow a dream, then no one wake me.

I’m way late to the party that Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman fans had when Marvel Comics announced her upcoming book due in March, but Jess is my favorite comic book character, so you can sure that I want to give my thoughts and a list of hopes of some of the things that I hope will happen in the series.

1. The new costume: I know people have mixed thoughts on her new costume, some people have loved it from the start, some people hate it for using too much of one color over another, and some people hated it initially and have warmed to it over time, I’m in the last camp, let me explain why. Jessica Drew is spy first and foremost, capable of every kind of espionage under the sun, as well as subduing anyone, fatally or otherwise, before they know which way is up, I always thought of her as the ultra deadly female James Bond who would royally kick his ass with her with Venom blast, gymnastics and more British sass then even he can handle. I see how the black and dark red can aid her in situations where absolute secrecy and keeping to the shadows are a must in order to execute her target, stealing treasured secrets without being noticed, or just saving the world with the rest of the Marvel Universe, plus the yellow on the hands and forehead serve to break up the costume so we’re not just seeing another Spider-Person in a black and red suit while also keeping things classically Spider-Woman, I only hope the costume has an invisible camouflage element.

2. The premise: From the synopsis, it sounds like we’ll open the first issue with Jessica just having gone through something world-shattering or currently going something world-shattering, it’s safe to say that she won’t be in a good place and has taken a new mystery job to clear her head, only find herself in deeper trouble with people coming after her, probably leading her to end them before they can end her, which is a good thing because it wouldn't be much of a superheroine action title without drama or conflict, but I want the series to be a mixture of James Bond meets Archie. I like action as much the next guy, but the most impressive action in the world won't mean a damn if we don’t care about the characters caught in that action, and that's what I believe the last Spider-Woman series did so well. The previous two series’ by Dennis Hopeless expertly balanced the fantastic with ordinary while still keeping Jess’s trademark sass and warmth, I want to bring particular mention to the first story arc of her 2016 series. This arc deals with Jess being nine months pregnant and coming to terms with becoming a mother when she once hated children, it also deals with Jessica letting go of certain aspects of her pervious life as she begins a new one by giving up her motorcycle for the time being, baby prepping her apartment, and trying to stave off the crushing boredom that comes from having her fast pace heroic lifestyle slowed down by maternity leave. Jessica’s best friend (and possible girlfriend) Carol Danvers assist her in her pregnancy by sending Jess to an alien maternity ward in outer space for a routine checkup just as a sect of hostile Skrulls show up to hold her and the rest of the women hostage as they storm the hospital looking for a child Prince, so Jessica is forced to stop the Skrulls against her own and her unborn baby’s wishes and find the Skrull kid before any harm can come to him. I really enjoyed this arc because it showed a softer side to Jessica through her interaction with the Skrull Prince and her newborn son named Gerry Drew, but it also showed how ready to throw down at a moment’s notice she is as she does so immediately following giving birth, and I enjoyed what came after this arc even more because it wasn't afraid to slow down to show a slice of Jessica’s life and how she is adjusting to life with her son and the lengths she is willing to go in order to protect him. Long ramble short, I want to be a spy’s slice of life story, but Marvel please don’t make the thing bothering Jessica in the synopsis is that her son has been kidnapped, the girl’s been through enough trauma.

3. Gerry Drew: Marvel and the Spider-Woman 2020 writer, please don’t forget about Gerry Drew. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Gerry Drew has a become a big part of Jessica’s life, I don’t want him to just become a plot device for her to save, I want him and the relationship between his mother to be warm and realistic. Marvel is supposed to be the world outside our window, so it wouldn't be remiss if Jessica and Gerry had a real mother and growing son dynamic to be reflect the real world. I also wouldn't hate if we saw cute scenes where Jessica spends time with her son like the issue of the 2016 series when Jessica takes Gerry to the beach for the day, I would honestly take more scenes like those more than straight up action because those scenes humanize Jessica further.

4. Caroljess: I know the possibility of Caroljess becoming cannon is a total pipe dream, but that’s a pipe I will never stop smoking because Carol and Jessica are too cute together and have too much lesbian subtext in other books to not become cannon already. Come on, Marvel!

5. Going the distance: I hope beyond anything I have before that this upcoming Spider-Woman series will be popular and well written enough to go the distance beyond 20 issues because no series staring Jessica Drew has advanced past that milestone since the 1970′s. That’s a damn shame for fans Jess who have been starved for anything staring the character for so long, so if you’ve become a new fan of Jess through her appearances in the Strike Force series or my ramblings here, then I'm asking you to give Spider-Woman 2020 a shot once the first issue releases in March.

#jessica drew #spiderwoman #gerry drew #Carol Danvers #caroljess #Marvel Comics #marvel 2020 #karla pacheco #pere perez #james bond #Captain Marvel #marvel strike force #strike force

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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1x11: Scarecrow

Welcome to our harvest themed hiatus episode. Hope everyone enjoyed their freakin’ pie this week!

Burkitsville, Indiana

Sixteen Years One Year Ago

A young couple leave a friendly town after the townsfolk load them up with pie and gas for the car. “Everyone in this town is so nice,” remarks the wraith young woman. The man adds, “Yeah, what’s the catch?” The townsfolk’s daughter niece notes that the dude has a cool arm tattoo.

Once on the road, the couple’s car dies. I love how the woman asks what happened and the dude is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . They head into an orchard looking for help. They come across a scarecrow.

The woman is a bit freaked out, and I would be too if I saw the damn thing move! They hear strange noises and start running. The camera work gets grainy so you know we’re in scarytime land. The couple gets separated. The woman runs alone until she finds the man again -faceless and dead on the ground. She screams and then the now loose and animate scarecrow is upon her!

*John Winchester is a Horrible Father Alert*

Sam wakes to a ringing cell phone. He answers it and it’s John. He’s all evasive and apologetic about disappearing. He’s on the trail of the thing that killed their mom. It’s a demon! They have to stop chasing him. It’s not safe. Sam refuses. He wants answers. John jumps into drill sergeant father mode and Sam continues to balk.

Dean grabs his phone, AND MY GOD, watching Jensen transform silently while Dean listens to John talk is magnificent. He just falls right into order, writes down the names of three missing couples, and the brothers hit the road.

*Sam is driving Alert*

Ok, hold the phone, Dean’s giving backstory to the missing couples. They’ve gone missing every year in the second week of April. I --what? I should probably watch the whole episode before recapping, and I haven’t seen this episode in years and don’t really remember the secret. There were apples all over the orchard implying it’s the fall...hmm. Dean’s amazed at the level of research John did to figure out something was happening. He calls him “a master” and I just die a little knowing how very little John knows.

Sam stops the car and tells Dean that they’re not going to Indiana; they’re going to California.

John is on the trail of what killed Mary and Jess, and Sam wants to be there for it. Dean insists that John gave them an order (I’m having serious John/Chuck and Soldier Dean/Free Will feelings right now, give me a moment). Whew, Sam pulls the ‘My girlfriend just died six months ago’ card and insists that Dean can’t know how important this is to him. Dean continues to be a good little soldier though. Sam gets out of the car and tells Dean that he’s going to California. See ya! Dean tries pulling what I can only imagine the same move John pulled many times over the years, and tells Sam that he’ll leave him on the side of the road. That’s what Sam wants! Dean leaves.

Oof, there’s a lot to unpack with that fight. I’ll just throw up @mittensmorgul post. I’m just so very happy to see how far Dean’s come.

Dean pulls into the town in Indiana. He meets Scotty, owner of the local cafe. He introduces himself as John Bonham. “Isn’t that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?” How this hasn’t happened more over the years is beyond me.

Dean asks about the missing people and Scotty dismisses him quickly. They don’t get a lot of strangers around the town. Dean tries flirting with the guy but the man is a stone wall.

*Meg Alert*

Sam, meanwhile, continues to walk down the road hoping to see a passing car. He finds a young woman just sitting and listening to music instead. Like, wtf is Meg doing? Sam, how is this not suspicious activity to you? Anyway, a truck pulls up and offers to take only the lady.

Dean asks at the general store about his “friends”. Emily, the young woman there, remembers them. Dean heads off to where the couple was last seen driving. Dean’s driving along and his EMF starts to go nuts. He’s right by the orchard and walks in to investigate. How is this April? Anyway, Dean finds the scarecrow and we’re gifted with the now iconic line: “Dude, you fugly.”

He takes a closer look at the scarecrow and sees the tattoo on the arm. SMART, OBSERVANT BOY.

Dean heads back to town. He stops to get gas and talk to Emily. (Sidenote: Can all guest stars wear a necklace with their names on it so I’m not scrambling to figure out names every week? Thx.) Emily tells Dean how she came to the town when she was 13. It’s the middle of nowhere, but she loves it. This town seems blessed compared to the surrounding towns. Dean’s not suspicious at all. Dean asks about the scarecrow. Emily admits that it’s always just been there. Detective Dean also finds out a couple is in town waiting on their car to get repaired.

Sam is dealing with the nightmare that is the American Car Culture and lack of decent mass transit across our expansive 50 states. He runs into Meg again. This time she introduces herself.

Dean heads to Scotty’s to find the couple (and eat pie.) Boy does he need to work on his casual chit chat. Scotty is suspicious AF at Dean and tells him to leave them alone. Dean doesn’t and even offers to fix their car for them so they can hit the road sooner. They decline his offer, and like, I get it, but HOW DARE they accuse Dean of not being a mechanic.

Dean tries to warn them again but just comes off as creepy and they brush him off. Dean laments the lack of Sam’s puppy dog face, and then Scotty calls the local law enforcement on him. They literally chase him out of town. Lol.

