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towl · 1 year
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Rin & Sesshomaru ♡ Hanyo no Yashahime, Ch.15
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alienside · 1 month
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orpheus but he's sisyphus
Ovid’s The Story of Orpheus and Eurydice (tr. Rolfe Humphries) / Spirited Away dir. Hayao Miyazaki / @mag200 / Jenny Diski, “Housewife” / Franz Wright, God's Silence / Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log” / Jon Ware, I am in Eskew / Kazimierz Wierzyński, “A Word of Orphists” (tr. Czeslaw Milosz) / @prisonhannibal / Aeschylus, The Oresteia / Ocean Vuong, Eurydice
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image 1: a quote from Ovid that reads: "And Orpheus received her, but one term was set: he must not, till he passed Avernus, turn back his gaze, or the gift would be in vain."
image 2: excerpt from the script of the film Spirited Away that reads: "Haku: But I can't go any farther. Just go back the way you came, you'll be fine. [highlighted] But you have to promise not to look back, not until you've passed through the tunnel."
image 3: a drawing, labeled in all-caps handwriting "a venn diagram of love vs. grief:". the drawing is a single circle.
image 4: an excerpt, highlighted and italicized, from Jenny Diski that reads: "People don't understand about repetition, do they? How it is at the heart (thump, thump, thump) of obsession; at the erotic centre (drip, drip, drip) of desire. You do, of course. Repetition is insatiability spelt sideways."
image 5: a quote from Franz Wright reading, "And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?"
image 6: a quote from Adrianne Kalfopoulou in red text, reading, "Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there"
image 7: an excerpt from Jon Ware that reads, "Here's my question. If the ghost wants nothing more than to be witnessed, why would it appear behind you, not in front of you? The only answer I can think of is this: [underlined] it appears behind you because it already knows, to an absolute certainty, that you will have no choice but to look back."
image 8: a quote from Kazimierz Wierzyński that reads: "I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that [highlighted] love is a constant terror of loss."
image 9: a screenshot of a tumblr ask from an anonymous user who says, "What's the point?" user prisonhannibal responds, "of what? it's love though".
image 10: two lines from aeschylus reading, "Orestes: This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning."
image 11: an excerpt from Ocean Vuong that reads, "Your absence has gone through me // Like thread through a needle. / Everything I do is stitched with its color."
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multiversesweets · 8 months
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Sweet Like Cinnamon, pt. 4
summary — charles had done his best to keep you away from f1 and everything that had to do with motorsport. It's time you break his golden rule and give him something to really stress about.
pairings — charles leclerc x beautyqueen!leclerc!reader, F1 grid x leclerc!reader
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gossf1poutlet lewis hamilton was photographed upon his arrival at port hercule, seeming to don his least flashy clothes with a cap in a failed effort to keep anonymous; we speculate he's trying to keep a low profile to avoid unwanted press as y/n leclerc arrived only moments before him.
username isn't monaco a teeny tiny place? maybe they are in the same place... at the same time... because hear me out, coincidence?
username SINCE WHEN DID THEY MEET IF TRUE?
username say what you want but y/n keeps pulling🥰✨️
username they're clearly fucking
username foul mouthed btch!!
username STOP Y/N IS FOR THE GIRLIES!
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gossf1poutlet the verdict is out; lewis hamilton and y/n leclerc DID spend their day together. sources present at the scene claim the formula one driver and monégasque beauty queen seem to be cozy and 'extremely' friendly towards eachother. hamilton was even beating the stylists into handing y/n the robe to cover herself aswell as making sure she was properly looked after during the shoot. the source, gushes, "he seem to speak to her in a very gentle way, constantly asking her if there was anything she needed? if she felt okay? you'd think he was the producer with the way he acts." adding, "i thought he would have some airs about him, but he seemed purely enthusiastic and very much besotted."
in a ambigously worded instagram story, lewis was quoted claiming, "a day for the books; monaco truly has the best view i've ever laid my eyes upon." which led many to believe, he was pertaining to the monégasque beauty. does this mean both of them are officially off the market?
username the scream i just scrumpt, knowing i will never even have a chance with neither of them😭😭😭
username PLEASE WHY IS HE SUCH A FUCKING GENTLEMAN
username calling charles rn
username lando fight back!!!
username EXCUSE ME?? LEWIS?? BESOTTED??? LET ME GO CRY
username they're both too fucking beautiful
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reodashi · 7 months
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How Class 1-A texts
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M.list
Warnings - Mentions of spicy scams in one part.