Meg and Sam bond over a romantic bag of Cheetos and some beer. She’s on the run from family expectations too! Looks like they’re made for each other, friends. (This is the nicest damn bus station I’ve ever seen. It has NAPKIN holders! And tables! And beer!)

While Sam’s enjoying a meet-cute, the couple from the restaurant clutch each other in the apple orchard, the scarecrow in hot pursuit, when Dean appears. He shouts at them to run back to their car and shoots fruitless holes in the scarecrow. The moment they all arrive back on the road, the scarecrow disappears.

On his phone, Sam gets the hunt recap from Dean while he watches his new friend sleep at the station. Dean figures that he’s dealing with a god because the killing happens once a year, it’s always couples, and “you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin’ ‘em up like a Christmas turkey.” It’s ritual sacrifice, baby. While Dean’s talking, he’s driving out to a local community college to meet with a professor there and get some information about what kind of god he might be fighting. He tells Sam that he’s proud of him for defying their father and going his own way in life. Dean wishes he could do the same. To quote Boris, excuse me while I fling myself into a volcano.

Dean chats with the Cigarette Smoking Man a professor in the nicest damn community college I have ever seen. He asks about pagan lore and the origin of the residents of Burkitsville. They were Scandinavian which leads to Dean’s next pointed question: he’s looking for a Scandinavian god who might live in an apple orchard. They pull down an ancient book of lore - the kind that is standard issue in every community college classroom - and start paging through looking for a “woods” god.

Dean spots a creepy scarecrow drawing. The description lists the scarecrow as a Vanir, a norse god of protection and prosperity which keeps villages from harm. Worshippers built effigies of the Vanir in their fields, and some practiced human sacrifice. They’re tied to a sacred tree. Dean, my best and direct friend, asks, “So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it’d kill the god?” LOL, there’s no such thing as gods, young man! Dean bids farewell to the professor and immediately gets conked out by the Burkitsville sheriff. SIGNIFICANT LOOKS™ are exchanged between the professor and sheriff.

Later, rain falls heavily on a group of older folks standing outside under umbrellas. Three of them plead with Harley, the gas station owner. His wife tells him that the trees are beginning to die. It’s the “seventh night of the cycle” and they have one more chance to appease “it.” Dun dun DUN.

For Pretty Shot Science

Cut to a cellar door opening. The cadre of elderly conspirators hauls a tearful Emily down to be trapped alongside Dean. Her aunt comfortingly tells her that it’s for “the common good.” (This REALLY makes me want to rewatch Hot Fuzz again!)

At the bus station, Sam and Meg’s bus finally arrives. But Sam’s got a problem. His brother hasn’t answered his phone for the last three hours. He’s got to go to Burkitsville! “You’re running back to your brother? The guy you ran away from?” Meg implores Sam to go to California with her, but Sam tells her he can’t. His family needs him.

In the cellar, Emily freaks out about her newfound knowledge of a murderous scarecrow god and her accomplice relatives. Dean describes human sacrifice as “classier” than plain murder and…Dean Bean. More helpfully, he tries to put together a game plan with Emily. He asks her about an old tree - one the locals might treat with respect. Emily does know about a tree that the locals call “the First Tree.” Subtle naming, dear locals!

They’re seized from the cellar and tied in the orchard as evening approaches. Emily pleads for her life, but her aunt tells her that family bonds aren’t enough to save her. “That’s what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good.” (I’ll just...look directly into the camera.)

Much later, night’s fallen and Dean is still working on a plan to free them both. Something insidious approaches and….wait, it’s Sam! Dean’s practically giddy to see his brother, who stole a car to get to town in time. What a good, thieving bean! Dean tells Sam to keep an eye on the scarecrow because it “could come alive any minute.”

In classic horror movie fashion, Sam asks, “What scarecrow?”

The scarecrow’s on the loose, but our trio is finally free in the orchard. They’re prevented from escaping by the four town elders penning them in with shotguns, however. Harley tries to convince Emily to give up (and die) when the scarecrow’s sickle slices through him, killing him. It drags Stacy and Harley away, having claimed its yearly couple at last.

The next morning Sam, Dean, and Emily walk through the orchard with a can of fuel. They find the “First Tree” which has runes carved into its bark. Sam douses it with gasoline and Emily lights the tree on fire. Look at this wholesome tale of youth dismantling a toxic system!

Back at the station I finally get a good look at the bus company. It’s called “American Freedom Coach Lines.” LOL, if you need me I’ll be picking myself up from the floor after being hit by this symbolic brick.

Emily boards a bus headed towards Boston. Dean gleefully anticipates the murder-town’s slow, god-less demise before asking Sam about his plans. “I still wanna find Dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass. But, Jess and Mom…they’re both gone. Dad is god knows where. You and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together.” Can I get a yee-haw?!

Meanwhile, Meg’s hitched a ride with Creepy Driver Number 2 and suggests “pulling over” when he asks her where she wants to go. He pulls a little way off the road and she takes out a silver bowl. “I’ve gotta make a call,” she tells him before slicing his throat open and filling the bowl with blood. She stirs it, mutters an incantation, and then asks the bowl why she wasn’t allowed to just kill Sam and Dean. Someone clearly gives her orders and she says, rather ominously, “Yes, Father.”

Natasha: This is one of my favorite episodes! What’s not to love about creepy scarecrows and murderous fertility/prosperity rituals?

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I Hope These Quotes Were Frickin’ Worth It:

I’ve given you an order

I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man

Dude, you fugly

Nice tat

My brother could give you this puppy dog look and you’d buy right into it

Indiana isn’t really known for its Pagan worship

I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!

Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.

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ober-affen-geil · 5 years

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I want to talk about some of the human side of what we saw in 1x12, so far as morality goes. Because we get some really excellent examples of what is at the core of some of the human characters and how it speaks to the “ideal” of each of their professions, and I want to get into it. CW for discussion of torture, abuse, and genocide.

This gets long so I’m putting a break.

We’ll start with Liz. The truth-seeker. She is a scientist, and at the heart of science (and by association, those who practice it) is curiosity. There doesn’t have to be a good reason as to why, so long as the question “can it be done” is answered.

But Liz specifically works in the biomedical field, which means she has a strict set of rule to adhere to in order to prevent harm. She would be very familiar with moral guidelines around human (and animal) subjects. In the biomedical code of ethics, the number one direction under professional obligations is to use “knowledge, skills, and abilities to enhance the safety, health, and welfare of the public.” (Find a complete list here.)

Within the scientific field there is also a distinction about “life”, sentient life is treated differently. There are separate rules for how to conduct experiments with plants versus mammals. It comes down to self-awareness and cognitive ability, but suffice it to say that moral and ethical regulations exist specifically to protect these subjects. In a perfect world of medical science, experiments are conducted without any harm coming to the participants, and the results are used to further the ability to help people.

Liz doesn’t get as much focus in 1x12 but there is one scene that is critical to her character and how she fits into the scientific ideal. In fact it comes down to one line: “My serum is right now killing a living thing capable of fear.” x

This is Liz acknowledging that Noah, as a non-human, has sentience. (She has indisputable proof because she is literally mentally connected to him.) She is giving Noah the same moral consideration that she would a human subject. As any good scientist should. But more importantly, this is Liz taking direct responsibility for Noah’s imminent death. “My serum”. Not only is she the one who injected him with it (in self defense tbf), she is the one who created it. In her own words she never meant for it to be used, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is the reason it exists.

During her interview in 1x05 it is revealed that the type of research Liz is involved with deals with regenerative study; she’s focused on healing. (This kind of science, healing what others believe to be irreparable, is important to me.) The fact that Liz, who has every conceivable reason to want Noah dead, is applying this focus to him as well is extremely indicative of her resolve to stand for her morals, and the morals of the biomedical field of study.

Now for Kyle. The healer. He is a doctor, specifically a surgeon. He went to medical school. He most likely would have taken some kind of physician’s oath when he graduated, to the effect of how to adhere to a code when practicing medicine. (There are actually several different oaths, but the most famous is the Hippocratic Oath. Find the full text here.) He also would have been taught medical ethics in school which has four main pillars of ideals, the most well known being “First, do no harm”. (Find more details here.)

These things speak to the absolute core of the medical profession; about what it means to be a doctor. Both the oath and the ethics principles emphasize the care of the patient above all else.

We saw in Kyle’s interaction with Isobel in 1x08 that he very staunchly believes in upholding medical morals; when you have a patient, you treat them to the best of your ability. End of story. We also see him, very early in the season, tell off Jesse Manes for trying to get him to break doctor patient confidentiality. Kyle works very hard to conform to the moral code he was taught, the medical ideal. Fundamentally, Kyle is a good doctor.

When he and Michael enter room 7A, what he sees are living beings that have been in captivity for decades. Michael quickly confirms they are aliens, but Kyle reacts the way he has been trained to anyway: evaluate and diagnose. (Their bodies are covered in bruises, scarring, needle tracks. Anti-social behavior indicates prolonged trauma.) He is aware however, that these people are subjects because they are not human. (Note his first reaction when they hear someone coming is to hide Michael.)

But all he sees are patients, regardless of species. In his conversation with the unnamed guard, Kyle calls subject N38 “he”. The guard uses “it”. A minor difference, but an extremely important one.

Kyle sees the aliens as living beings deserving of the same considerations he gives to humans. The guard does not.

Kyle recognizes that what has been going on in Caulfield for 70 years is inhumane and goes against every code of medical ethics he has ever been taught. Which is why, when Flint verifies that his father was a participant in the project, Kyle immediately condemns his actions. x

Kyle applies the same ethical principles to the aliens that he does to his human patients, like any good doctor should. And when he learns that his father did not do the same, he rejects him. As Kyle has been investigating his father’s death for most of the season, this is a major indication of exactly how much he believes in and upholds the codes of his profession.