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Midoriya - no caps, its not even on purpose. he just forgets to, and this slightly triggers some of his friends.
Iida - Very proper, and doesn't text naturally. He more so gives updates. Like...
'I have just gone on a nice run, the sun is very bright today.'
Bakugo - Many would think he'd be all caps and aggressive... But no. Why would he waste time on the extras? So he often respond with 'K' 'No' 'Yes' or leaves them as read. Depending on the person, he will occasionally threaten them.
Todoroki - Texts normally, but if he's feeling fun he'll add the basic 🙂or🙁 emoji. He does have a habit of leaving people on read... But he means well.
Uraraka - She's 50/50 she'll either text normally, and spell everything correct. Or misspell tons of words on purpose with so many emojis💕❤️🎂😜😝🎉. She also reacts to everyone's texts.
Kirishima - Hypes everyone up, he rarely even talks about himself. He just tries to help everyone else out.
'Bakubro, don't be hard on yourself! You're so manly!'
Denki - He has a meme reaction for every situation. Dad died? Squidward is here, no cookies left? Homer Simpson appeared, ran out of toilet paper? Rupaul just popped up.
Mina - ALL CAPS BECAUSE SHE IS SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO BE TALKING WITH HER PALS AND SHE HAS SO MANY FUN STORIES TO TELL, ALSO LOTS OF EMOJIS! 💕🎉💖💕💖💕💖😜💋🦅
Sero - Sends meme reactions, but not as much as Denki. And he weirdly feels bad for unused emojis so he'll send out weird ones.
'Going to 7/11 want anything? 🍽️🍡💴'
Jiro - Doesn't talk much, she keeps it short and simple. She prefers talking through snapchat feeds or in person.
Momo - Starts all of the most used groupchats, but oddly enough rarely talks in them. She's busy, but she'll answer if someone needs help with studying or something.
Tokoyami - Quotes from his favorite movies or books a lot, tries to give advice even if it isn't the best advice. He likes to use 💀 emoji a lot.
Tsu - Sneaky, she takes screenshots of shady moments or makes private group chats to exclude the boys from. She's all for the girlies💅
Ojiro - Just watches the chaos unfold, sometimes comments on Tokoyami's quotes, saying he knows where it's from.
Sato - Sends yummy recipes he learned for people to try out, shares photos of beautiful sunsets, nice dinners, and wholesome quotes he found. Overall wholesome texter.
Aoyama - Takes selfies of himself, and sends them randomly. Like in a middle of a discussion over homework, he just sends a selfie of himself he thought was cute.
Hagakure - Starts heated debates, she nearly made the whole group chat become deleted after she asked if pineapple belongs on pizza. She likes to stir the pot, she makes sure to add a topic that triggers either Bakugo or Aoyama since they get the most heated.
Shoji - Gets brought into conversations a lot, gets hyped up by people randomly. And even started a small meme amongst the group that he was unaware of, he rarely texts in the group chat but everyone always wants him to join.
Koda - Sends game links in the chat just so he could get free gems in the game he's playing due to sharing the link. He also likes to use pet emojis, and share cute photos of his bunny.
Mineta - Was banned several times in the chat, by numerous people. Has to be told multiple times not to fall for p*rn scam ads, also sends game links for free gems.
"What do you guys mean, Anna isn't in my area?"
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maximovaromanova · 1 year
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𝙂𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 ~ 𝘕.𝘙 [1]
[This is part ONE of my two-part series, Gullible Darling.]
Part 2
You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work elsewhere.
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Okay. OKAY. So, like... I've just realised that after reclaiming this account I haven't done a SINGLE Natasha fic which is just unacceptable so here goes.
Warnings: COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ANGST (mild cussing)
Kinda long, will *only* be a two-part, okay? I've already got TOSOP with multiple parts
So sorry about the GIF's quality! [It's meant to be tabloids and stuff, I know it sucks, but please bear with me]
Thank you for reading, and feel free to comment!!
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Zoning out wasn't something Natasha liked about herself, but she did it often. Like right now. She was zoning out now. Oh, wait! She's zoning out now.
"Agent Romanoff, do you have anything to add?"
She didn't make any sudden jolt-like movements that people usually do in the movies, she just felt like everything was pushing her towards reality, and she was wading through a pond, towards the voices that were beckoning to her.
She leaned over to the mic. "I think Cap said it all."