Last but not least, Alex. The protector. He is an airman in the US Air Force, a member of the US military. The armed forces exist, ideally, to defend and serve their countries. This is why people like Alex are called “service members”. Admittedly warfare is by nature violent, and people get hurt. Alex talks about this at the end of the episode, “...you look around and you realize that the evil is you.” He has enough sense to recognize the faults the military has.

But because of this fault, this very real danger of crossing moral lines that don’t exist in the heat of battle, there are rules. The Geneva Conventions, the Uniform Code of Military Justice, the Articles of War before that, and countless international treaties exist to prevent war crimes.

Ideally, the only people who should be in danger during a war are active enemy combatants. Civilians and prisoners of war are explicitly protected groups.

It is part of Alex’s job to be informed on these issues, and during his conversation with Flint it’s clear he knows his stuff. “Bioweapons are banned by international treaty” is Alex explicitly referencing a UN regulation to Flint, in reaction to seeing a prototype for a smart bomb that targets DNA. But it’s the next line that is the most revealing about Alex’s personal mindset. Flint tries to argue that the UN doesn’t have a say when it comes to an alien enemy (The UN’s jurisdiction ends at the ozone layer) and Alex disagrees in no uncertain terms (The jurisdiction on genocide?).

(You guys I’m so sorry, this isn’t my gif but I could not for the life of me find a source for it.)

Alex is viewing the alien survivors as civilians. Flint is viewing them as an active hostile force.

We know from Noah’s explanation at the beginning of the episode that the aliens are quite literally refugees fleeing a war, but Alex doesn’t know that yet. (Even if they were an invading force, they are clearly imprisoned now and should fall under the protection of the Geneva Conventions. Find the POW provisions here.) The fact that Alex is applying the regulations that exist to protect humans to aliens as well speaks very strongly to his sense of justice and moral right.

tl;dr In 1x12 each of these three characters prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they consider the aliens to be deserving of treatment and consideration equal to that of humans, despite two of them having very good reasons to despise them. (Interestingly these are not the same two who have romantic/sexual relationships with said aliens.) Doing so also emphasizes how each of them fulfill the ideals of each of their professional roles and I think it makes for a very telling character study.

#my roswell meta #roswell new mexico #rnm #alex manes #liz ortecho #kyle valenti #tw abuse #tw torture #tw genocide #a riley special

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Deliverance [1]

Careful when you’re swimming in the holy water.

SERIES: Far Cry 5 WORD COUNT: 4,931 SHIP: Quinn/John Seed CHARACTERS: quinn leonis, john seed

She hates Hope County.

Quinn Decides on it firmly, right then and there, that she hates Hope County. If someone asked her why, they’d probably think her answer should be something along the lines of, “well, it’s controlled by a bunch of fanatical psychopaths,” or, “the resident superstars in the local cult are kind of assholes,” or even, “ow, let the fuck go of my arm, you prick,” but it wasn’t.

No, the final nail in the coffin for Quinn’s patience with Hope County wasn’t the doomsday cult, nor the family that ran it who all had nasty reputations for freaking the shit out of the sane half of the population, or the current state of her physical health.

It was the fucking weather.

It was mid-September, for fuck’s sake. Northern Montana had no business being this fucking hot in mid-September.

Or was it late September? Fuck, she didn’t know at this point—she’d lost too many Goddamn days with the eldest Seed to even know how much time had passed since this whole clusterfuck had started--and there was no way in hell she planned on asking the owner of the hand clamped tight on her upper arm whether or not the thunderstorm that had rolled through last night was typical for the area at this time of year.

Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a filthy mouth, kitten?

She snorts out a humorless laugh as Jacob’s voice filters through her tangled knot of frustrated thoughts, wishing she could point him to her current situation and stare at him, infuriated, like: See this? This is why I swear so fucking much, asshole.

But that’d require her either returning to him or him coming to her and neither thought was very comforting in the slightest, sending shivers up her spine. She’d escaped from the Whitetails mostly unscathed, far weaker and wearier than she had been when she’d initially set foot on the County’s soil but whole and alive, and she didn’t want to risk whatever obvious mind fuckery he was toying with sinking its claws further into her. It was bad enough that even as she shivered at the thought of Jacob, a whisper of come home hissed through the back of her mind.

Only three weeks and she didn’t have to struggle to see how fucked it was that there was a piece of her being pulled back in the direction she’d fled from a little over two days ago.

The hand around her arm tightens with enough sting to rip her out of her thoughts and she’s shoved forward, forced to twist her body quickly as she falls forward to keep herself from biting it in front of half a dozen captured civilians and resistance members, a dozen cultists, and God himself since her hands were bound behind her.

And now her shoulder aches. Great. Awesome.

“Boy, you guys sure know how to treat a lady.” She snaps, lamenting that her current state--exhausted, hungry, and in pain—left her without a whole lot of verbal bite to work with. As she’s struggling to wiggle her way up and out of the mud the same hand clamps around her arm again and yanks her upright, then slams her back against a really jagged, really uncomfortable stone surface. Add a migraine to her list of grievances with the Seed family. “Son of a bitch.”

“Shut your mouth, sinner!” The cultist—what had Jess called them? Peggies?--barks back at her, throwing a stern point at her like she was a particularly misbehaved child. God fucking damn but she was well on her way to thoroughly despising religion and the pompous assholes it churned out like clockwork.

Jacob hadn’t seemed particularly religious, nor had he struck her as very arrogant; the arrogance seemed more like a smokescreen, with him. She might’ve just been pissing in the wind, though, since he’d kept her dehydrated and starved and subjected to training sessions that mainly pissed her off and gave her headaches; she hadn’t exactly been in top form, and her observational skills were more than likely impaired.

She still was. It had been three days since the ambush that had seen her and Jess separated and put them both on the run in opposite directions, Jess being driven somewhere up north and Quinn forced south.

She’d thought it strange that the hunters that had been dogging her steps relentlessly in that timeframe, keeping her from sleeping more than a few hours at a time if she was lucky or giving her hardly any time to inhale whatever poor excuses for meals she could scrounge up or find, had suddenly stopped their pursuit.

It made a bit more sense now that she knew she had bounced dividing lines right into John Seed’s territory. Apparently the brothers’ followers didn’t play well with each other.

She spares a few seconds with closed eyes trying to will back the budding migraine behind them and wondering whether that contention extended to the siblings themselves or if it was just limited to their cronies, thoughts interrupted by a car door slamming nearby. The two men bound on either side of her both jump at the sound; one of them begins to shake and quietly plead for it to not be him, no, why him, why him.

Now her thoughts drift onto whether or not the brothers got off on this little power trip of theirs or if they really were just that off their rockers, putting these people through so much shit that they were terrified at just the sight of one of them.

Between the screen of Peggies standing along the line of captives she couldn’t even see who had exited the vehicle, but it was hard not to guess. C’mon, she thinks to herself, make it two for two. Lady Luck hadn’t exactly been kind to her since they’d first landed that helicopter in Joseph Seed’s compound and proceeded to rip hell loose all over the County, so she might as well send her from the clutches of one of the Siblings right into another’s.

Ugh, whatever. “Hey,” she says, shifting forward and struggling to ignore the pounding that had settled firmly within her skull, trying to get the attention of the cultist that had thrown her down, “hey, dipshit!”

The man next to her hisses for her to shut the fuck up. She ignores him, attention only wavering when the waning sun briefly peeks through the overcast clouds and shines off something sitting atop someone’s head over by the car.

“D’you want a fuckin’ bullet?” The cultist demands, stomping towards her as though it might threaten her into silence.

She was too fucking done with all this shit to be threatened—it was making her reckless, and she files away this fact for later self-pity when her current plan inevitably gets her shot, beaten, or otherwise harmed. “Actually, I was gonna ask for the time. Y’see, I’ve got an appointment to keep and I--”

He backhands her. Her head snaps to the side with the blow and with her head already a jumbled, aching mess her vision swims from it.

“Ow.” Jaw working and eyes blinking the blurriness from her vision she has to fight to keep her voice as neutral and unaffected as possible. It has the desired effect—the guy looks even more pissed off at the lack of fright and subservience he’d probably expected her to fall into after receiving such abuse. “Listen, I’ve got something I need to tell you. To pass on to your boss.”

He stares at her and doesn’t move.

“It’s important. You know, Resistance secrets and whatnot.” She tries, ignoring the sudden affronted balking of the men next to her.

Finally, the man slings his rifle over his back and crouches down in front of her, staring at her expectantly. She sits up just a bit taller, but he’s still…

“Little bit closer?”

He looks irritated, but he shifts forward just enough for her to—

The cultist rears back with a howl of pain when her forehead slams into his nose with a satisfying crack, stumbling and very nearly losing his footing in the slick mud underneath; it made her migraine that much worse, but she grins wickedly at the flood of red that immediately streams from his now broken nose.

She’s lost her Goddamned mind from the stress and abuse and exhaustion, must have. Whether it was from some Molotov cocktail of those issues or the terrifying absurdity of the tangle she’s unwittingly gotten herself stuck in or even the overpowering rage at the bullshit these monsters were putting people through, she was snapping.

“You little bitch—" He lunges for her and all she can do is laugh wildly at the stuffy, undignified way his words leave his mouth.

Someone jumps between her and the aggrieved man. “Woah, woah, woah! Hey, easy. Easy.” The voice of the one that intervened is aristocratic and smooth and amused as hell. Score one for Quinn. She didn’t have a lot of ticks in her win column, so she’ll take what she can get.

The cultist doesn’t by any means calm down, stopped only by the hand on his chest and two of his fellows holding him back by the arms; Quinn resists the urge to childishly stick her tongue out at the bastard.

Then her—gag—savior turns slowly to face her sideways, one hand still planted on the cultist’s chest and the other lifted at his side, elbow bent and fingers curled just shy of a point in her direction. Slicked back, dark hair, a full beard, aviators perched atop his head. She definitely recognized him from the Church, and since she’d already met Jacob and knew for a fact this wasn’t Joseph, she’s now confident that she’s face-to-face with John Seed.

He’s missing the long duster he’d been wearing the night the proverbial shit had hit the fan, and she decides with absolutely nothing upon which to base it that he must’ve been wearing it that night to keep from stealing his brother’s ridiculously shirtless thunder, ‘cause the blue silk shirt, waistcoat, and dark-wash jeans he was currently wearing cut one hell of a figure.

Yep, definitely losing her mind.

Unfortunately with the way her vision kept doubling on her from the splitting pain in her head, she can’t really linger on appreciating the sight. Probably a good thing in hindsight because ogling one of the men causing mass amounts of grief in the County wasn’t terribly kosher.

Blinking, she lifts her eyes to meet his and finds herself frustrated to note that they were really pretty. A bright, striking blue, even from a handful of feet away.

He’s smiling at her like he knows where her mind had wandered, and she narrows her eyes in response, telling herself it has nothing to do with the fact his form keeps multiplying into indistinct blurs in between blinks. He looks at the cultist she’d attacked, gives the man a few pats on the chest, then steps away from him as he’s gently steered away by his fellows.

“ ‘But I say to you people who are listening to me, love your enemies.’ “ He says, striding toward her with assured, languid steps. “ ‘Do good to those who hate you.’ “

His eyes wander over the other people bound as she as he speaks, but she gets the distinct feeling that his recitation was meant exclusively for her; she was, after all, the only one who’d dared to attack one of their captors. Understandably. She can’t blame them.

She lets out an exaggerated groan, closing her eyes not only because the pounding in her head seems to intensify with every step he takes towards her. Indicative of whatever future relationship they were about to begin, probably. “You mind bringing the guy with the gun back? The bullet sounds a hell of a lot better than being preached to.”

“For the time being I’ll ignore your blatant disrespect for the word of God and the Father,” he says to her, crouching down before her like the cultist had before. Difference being that he knew better than to get close enough for her to strike out. Even with her legs. Damn. “This is a pleasant surprise, Agent Leonis. I’d dare to say the only other person in this County more desirable than you right now is your friend, the Deputy.”

He put some kind of emphasis on that word—desirable—and she knows in her gut it’s for a reason other than the obvious, but her head hurts too much for her to think on it for long. She lets out a snort of a laugh “Interesting word choice considering all your people seem pretty intent on riddling us with bullet holes on first sight, unless you desire us dead.” He had used her title, so she doesn’t have to guess that Jacob had already shared whatever intel he’d gotten from Burke with John and she doesn’t ask.

“Dead? Of course not. We want to show you the way through the gates of Eden. We want to save you.” John replies, and in her current state Quinn is finding that in spite of the handsome face that fond little smile on it is quickly getting on her nerves.

“Sorry, preacher man, but I’m not interested.” She’s beginning to regret using her head to attack that cultist; it’s getting harder to keep her words from slurring from the dizziness clouding her thoughts. Was it the migraine or was it the weeks of constant strain and abuse? It was probably some fucked up mix of all the above.

“That’s a shame.” He says, not sounding like he cared overmuch about her opinion on the subject. His tone was thick with a kind of faux compassion that she’s heard far too many times in her life from people that thought her bad mouth and physicality and headstrong attitude were traits that any self-respecting woman should have muted by her age.

Fingers suddenly brush across her cheek, pushing strands of muddied hair away from her face, and she flinches back. A sharp glare of warning settles on John, telling him to back the fuck off, and it’s a warning that he fails to heed.

“We all need to be saved from our sins. We need to accept them and allow ourselves to atone for them. To atone for the ones we will commit. Sin is pervasive, and none of us are ever truly free of it—consequence of being human.” He says.

“Fuck’s sake—the only sin I’m gonna commit in the near future is planting my foot up your ass if you don’t knock the choirboy shit off.”

He lets out a huff of air that’s too soft and quiet to be a laugh; it was pitying, almost. He was sad for her, and she feels a bud of petulant anger rise within her just as it had when Jacob had insisted he would teach her to behave. His fingers snap over his shoulder and he gestures around her at the other hostages. “Get them loaded up.” He says, watching as the bound men and women were led into a pair of waiting, nondescript vans at gunpoint.

She doesn’t like the look in his eyes when his focus returns to her. It’s open and accepting and could almost be mistaken for kind, but there’s an intense undercurrent to it that she can’t identify, something she feels rippling over her skin like she was standing next to an open flame rather than sees outright. “My brother did warn me of your Pride, my dear. Don’t worry, we’ll absolve you of it in due time. It may take some...coaxing given how sharp that tongue of yours is, but you’ll see the truth. One way or another.”

One of the Peggies finally reaches out to grab her and drag her up from the ground, and she grimaces at the twinge of pain from an already forming bruise. “Joy.” She says, sounding anything but cheery about it.

As she’s loaded into the van along with the other captives, she wonders if she should’ve stayed back up in the mountains with Jacob.

The sun has fully set by the time the van stops at its destination and as though to spite her the temperature quickly drops even within the confines of the van; she was beginning to sorely regret abandoning the jacket she’d nicked from a ransacked store up in the mountains due to the heat earlier. Her open-sided tank top was doing little to ward off the rising chill, and as she sits in the unmoving van waiting for something to happen she sits forward to keep her back and shoulders off the cooling sides of the vehicle.

She can hear voices outside and footsteps, but no one comes to open the back of the van and snatch her and the other captives out of it. Her eyes narrow at the doors.

“How the fuck are you so calm right now?” One of the men across from her asks. She spares him a glance, notes the dirtied, pale skin on his face and scruffy hair tucked under a ball cap and barely concealed fear in his words.

If he was looking for a way to keep from freaking out, he was gonna be disappointed. “Lots of practice and a hereditary predisposition,” she answers before turning her full attention to him. “Why? I get that the Cult’s scary and all, but there’s bound to be a chance we can cut and run. They’re not military.”

Well—maybe not. Her brow furrows as she thinks back on her time in the Whitetails. How far did Jacob’s brainwashing psycho-bullshit go, as far as discipline went? And had he applied that ‘training’ to everyone in the Cult, or just those in his own region?

“Seriously? You haven’t heard the kind of shit John does?” Is his response, and she frowns.

She’d seen the video Stevie had looked over while on the flight over, and she was well aware of the bastardized ‘baptizing’ the man performed, but aside from cold murder she can’t claim to have any knowledge of his methods.

The outright fear of the others in the van was pretty telling, however.

A woman a few seats down the line on her side of the van leans into the conversation. “She’s the FBI Agent that was with the Deputy, Sheriff, and Marshal that night. She hasn’t been around long enough.”

“And she’s here with us? Shit.”

Any dry comment she could have said is halted by the doors of the van finally opening, allowing a fresh chill from the outside in. Eager to not be manhandled again, Quinn ignores the gun that’s immediately pushed into her face and without prompting leaves the van, hopping to the ground and standing straight to stare the man with the rifle in her face dead in the eye.

I’m not afraid of you, her eyes say, and whether or not he got that message she could see his fingers flexing around the gun. As their staring contest continues she feels another Cultist unbind her, but before she can think to attempt an attack or escape her wrists are instead pulled to her front and rebound.

Her gaze lingers, icy, as a motion in her periphery directs her forward and she moves before someone else can grab and drag her away.

They’ve been brought to the foothills of the mountains at the edge of a lake or a river, the path she was being led down well-traveled by vehicles if the grooves in the dirt were anything to go by. There are banners strung up in the trees around, pure white and gently flowing in the night breeze. Stacks of green barrels sit off to the side and she can smell the Bliss on the air even before the tell-tale sparkles begin to tint the edges of her vision.

Ahead of her the rest of the captives from the other van were being led into the water as John spouted off some kind of sermon from the book held open in his hands, and she watches as they’re all dunked under the water. They come up blinking and gasping, eyes wide and dazed; she gets the distinct feeling that it has nothing to do with simply being held underwater.

The Cultists stop her before she reaches the water, but the rest of the captives she’d traveled with continue on—all coming out of this fucked up baptism compliant and quiet.

Only when the rest of them are finished, led quietly back to the vans past her, is she brought forward. John snaps his book shut and hands it off to a waiting Peggie, looking at her with an easy smile and reaching his hands out for her.

She’s not fond of the thought that she’s being handed off, here, nor is she happy with the one that follows: why was she special enough to warrant John himself performing the rite?

“The Atonement is a process, Agent, and this is your first step towards it,” he says, either still under the impression that she was happy to be here or not caring. When they stand waist-deep in the water—with her fighting back shivers—he stops and turns her to face him. “Here you will be cleansed of the filth and the dirt the world has been heaping on you from birth, and only then will you be ready to bare your sins and free yourself from them.”

She blinks slowly at him, unimpressed.

“Are you ready?” He asks her, sounding slightly less upbeat than before.

“Sure, if it’ll make you happy,” she replies.

His eyes flash at the irreverent response, his hands moving from her shoulders to fist in the front of her shirt; she sucks in a breath and then holds it as she’s tipped backwards. Water rushes over her and stings her eyes.