Collective nods, followed by murmurs of agreement from the crowd.
"Are there any more questions?"
"Yes, I have one."
From somewhere in the crowd, a voice surfaced, probably battling its way through the hordes of people's chattering. From where Natasha was - the panel on the stage - the chattering sounded like a light buzz, but it most definitely was louder when in the crowd itself.
"Could you come on up to the front?"
"Yes, hi, my question is for Natasha Romanoff."
No. No, no, no. Not you, not now .
The dread she felt could not overpower the slight smile she felt creeping up on her, unannounced and inexplicable.
She'd always wondered what it would be like to see you again. Maybe you'd run up and hug her, and she'd let her heart open to you again, or maybe she'd hug you. You'd be happy, both of you.
Reality made it painfully clear that all you both had was idiotic, serious contempt, for each other. Sprinkle in some unsaid words, and you've got yourself awkwardness and incredible volatility on both ends.
Something must have sparked your fuse, today.
"Miss- sorry, Agent - Romanoff, how do you respond to the allegations that you have promised to , quote unquote: "Wage wars for the people you love?" Don't you think this is incredibly dangerous to have said, even as a joke, while being in such a critical position, that is, on the Avengers team?"
At that moment, microphones were turned on, pens were being clicked so that the journalists could scribble the question and reply immediately, and heads turned to Natasha's direction.
The people towards her left on the panel all glanced over at her, questioningly. They were used to rumours about them, but Natasha, well... no one had even heard of her before the Avengers initiative, and that was how she liked it. She'd never expected for this to happen, no, not in a million years.
But then again, maybe she had. Maybe a small part of her wanted you to come back, to call her out, just so she could see you again. Arguably, though, that part was getting smaller and smaller every second that passed with people watching her face meticulously for a reaction, for even a twitch . She still hadn't even gotten around to looking at you, yet.
She opened her mouth, and, expectedly, nothing came out.
"Uh-- Where did you hear such allegations?"
Yes, Tony, keep talking, asking questions, so that that clock behind the panel strikes four and Natasha can leave.
"My source stated that they wanted to remain anonymous. But they did say, for context, that they were an ex-partner of Miss Romanoff's."
Tony, to her dismay, did not continue talking. The hall looked to her, and she felt something she'd never felt before. Trepidation. How would she even fix this?
"Ah, well... allegations are just allegations, and if there was hard evidence of me saying these things, I would perhaps address it. For now, I feel no need to."
The slightest sprinkle of a smile on the corner of your lips. "No further questions."
She nodded, along with the other Avengers on the panel next to her, and stood up after no one else raised their hand and said: 'I have a question.'
"Alright, thank you, this press meet is officially over."
"Friend of yours?", whispered Fury.
"Something like that."
The press filed out of the room, and Cap and the others were led out of another door right behind the panel. Fury grabbed her by the elbow, dragging her next to the window. You must be out there, somewhere. You'd still be able to see her flip you off, through the window.
"Is this going to be a problem?"
"Who?"
"That... journalist. Will the situation be a problem?"
She watched his face for some elaboration that could defuse the thoughts running through her head. Nothing.
"Y/N? Do you mean that if it is a problem, you'll..."
"Yeah. We're gonna kill this 'Y/N'."
"I don't think it'll be a problem."
"You're sure?"
No, she wasn't fucking sure. You were capable of the literal Armageddon, what with all the things you knew about her, and hence, the Avengers' vulnerabilities. Yes, it was self-centred to think that her weaknesses would result in the entire team's weakness, but they were a team. If even one member goes down, the entire team falls. And that couldn't really be the case, now could it? She wouldn't let that happen.
"I don't know. Maybe monitor Y/N's activities for a little while."
"We're not jobless over here. If you're worried about any consequences, you monitor. You fix this. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Go on. Stalk Y/N."
"Is that an order?"
He looked at her, slightly incredulous. "Yes, Romanoff, it's a goddamn order."
Fucking brilliant.
"Hey, can I take anyone with me?", she called, voice echoing in the now-empty room. He stopped his dramatic exit, and turned around slightly. He gave what could pass for a smirk.
"ONE person. And no one with superpowers."
"Which Avenger has no-"
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"Does this Y/N not have a single interesting thing going on?"
"We're not here to watch a reality show, Clint, we're here to find out whether Y/N's a threat or not."
"At least could go rob a bank or something.", he muttered.