By the time he finally pulls her back up she’s left blinking and gasping for air, staring up at the night sky above. It was clear of the clouds that had overcast the land earlier in the day, leaving it open and bright with a near-full moon and millions upon millions of stars.

Quinn’s not sure she’s ever seen so many stars in her life, in fact.

There are a lot of them. A lot. Way more than the light pollution back east had ever allowed to show; it was an amazing, awe-inspiring sight, all of them blinking and twinkling through Earth’s atmosphere like diamonds that she wonders if she can reach out and touch.

She’d try if her hands weren’t bound. Still, it was brilliant. Almost enough to make someone reconsider a disbelief in the presence of God.

No, wait—she blinks again, finally seeing the shimmering behind her eyes that told her she’d figured out where, exactly she’d been smelling the Bliss from.

Inhaling sharply as awareness of her surroundings returns to her and the shock of chilly night air hits her now thoroughly soaked clothes and skin, she feels herself begin to shiver violently, no longer able to fight them back.

John’s hands are on her shoulders again, holding her upright as she swayed on suddenly unsteady legs. His touch was firm but gentle, and warm. She decides she likes it even as she chastises herself for it.

“Ah, there it is. The wide-eyed wonder of clarity,” His voice, smooth like honey and so, so nice to her Bliss-addled senses, speaks to her from somewhere in her periphery. Should she look at him? She decides not to—the stars were nicer. “Are you ready to confess? To say yes and atone?”

Her tongue feels heavy in her mouth and it takes her a moment of struggling to string some unfortunately unintelligent words together. “Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m just stoned off my ass.”

There’s a single laugh disguised behind a cough from a handful of feet away, but otherwise silence surrounds her after the semi-lucid response. She counts out one heartbeat. Two. Three—

Her world tilts abruptly, dizzyingly, as he shoves her down with more force than the first time; she barely has enough time and reaction speed to cut off her breathing before she inhales any of the water and makes her whole being Blissed out situation even worse.

Not that it does much. It’s becoming apparent that even physical proximity to the drug was enough to screw with your head.

Black begins to creep around the edges of her sight before he hauls her upright again, and once more she’s left gasping and blinking the water and blurriness from her eyes. She looks at him this time, breathing heavily, taking in the sight of his barely restrained frustration and wondering what had happened to the kind, gentle demeanor he’d projected only moments before. She’ll think about it when she’s not drugged to high hell.

Jesus, his eyes were blue. “Your eyes are pretty.” She says breathlessly before her brain can catch up with her mouth.

The stark observation actually catches him off guard, his expression wiped clean of anything but startled bafflement, and she lets out a short, airy laugh at the sight. She’s not sure why it’s so funny, but it is.

When a smile breaks across his face she finds herself mimicking it, thinking to herself: This is my enemy. This is a man that was kidnapping and torturing the residents of Hope County. She should not be smiling at him. “The Cleansing is meant to wash away your sins, Agent, not give you the opportunity to feed mine.”

“I dunno about sins,” she coos in response, a voice in the back of her incredibly foggy head that sounded suspiciously like her perpetually vexed father telling her to shut up and stop poking the bear, “but d’you mind dipping me one more time? I haven’t danced in ages and I’m starting to feel like I’m back at my high school prom.”

He stares at her.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up. “Just with a shittier dance partner that’s also kind of a prick.”

That same edge appears in his eyes, sharper and deadlier and ooh but it actually sends a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold air down her spine. It looks like he’s actually considering it, and she thinks that whether or not he’d actually bring her back up again was a complete toss-up.

His jaw clenches.

Too much poking. She’d spent weeks prodding at the eldest Seed brother while in his caring hands and she hadn’t had any success in provoking something useful for her to latch onto and pry open, but John was proving to be far more mercurial even within the short span she’s known him.

She was beginning to wonder if the natural analytical chops she’s prided herself on were enough to even start unpacking this guy—and she had been confident enough in those skills to have been gunning for the BAU.

Suddenly he leans closer, the intensity of whatever roiling fire underneath his skin that much more visible with his face only inches from hers. She sucks in a startled breath, her wide eyes blinking and transfixed by his.

One of his hands settles along her jaw, thumb brushing the underside of her throat in a caress that’s both intimate and threatening. “You hide your sin behind your wit, and as amusing as I’m sure you find it, I promise you: I will pull that curtain aside and you will confess to me every sin that blackens your spirit.”

A shaky breath leaves her at the feeling of his fingers on the sensitive skin of her neck, unable to come up with some kind of dry quip in response to his words and for once thankful for it. She’s sure by this point that she’s already pushing her luck, and the thought is occurring to her that Jacob wasn’t, in fact, the most dangerous member of the Seed family.

He’s pacified by her silence, leaning away and moving around to her side. His hand on her shoulder slips around her back to the other shoulder, guiding her forward on shaky legs out of the chilly river water; the one that had been on her jaw drifts down to settle flat along the hollow of her throat instead and the warmth that radiates over her cold skin from his touch gives her another phantom shiver.

“God brought you to us for a reason,” He says as he leads her towards one of the vans flanked by two of the cultists, open doors revealing the other captives sitting inside, all soaking wet like her, “and I’m taking it upon myself to help you realize that purpose.”

Isn’t presuming to know the intent of God a sin, pretty boy?

She says nothing as she’s loaded into the van, fighting against the haze of Bliss to fume at the fact that two of four Seed siblings had now deigned to patronize to her like a wayward lamb. She was no lamb, damnit, and her last name proved that. Leonis. Lion.

She would have to save her roaring for later, because between the Bliss and the acute exhaustion she was feeling she finds herself asleep quickly, somewhere on the way to wherever they were all being taken.

#v: far cry 5 #c: quinn leonis #ch: john seed #sh: say yes #f: deliverance

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Worlds Collide-Part 2

Part 1 My Master List

A/N: This story is a Marvel/Supernatural crossover and a collaboration between me and my sister in all the ways that matter @kittenofdoomage. I have been annoying the shit out of her talking about this thing NONSTOP, but she likes me so she’s cool with it.

Ten Months Later

Two weeks had passed since your last case and you were enjoying some downtime with Sam. It was nice to just spend time with him and not have to focus on the next thing that was trying to kill you. The two of you stayed up late sharing stories about your childhoods. Sam told you all about growing up as a hunter, and leaving the life before John’s disappearance and Jess’ death sucked him back in.

You shared the loneliness of spending your life in the foster care system, bouncing from house to house, never fitting in anywhere, and always trying to hide your abilities. Finally when you were fifteen and considered pretty much “unadoptable”, a kindly couple fostered you and were in the process of adopting you. The Bradshaws gave you the kind of stability you had only dreamed of.

Then Mrs. Bradshaw got possessed by a demon and killed Mr. Bradshaw and tried to kill you. Your heart broke when you used your powers and electrocuted her. You hit the road and immediately hooked up with a hunter who explained to you what her black eyes and complete personality change meant. And then your eyes were opened to what was REALLY out there and you began to hunt full time, using your abilities for good instead of giving tiny shocks to the bullies in your foster homes.

The three of you were sitting at the table in the war room playing poker to pass the time and Cas had popped in. He observed in silence for a time, his face unreadable as he obviously tried to pick up the game. “Do you know how to play?” you asked the angel.

He shook his head. “I’ve never had the opportunity.”

You patted the chair next to you. “Come, sit. I’ll teach you, it’s fun. I bet you're a good bluffer. You have a great poker face.”

“Bluffer?”

Dean snorted. “She’s gonna teach you how to lie, Cas.”

The angel looked alarmed. “I don’t think I……” An insistent knocking on the bunkers heavy front door startled everyone and Cas stopped talking. Sam and Dean instantly jumped to their feet, throwing down their cards and pulling their guns from the back of their waistbands. Cas was up out of his seat, angel blade drawn and at the ready.

“Someone’s at the door? Does that ever happen?” you asked tentatively, unsure if anyone else actually knew where this place was.

“We’re off the beaten path. People don’t exactly come here trying to sell us Girl Scout cookies,” Dean replied, eyes never leaving the door, his finger on the trigger of his Colt.

The knocking came again. “Should we answer it?” you said. “If it were something trying to kill us I don’t think they’d knock.”

Sam nodded slowly and you took the lead, walking up the stairs, with Sam and Dean right behind you. Pulling open the heavy door, you were surprised to see a helicopter in the driveway, partially obscured by the two people in front of you. Standing in the doorway was an attractive redheaded woman dressed in all black who looked vaguely familiar. Next to her was a muscular man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

You recognized him instantly even though he wasn’t wearing his trademark red, white and blue suit. Your eyes widened and you pulled back a little, fingers lightly gripping the door.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N?” the woman asked, her voice a husky purr.

“Who wants to know?” Dean snapped, standing behind you, unable to see the visitors with the light filtering in the doorway from outside.

“Dean,” you hushed, not taking your eyes off of the visitors. “Don’t you recognize him?” You stood back, gesturing for them to enter. “Come in, please.” The blond man grinned good-naturedly, stepping inside and offering his hand to Dean, who was struggling to pick his jaw up off of the floor.

“Hi, I’m Steve,” he said. “Steve Rogers. Is this a good time?”

Dean stared at him, unable to process what he was seeing in front of him. “Holy crap, Sammy. It’s Captain-freaking America,” he whispered in awe.

You had invited them into the library to sit and talk. “This is our friend Castiel,” you told them, gesturing in Cas’ direction. Cas was staring intently at the Captain, a perplexed look on his face. “Clearly you know who we are.”

“Agent Romanoff,” the woman replied. “Nat,” she added as she turned to Sam and Dean. “The Winchester brothers. And Cap’s reputation proceeds him as usual.”

“Call me Steve, please,” Captain America said, looking directly at Dean, who was beaming like a tween meeting Justin Bieber.

“Okay, then, Steve. Why are you here? What do you want with us?” Sam asked quietly, distrust evident in his voice. He was standing right behind you, looming over your shoulder like he had to protect you from them.

“Are you a shapeshifter?” Cas asked Cap suddenly.

“Am I a what?” Steve looked really confused and everyone looked at Castiel in concern.

“You are at least 90 years old,” he started to point out, “but you have the appearance of being no more than 30. So, are you a shapeshifter?”

“He’s not a shapeshifter, Cas. I’ll show you the comics later. It’s all good, man,” Dean informed him helpfully and the angel frowned, apparently unsure of the reply.

“How did you know he was 90 years old? That was pretty specific,” Natasha asked, her face a mask of curiosity.

“I am an angel of the Lord. I know many things,” Cas said matter-of-factly before anyone could stop him.

“Excuse me? You think you’re an angel?” Nat said, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Sam held out a placating hand. “Listen, guys. I’m sure you have seen some weird stuff in your line of work. We have too. You came all the way out here to find us, so you must have some intel on us, and know what we do.”

“The monster thing? That’s not really true, is it?” Cap questioned intently, his eyes on you.

“Every freaking word. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and all that scary shit that gave you nightmares as a kid, it’s all real,” you told them with a sigh.

“And demons, and angels and God. All Real. We were just as shocked to find out aliens were real. We’ve never run into them before,” Dean said honestly.

“Wow. Tony’s gonna have a fit when he hears all this,” Nat said to Cap.

Sam perked up at that. “Tony Stark?”

“I need to show you something.” Nat pulled out a small Ipad and set a video to play. It was from the town in Texas where they had fought the vampires. There had been a big showdown with the surviving six in an abandoned grocery store in town where they were holed up. The video that played clearly showed Y/N using her powers and pulling lightening in and blowing out the front windows so they could storm the building. Nat stopped the video.

“We also have footage of the four of you from other places around the country. It caught Tony’s attention. He wants to meet you and your friends,” Cap said quietly.

“Someone filmed me using my powers?” you said nervously. “Who took this video? I’m so careful...”

“Tony Stark wants to meet us? Why?” Sam asked excitedly, calming a little when you glared at him. The opportunity to meet the famous Tony Stark would usually give you a little booster but knowing people had filmed you? Seen you use your powers? It just made you worried about the entire situation.

“He hasn’t given us any of that information,” Steve explained. “He just asked us to fly out and invite you back to Avengers Tower. Said he’d come himself but…”

Nat smirked, folding her arms across her chest. “Steve’s better at this.”

“Avengers Tower! In New York?” The laughter bubbling in your chest caught you by surprise at the thought of anyone wanted to meet you. There were plenty other special people out there, right? “You don’t expect us to come on that helicopter of yours, do you?” You pointed at the elder Winchester. “Dean doesn’t fly.”

Dean looked mortified, shaking his head furiously. “Hell, no. Can I drive there?”

“So are you all willing to come?” Nat asked. You looked at Sam, and he nodded.

“Cas?” you asked the angel, wanting at least a little backup. Okay, they were the Avengers, the good guys but all too often you’d seen good guys go bad when they didn’t understand something.

“I will go of course,” he replied and you smiled, nodding in relief before turning to the most anxious member of the small group. Dean was already at the point of sweating over the helicopter.

“Dean?” you asked softly.

“As long as I don’t have to fly,” he pointed at you, “I’m in.”

“What about you, babe? I know you’re not keen on showing people what you can do, so it’s your call.” Sam was smiling when he said this, and you knew he would go along with whatever you wanted.

You held your hands out, grinning to cover up your nerves. “How can I say no to Tony Stark?”

“So it really would be easier if we flew. The ‘copter is much faster than a regular plane. It will have us to New York in an hour and a half, tops. Tony always seems to know everything about everyone, Dean, so he had Dr. Banner made a hypospray that will put you to sleep for out the duration of the flight,” Steve told them, watching Dean for his reaction and he frowned, clearly uncomfortable with leaving his Baby behind.

“That’s a good idea. Do you really want to bring the Impala to New York City where she could get damaged or stolen?” Sam asked his brother, injecting concern into his voice as he placed one hand on Dean’s shoulder and the elder Winchester sighed.

The best way to motivate Dean was to threaten his Baby with bodily harm. “Fine. Let’s do that then.”

“Okay, everyone. You have ten minutes to pack what you need. Then we move out,” Steve ordered in an authoritative voice but there was still a smile on his face and everyone jumped to comply.

As Dean and Sam walked you down the hall to your room, Dean’s face lit up with excitement. “Man, Cap is so cool. And Iron Man? This is going to be awesome!” He disappeared into his room and you looked up at Sam, wishing his hopeful grin would make you feel better.

“It is going to be awesome,” he reassured you, parroting Dean’s words softly. “We’re with you. The whole way.”

Part 3

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hellofromthe-otter-slide · 6 years

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Supergirl Revealed

Alright everyone! Here’s the next one in my Sam the Cotton Candy Ram series for Supercorp. It’s a little angsty with a happy ending and an adorable Emilia Danvers-Luthor finding out her mom is Supergirl.

Read it on AO3

The news played quietly as Lena worked at her desk, more background noise than anything else. She was waiting for the stocks to come up, curious who went down and who went up, as she answered emails and looked over her appointments for the next day.

Suddenly, Jess pushed through the door, breathing hard, “Mrs. Luthor, you need to turn up the new?”

“Jess, what’s going on?”

Jess came over to Lena’s desk and grabbed for Lena’s remote, turning the volume up.

“-to fight off the latest alien threat in National City,” the reported said calmly, “Cameras caught Supergirl attempting to contain a hostile alien around Eighth and Roswell, and the fight seemed usual. Supergirl was close to winning before the alien pulled out what appeared to be some type of gun laced with Kryptonite-”

The news no longer showed the reporter. Instead, they were showing footage of Supergirl being shot and falling from the sky, the Kryptonite pulsing into her system in angry green veins. The reporter’s voice talked over the soundless footage, warning citizens to stay away from the area and stay inside.

Lena was frozen in her seat. This wasn’t the first time she saw Kara fall in battle, and it wasn’t the first time she had learned about it on the news. The images of Kara lying in rubble after her fight with Reign were burned into Lena’s memory.

But now Kara, her Kara, was being shot out of the sky, possibly already dead, and Lena didn’t know what to do.

“Mrs. Luthor?” Jess walked over to her slowly.

“I have to go,” Lena pushed up from her desk in a rush, grabbing her purse and her keys, remembering to grab her phone at the last minute, “Jess, can you-?”

“Cancel your meeting for the rest of the week?” Jess asked, but it was rhetorical. At this point, Jess knew that Lena wouldn’t be in until Supergirl was better, “Of course, Mrs. Luthor.”

Lena smiled, happy to have someone as competent as Jess, and then rushed out of the office, tapping her heels impatiently in the elevator before running to her car. Halfway to the DEO, Alex called her.

“The bullet didn’t hit anything vital,” Alex started immediately explaining, “It looks like the Kryptonite is spreading though, so we’re rushing her into surgery now. I’m hoping that by removing the bullet, the Kryptonite will just flush out of her system.”

“Who even was that?”

Alex sighed, “I don’t know. We have no idea who he is or how he could’ve gotten any Kryptonite for that bullet.”

Lena thought over everyone who had Kryptonite and anyone who would want to harm a Super. The latter list is long, filled with aliens and criminals and even a few members of Lena’s family. The former is small, though, with the amount of existing Kryptonite fairly low and only two people who had figured out how to successfully make it.

With Lena being one of them, the only other option was Lex, and she didn’t think her brother would ever willingly give away his formula, though she couldn’t be sure.

“Okay,” Lena pulled into the underground parking area for the DEO, “I’m here, so I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m going into surgery now.”

Alex hung up, and Lena rushed out of her car, barely pausing as she flashed her credentials to the agent at the desk before running to the medical ward.

The surgery room had a window, and Lena watched as Alex and other DEO medical agents worked over Kara, cutting into her and removing the glowing bullet from Kara’s shoulder.

Lena didn’t know how long she had been standing at the window, hand pressed up against the glass before she heard someone else enter the hallway. She tore her eyes from Kara to see Maggie holding Emilia’s hand, her daughter’s other hand clutching a book to her chest.

In all the chaos of watching Kara fall and making it to the DEO, Lena didn’t think to send someone else to pick Emilia up from school.

“Don’t worry,” Maggie said before Lena could start apologizing, “Winn figured you would have other things on your mind, so he called the school to let them know that I would be picking Emilia up today and to tell her afterschool art teacher that she wouldn’t be there today.”

“Thank you,” Lena breathed out, feeling tears welling up at the sight of her daughter and having to tell her about Kara’s secret identity.

This wasn’t how they planned it. Kara and Lena had talked about it a lot, especially recently, and they decided they were going to sit down together, and they would tell Emilia that Kara was Supergirl over Emilia’s favorite dinner.

“Come here, darling.”

Emilia pulled her hand out of Maggie’s and rushed over to a crouched Lena, dropping her book to the floor and throwing her arms around Lena’s neck.

“Mommy, what’s going on?” Emilia asked, her voice wavering with how upset she was, “Aunt Maggie came to pick me up, and Uncle Winn looked upset when I said hi to him and everything here seems so quiet, and it’s never quiet here.”

Lena started running a hand over Emilia’s hair, “You’re okay, love. Everything is going to be okay.” Lena kept saying that as Emilia started crying, the stress of not knowing catching up to her.