Their method of observation was one that would have made Fury shoot them. Yes, they were trying to be inconspicuous while observing you on a rooftop through binoculars . The most filmic and comical way to go about this, but hey, it worked. Possibly because no one expects two people to be goofily watching them through binoculars.
People are very overestimating.
She watched as you sat in the kitchen of your house. She squinted her eyes at the fridge behind you. A magnet fastened a picture of her on it.
Seemingly, Clint saw it, too, nudging her. "Is that you?"
"Yes.", she whispered back.
She watched you, the way you ate, the way your eyes pored over some official-looking paper you were holding. Suddenly, like clockwork, your eyes moved around the room, at the couches, the clock, the fridge, and then out the window, straight at Natasha and Clint.
They ducked, but it was too late. When they peeked back down, you were gone. "Fuck."
"Don't cuss."
"Wow, you fathered up quick."
He shrugged, rolling over to the other side of the roof, while Natasha made her way to the opposite side. You must be exiting the house somehow.
A gunshot. Clint?
"Clint!", she cried, as she leapt off the roof, He was sat there one arm over his knee, behind what looked to be a trash can. She bent over, noticing a flesh wound on the arm.
"Fuck."
"Next time, take Tony, the other powerless Avenger."
"There won't be a next time if we don't get out of here now. Y/N has fucking guns?"
"Well, you know, it wouldn't be surprising if we were back in America."
"Let's stop talking about hypotheticals."
"Wait, if Y/N and you used to be lovers, maybe you'll be spared."
"And what about you?", asked Natasha, deciding it was good to keep him talking and distract him from his pain and the fact that he was bleeding out.
"I'm Natasha-adjacent."
Natasha laughed.
"Or maybe my boyish good looks will make sure I don't get shot up mercilessly."
"Okay, that's enough."
"What? You don't think I'm charming?"
"Not really."
This was not Natasha's reply. It was yours.
"Get in the house."
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"Do you have a tourniquet for that?"
"Do you ?"
"Yeah, but why would I give mine to you? I'm the one who shot you."
Clint shrugged, as if that was a good point. "Alright I'll bleed out then."
You huffed, glancing over at Natasha. "Take off your shirt. You have something under it, right?"
"Yeah."
She threw the shirt to you. You tore a sizable piece off before wrapping it around Clint's arm. Clint rolled the bullet that he'd pulled out of his shoulder in his fingers.
"And you were up there why?"
"Isn't it obvious?", grunted Clint, trying to mask the obvious pain he was going through with the pressure you were applying. "Sightseeing."
"Well, after the little stunt you pulled yesterday at the press meet..."
"What press meet?"
"The one you were at. When you talked about what I promised you."
"Oh, that." You said it so casually, as if it was not your intention to rattle anyone, but you'd still harm them. "Yeah, what about it?"
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. Well, I'd like you to get out of my house, and tell your little S.H.I.E.L.D buddies to stop watching me throughout the day. Gets really annoying."
"You said that at the press meet for a reason. What is it?"
"Was bored.", you shrugged. "You remember that whenever I was bored, you were the one I'd call, don't you, darling?"
Wow, in front of Clint. Real classy.
"Besides, I liked seeing you flustered."
"Are you... a HYDRA agent?", asked Clint, slowly and out of the blue.
You frowned. "You're just realising?"
Natasha tensed up, looking around. The picture on the refrigerator had her face circled in red, and had other pictures surrounding it, with Clint, Tony, Bruce, even Maria and Fury.
Holy fuck.
"Alright. You're bandaged up and good to go. So go."
"You're letting us go? Your targets?"
"Clint, if the HYDRA agent is letting us go, we fucking go and don't ask questions!"
"Not you. Him. You're staying with me."
It wasn't really a statement, truly, more of a question. Him or her.
You would make her choose just as she made you choose.
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Underrated scenes from each ss book
These aren't all scenes and I think the flf section just turned into a highlight reel of things i love about flf but here.
TVD
The scene where Roma picks up tiny Alisa because she was climbing inside of his walls and she's like hey don't rip my shirt it's new :( when her shirt his very obviously extremely old.
Not a scene but just the fact that the White Flower's used to have a golden retriever named Tsarina.
Idk if it's underrated exactly but that scene where Rosalind waits for Juliette in her room for three hours to tell her about the monster attack hits me like a truck every time I remember it.
"What is a Montague? It sounds Italian."