Lena looked up at Maggie, and Maggie was looking through the window with a frown. Lena desperately wanted to see what was going on, but she had to think of Emilia first right now knowing that Alex wouldn’t let anything happen to Kara.

She doesn’t let the thought cross her mind that there may be nothing that Alex can do.

Lena stands, picking up Emilia as well, and Emilia clutches onto her for dear life. Lena is careful to hold Emilia facing away from the window so that she couldn’t see Kara unconscious and mid-surgery.

“Come on, love,” Lena whispered, “Let’s go find somewhere quiet, okay?”

Emilia nodded against Lena’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Lena kisses the side of Emilia’s head, then turns to Maggie, “Text me updates.”

“Of course, Little Luthor,” Maggie smiled sadly as she ran her fingers through Emilia’s hair once, “I got her.”

Lena started walking away before making a last-minute decision. She turned back to Maggie and asked, “Can you get Winn or someone to go to our apartment and get a few things? I’m sure Emilia wants Sam, and we don’t let her take him to school.”

Maggie pulled out her phone, “Anything else?”

Lena looked down at her clothes and then at Emilia’s school uniform, “Something comfortable to change into?”

Maggie nodded, typing on her phone as Lena made for an empty room down the hall.

The room was dark and quiet, the only noise being a quiet buzzing from the computer in the corner and an overhead projector.

Lena sat Emilia down in one of the chairs, and Emilia wiped at her tears, her face red and blotchy and eyes bloodshot from crying.

“It’s okay, darling,” Lena said softly, wiping away a few of the tears Emilia missed, “Everything is going to be okay.”

“Where’s Mama?” Emilia choked out.

Lena sighed, knowing that now was the time that she had to tell her daughter, and she was hoping Kara would be here with her when they told her, but now she’s all alone while Kara is fighting for her life.

“Mama can’t be here right now, love,” Lena said, pushing some hair off of Emilia’s face.

“Why not?”

I don’t know how to do this, Lena thought, I don’t even know where to start.

“You know how sometimes Uncle Winn and Uncle James watch you after something happens to Supergirl, and when Mama and I get home, Mama seems like she’s hurt?” Emilia nodded, “I read her stories to make her feel better.”

Lena smiled sadly, fixing Emilia’s small school tie, “Mama was hurt today, so Aunt Alex is trying to make her better.”

“Was she helping Supergirl?”

Lena took a deep breath before bluntly saying, “She is Supergirl.”

Emilia’s eyes went wide before she said, “Mama is Supergirl?”

Lena breathed out a laugh, “Yes, love. Mama has been Supergirl for a while now.”

Emilia nodded, “I guess that makes sense.”

“It does?”

“With Mama being hurt at the same time Supergirl is,” Emilia said thoughtfully, “And Mama moves a little too quickly sometimes. Oh!” Emilia bounced a bit in her chair, her stress from earlier momentarily forgotten, “And she can always find me when we’re playing Hide-n-Seek no matter how good my hiding place is.”

Lena smiled at her eight-year-old daughter finally putting all the pieces together. “This is an important secret, Em. You can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I know,” Emilia said softly. She then leaned in and whispered, “Aunt Alex knows, right?”

Lena nodded, “And Aunt Maggie, and any of our family.”

“Even Uncle Winn?”

Lena smiled, “Even Uncle Winn.”

Emilia seemed to realize something then, “Does that mean that Mama is hurt?”

Lena’s smile fell at the thought of Kara in surgery, and Maggie must not have had any updates because her phone hadn’t gone off.

“Yes, baby,” Lena had to hold down her own tears, “Mama was hurt fighting an alien today, and he used Kryptonite.”

“That’s cheating,” Emilia said, starting to get upset again.

“It is.”

Lena could see new tears welling up in Emilia’s eyes, “Is Mama going to be okay?”

Lena opened her arms, and Emilia collapsed into her, holding onto Lena tightly.

“Mama is going to be fine,” Lena said, for Emilia as well as herself, “Aunt Alex won’t let anything happen to her, and she’ll be hurt for a little bit, but she’ll get better.” Lena couldn’t help that a few of her own tears escaping.

That’s how Winn found them a few minutes later. He opened the door, Sam under one arm and a bag of clothes in the other. He smiled at Lena, setting everything on the table before closing the door behind him softly.

“Alright, love,” Lena ran a few fingers through Emilia’s now-tangled hair, “Let’s get you changed out of your uniform so we can go see Mama, okay?”

~*~

It was another two hours before Alex and the rest of the agents were done removing small pieces of the bullet so that Kara’s body could flush out the Kryptonite.

After Lena’s put Emilia into some comfy pajamas and changed into some sweats and an old MIT shirt, Lena took Emilia back to the window. Emilia wasn’t tall enough to look in, and that comforted Lena, because she didn’t want Emilia to see Kara opened up and bloody.

The two sat on the bench across the way, Emilia in Lena’s lap with one hand on Sam, running over his spiraled fur for comfort. Lena distracted Emilia by talking about her day, asking what she learned in science and what homework she had to finish.

Eventually, Emilia got bored with talking, and she grabbed her book that Maggie picked up for her and continued reading, Sam sat close beside her.

Finally, Alex left the surgery room looking exhausted and emotional, but she smiled when Emilia got up and immediately ran to her.

Emilia wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist and asked, “Is Mama okay?” Lena wasn’t far behind her daughter, looking at Alex with worry.

“She’s going to be fine,” Alex told them, and Lena smiled with relief, “The Kryptonite isn’t fully out of her system, but it should only take a few days for it to flush out. She’s going to need to rest for at least a week, but she’s going to be okay.”

They moved Kara into one of the recovery rooms, and Lena pulled her chair close to the bed, holding onto her Kara’s hand tightly. Emilia climbed into Lena’s lap and put Sam beside Kara on the bed, claiming that, “He makes me feel better, Mommy, so he’s gonna make Mama feel better too,” before opening her book and reading to an unconscious Kara.

It wasn’t long before Kara’s hand twitched in Lena’s grip and her eyes were fluttering open.

“Lee?” Kara’s voice was quiet and scratchy.

“I’m here,” Lena intertwined their fingers and rubbed her thumb over Kara’s knuckles.

“I’m here too, Mama,” Emilia closed her book and moved to get into bed with Kara, but Lena stopped her.

Kara’s eyes opened more, and she smiled at Emilia halfway on the bed, “Well, hello, sweets.”

“Hi, Mama,” Emilia moved Sam to Kara’s other side so she could seem her mom better, “Or should I say, Supergirl.” Emilia said the last part dramatically, and Lena snorted as she kept an arm around Emilia’s waist to keep Emilia in her lap.

Kara smiled too, weak and groggy, “So, you found me out?”

“Yup,” Emilia popped the consonant with a sharp nod, “Mommy totally didn’t even have to tell me.”

Kara looked at Lena and she smiled wider, her eyes becoming a little clearer, “Our daughter is a genius.”

“So I’ve noticed,” Lena smiled too, happy to joke now that Kara is awake and alive, smiling at her and slowing coming back to herself.

Emilia struggled against Lena’s arm before turning around and saying, “Mommy, I want to go lay with Mama.”

“You can’t, darling. You might accidentally hurt Mama, even if you’re careful.”

Emilia started pouting then, eyes wide and bottom lip out, and then she turned it on Kara, knowing it was best to hit both moms for best results.

“I’ll be fine, Lee,” Kara said, giving in quickly, “We’ll be careful, right, little one?”

“I’ll be careful!” Emilia said excitedly with a smile, and she climbed into bed with Kara, moving slowly and avoiding the bandages wrapped around Kara’s shoulder where the bullet hit her. Emilia made herself comfortable curled up into Kara’s uninjured side, and Lena only had to let go of Kara’s hand for as long as it took for Kara to wrap her arm around Emilia to pull her closer.

Lena could see that Kara started to regain some of her strength as she asked about Emilia’s day, but every now and then, Kara would move just slightly and wince, and Lena could still see some of the green veins of Kryptonite creeping out from underneath the bandage.

Emilia fell asleep mid-story, curling up even more against Kara. Lena looked around the room and found a spare blanket, getting up to wrap it around Emilia to keep her warm. “She had a rough day, didn’t she?” Kara asked, pressing a kiss to Emilia’s forehead.

“Maggie picked her up from school and she was so confused why everyone was so sad,” Lena explained, grabbing Kara’s hand again, refusing to let go, “She started crying because she didn’t know what was happening.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara said quietly, “It was just a normal mission. Detain the rogue alien, but then he pulled out a gun and I laughed. I mean, I’m bulletproof, but then he shot me, and the bullet didn’t bounce off.”

Lena moved closer to the bed so she could move some of Kara’s blonde hair out of her face, “It’s okay. That’s life married to a superhero. I was just so worried and telling Emilia alone didn’t help.”

“I know,” Kara smiled sadly at Lena, “We had a plan.”

“We’ve planned a lot of things that have gone wrong,” Lena said with a quiet laugh, “My proposal, our wedding. This is just another one that makes life interesting.”

Kara’s smiled softened, “How did you tell her?”

“Honestly? I just sort of blurted it out.”

Kara laughed, and Emilia stirred before tightening her hand in Kara’s DEO shirt. “That’s one way to improvise.”

“I didn’t know what to do, okay?”

Kara was still laughing as she asked, “She took it well though?”

“Of course. I got a list of reasons why she should’ve realized it before.”

Kara looked down at Emilia with a smile and warmth, “She really is a smart kid.”

Lena used the hand that wasn’t holding Kara’s to run over Emilia’s back gently, “She really is,” Lena smiled before remembering one of the reasons, “You won’t be able to cheat during Hide-n-Seek anymore though.”

Kara snorted, “Was that one of her reasons?”

“You always find her, even if her hiding spots are really good.”

Kara’s smile was starting to become sleepy, “I’ll have to find her the old-fashioned way then, I guess.”

“I think you’ll manage,” Lena whispered, getting up and leaning over Emilia to give Kara a soft kiss, “Go to sleep, darling. You need your rest.”

“Okay,” Kara’s eyes fluttered closed, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lena sat back and ran her thumb over Kara’s knuckles, “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

Kara fell asleep quickly, and Lena sat in the medical ward, holding Kara’s hand and continuing to run the other over Emilia’s back. Now that Kara and Emilia were asleep, the ward was quiet, only the beeps and hums of the equipment making any noise.

Lena could only think about how relieved she is that Kara was okay, that she was going to get better. This wasn’t the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last, but Lena can only hope that Kara would always be okay, that Kara would always come back to her and Emilia.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kid!fic #sam the cotton candy ram #emilia danvers-luthor #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #slight winn schott #mentions of jimmy olsen #supergirl reveal

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lycanresistance · 6 years

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Aarmau Isn't That Great - A Deconstructive Analysis On Aaron And Aphmau’s Relationship.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I’m NOT trying to say “Aarmau is bad, so you should ship Garmau/Laurmau/Zanemau/etc.!” I personally don't care for those ships at all. This is specifically about how Aaron deserves better. Also, I’m NOT trying to say Jess and Jason’s relationship is unhealthy -- I think they're extremely good for each other. I'm talking about the fictional characters Aaron and Aphmau, who while being based on them, are separate entities from those real people. Please keep that in mind.

Also, if you're going to reply “I can ship whatever I want!!! Don't attack me!!! No ship hate!!!” right now just don't. Being critical of media is in no way hating on it and if you think a criticism backed with canon evidence is hate, then please go outside.

Anyways, warnings for discussion of child abuse/neglect under the cut.

So, to start this off, I'm going to state something that is both canon and important to this particular meta: Aaron was abused by his parents, Derek and Rachel Lycan (more by Derek, but I'm not excusing her actions either). It's canon and displayed in several episodes, particularly Heartbreak in PDH S2, the entirety of his appearances in Falcon Claw University, Lover’s Lane, and in the flashbacks in Emerald Secret. This is touched on a lot of Aaron’s aphmau wikia page if you want to read up on it.

In Falcon Claw University, Aaron is being kept in isolation and treating as a monster by Derek and the people Derek has hired to keep Aaron away from people. This causes this exchange between them in FCU EP.1, “Meeting In Person”:

Aaron: I can't say.

Aphmau: Huh?

Aaron: I can't say why I've been gone for two years without saying a word. It's a private matter and it's hard to bring up. I can't tell you if I’ve changed as a person, because I don't even know myself as it stands. But what I do know is that I want to be your friend so bad. I really did miss you, and I hope you can understand.

Aphmau: Can I ask, if you ever get the courage to tell me… would you?

Aaron: Yes. I would.

This conversation is very sweet at first glance until you realize that it never actually paid off. Roughly ten years pass from this conversation to current day and Aaron never told Aph about how Derek treated him and never told him he was an Ultima until outed by Ein. While we don't know why for certain, it can definitely be read as Aph dismissing his feelings often. For example, in EP.2 of the Mystreet Holiday Special, “Aaron’s Dad,” when Aphmau invited his family over without telling him they have a conversation at the beginning:

Aaron: My dad… [sighs.] I haven't seen or talked to him in such a long time. I don't know what to prepare you for.

Aphmau: Hey, Aaron… however your dad is, I’m sure he's fine. Besides, it's the holidays! Holiday magic is sure to make him at least somewhat pleasant.

Aaron: It's sweet of you to think that way, but --

Aphmau: Upupup! Holiday magic. Now, let's get back downstairs before your mom and my mom kill each other!

Aaron: But --

Aphmau: Holiday magic, Aaron. Holiday magic!

[Aphmau leaves, leaving Aaron behind.]

She continues to dismiss his feelings regarding his family in EP.24 of Mystreet S3: Lover’s Lane, “The Break-Up”:

Aphmau: Thanks, Aaron. We'll spend more time tomorrow. I promise.

[Flashback.]

Rachel: We'll spend more time tomorrow, Aaron. I promise.

[End of Flashback]

Aaron: (to himself) Why can't I get myself to tell her about these memories? How I'm feeling... I just want to support her and see her happy. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

So here we're drawing parallels between Rachel (Aaron’s mom) and Aphmau. Not the best comparison for Aaron, considering how (as shown in later episodes of Lover's Lane), Rachel continuously manipulates him:

Rachel: I'm so proud of you for coming back home.

Aaron: It wasn't an easy choice to make.

Rachel: Nor was it an easy choice for us to take time off last week, but we wanted to be with you and Melissa.

Aaron: I have to admit, I was skeptical about coming back home.

Rachel: As were we. I mean, the thought of you running off again? Why, it would just your father and mine's heart.

TL;DR of the Lover’s Lane finale just in case you forgot (or didn't watch, in which case, you should, cause it's a good finale): Rachel steals Aaron’s phone to try to keep him from getting back in touch with Aph or his friends. Aaron finds out, and, realizing that his parents haven't changed and goes back home.

After this, Aaron seems to be moving on from his parent’s influence. For example, take what he says in Aaron’s Ticket (the season 4 prequel) EP.1:

Derek: I'll pay you a lot for this!

Aaron: ...Normally, I wouldn't listen to you, but…

Aaron only takes the job because he needs the money. This shows that he is no longer putting up with how his parents treat him.

But now, he's on vacation with them in Starlight. Post-Emerald Secret they got what they wanted back in Lover’s Lane: to force Aaron back into their life. Most likely because of Emerald Secret EP.17, where Aphmau and Derek have a heart to heart of sorts where Derek realizes 30 years too late he ruined his son’s life and makes a half assed apology while Aphmau cries, and the Derek (and by extension, Rachel) decide that everything is now good and they can go back to being one big happy nuclear family.

Narratively, it's just bad writing, but I love Jess, so I’m going to ignore that and take it literally. Meaning: Aaron, in all of his of being with Aphmau, never, ever worked up the courage to actually tell her about his parents - even post Lover’s Lane.

Now, there is a just as likely alternative that he has told her and, like in the holiday special, she ignored him, but if that's the case that would mean she's a hypocrite who, despite saying she does, fundamentally doesn't care about her fiancé’s well being or mental health. I'm going to analyze the first one instead, because if it's the second one she's a terrible person and I like to think she's simply flawed.

Now you might be saying, “But him not telling her isn't a personal thing! He just doesn't have the courage to talk about it with anyone!” Wrong, because he does discuss it with someone - in Her Wish EP.3:

Renee: How long have you been cooking?

Aaron: Uh...since I was young. My parents weren't always around, so I learned to cook my favourite things on my own.

Renee: Why weren't your parents around?

Aaron: They, uh…

Renee: Did they die when you were young?

Aaron: No! No, they were always working. They weren't always around when I needed help.

Let this sink in for a minute: we get more of Aaron opening up about his trauma to the (supposed) teenage cousin of his fiancée than his *actual fiancée.* Kind of messed up. He also confides in Jenny more than he ever does in Aphmau - take for instance FCU EP.17:

Jenny: What do you want out of life, Aaron?

Aaron: ...I want… a family.

Jenny: Huh?

Aaron: It's just… yeah. Some people want riches and fame, and there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone wants different things. But for me, I've always wanted a family of my own. You know, someone and little ones to love and care for… better than those who cared for me. …Sorry, went off on a tangent there.

Also, lets not forget that in Emerald Secret EP.10 Aphmau openly admits she'd rather have him harmed than have another woman be near him:

Aphmau: What's going on?

Tatiana: We need him to wake up!

Aphmau: Why? What's wrong?

Tatiana: Our alpha is coming. If he finds him here, he'll hurt him!

Aphmau: Huh? What?

Tatiana: [Embracing Aaron]. Wake up! Please!

Aphmau: What are you doing to him?

Tatiana: He needs more of my body heat!

Aphmau: Oh no he doesn't! Hey! Let go of him!

Aaron: [Waking up] Ah, Aph, you feel so… warm… huh? [Notices Tatiana and jumps] Woah! What the-- who are you?

Aphmau: “You're so warm.” What was that supposed to mean?

Aaron: Aph! You're here!

Aphmau: Of course I am. Remember?

He almost died, chill the hell out. Then there proceeds to be a misunderstanding where Tatiana says things that Aphmau implies to mean he has some sort of romantic affair with him in the forest, despite Aaron’s protests, and throws a rock at his head. Real solid, healthy relationship here.

Let's contrast this example: when Aaron has picture proof of Aph cheating in Lover’s Lane (even though she didn't) he thinks rationally about the situation and firmly believes that Aph wouldn't do that to him since they love each other.

When Aphmau is presented with a couple vague statements that could be taken as Aaron cheating, she throws a rock at Aaron’s head immediately despite him verbally protesting. It's played off as comedy, but seriously, it's absurd. It's also worth noting that Lover’s Lane was a comedy focused series and Emerald Secret wasn't.

Anyways, that's all my main points. I have some other minor ones but they aren't quite worth listing. Feel free to reply or shoot me an ask if you have anything to ask/any questions! Unless it's to say “I don't care I ship aarmau anyways,” in which case, don't.

#i hope this is coherent lol #aphmau #mystreet #aaron lycan #my analysis #my post

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