The scene where Benedikt holds Tyler at gunpoint after he threatens Marshall because he knows Marshall wouldn't have had the impulse control to not shoot
Roma beating the shit out of Dimitri
Celia coming up with her fake backstory for a Communist meeting and saying, "My mother is dead. My father is dead to me."
Juliette calling Roma a "wet blanket"
Juliette taking responsibility for Celia when she accidentally knocked Amethyst out
OVE
Juliette Cai says healthcare for all
Alisa being mad at Roma because he hasn't taught her how to catch a knife
Marshall styling Juliette's hair
Juliette making fun of newsboy cap guy
The Marshall flashback to when he met Benedikt
Roma and Juliette getting tailed by the the French White Flower guy who ends up being one of the monsters and Roma saying idk maybe he thinks I'm hotter than you when Juliette asks him why the guy looks like he wants to kill Roma
Benedikt knocking Roma out before trying to kill Juliette because holy shit
When Alisa realizes that Roma agreed to a duel to get her back
When Rosalind had Roma at gunpoint
"I would rather the two of you not burn the world down each time you choose each other."
The paragraphs where Celia starts really being Celia are just so,,,
Somehow I forgot that Alisa was already officially a Communist spy in the OVE epilogue?
fhh spoilers
FLF
Celia forcing Rosalind out of bed to go to Lourens when she wanted to die
Orion calling Dao Feng "Old Man"
Rosalind immediately making tranquilizers right when Orion moves in because she doesn't want to put up with his shit
Silas writing and publishing a fucking op-ed at 14 immediately after getting home from London (iconic)
The implication that Silas has tried to confess to Phoebe before which I call bullshit on.
Not a scene but when Orion shows back up in the morning before their first day at Seagreen, I am convinced that the red stuff on his neck was blood not lipstick.
I NEED TO KNOW IF JIEMIN'S CROSS WAS A SIGN OF ALLEGIANCE TO PRIEST?????
"Who's stealing Silas from you? You're the notorious boyfriend stealer not me." because what exactly are we implying help-
Rosalind remembering hearing Silas's parents brag about him
Phoebe "spying" on Seagreen while she has Silas wait in the car
Lao Lao instantly adopting Orion
I think a lot of the olivercelia stuff in flf is a bit underrated because a lot of us were too busy being haters for a while but the necklace knife scene!
"My little ego can always stand being snapped at by you, sweetheart."
Oliver being really really freaked out in the warehouse hit different now that we have more context ughhhh
Orion thinking that his dad might have done something to his mom. What the fuck. And also being in that house with them alone for years jesus christ
Alisa covering her walls in drawings from Benedikt
Rosalind killing Zilin
Silas taking on Orion's assignments when his headaches were really bad
The fact that Lord and Lady Hong probably knew that Oliver was onto something when Orion told Lord Hong about Oliver breaking in
The cards that Zilin had in his pocket were a spade and a diamond (spade = aroace and diamond = demi)
Rosalind and Orion's argument after the Peach Lily Palace incident
Celia being like stfu Oliver (i like telling him what to do. teehee. aNYWAY)
Ik the nation over everything quote gets talked about a lot but I think people seem to forget how pissed Celia was after he said that. Because "You're so damn selfish. Have you ever stopped to consider that I value your life just as much? If you want to protect me, don't you think that I want to protect you, too?" And then the way that Oliver is absolutely baffled by this. Ack.
Rosalind flinching when Orion pretended to kiss her forehead towards the start of flf vs her casually noting it when he actually kissed her temple midway through flf
Alisa casually having Russian classic literature at her desk despite the fact that she probably stopped receiving formal school at about 13. Slay queen.
The domestic spat. I don't think we've talked about it in a bit I'm so disappointed in us.
Alisa seeing Rosalind and Dimitri together and never saying anything about it
Silas immediately hanging up when Lord Hong picked up when he was trying to call Phoebe
Also who were Gray and Archer??? I thought they were going to be important but oh well
"She doesn't bite." "Yes, I do." like geez ok Rosalind thank you for sharing
"Phoebe walked a small circle around the hospital corridor. Silas, his eyes tracking her absently, stood with his chin propped in one palm." Yeah ok.
Then the scene after Orion sees Rosalind's scars where they're both lying on her bed together and talk for a little bit. I don't know if it's underrated exactly, but I have a very clear image of it in my mind and it is very parallely and nice I like this scene
Alisa drinking orange juice out of a coffee mug. Why? Because.
Tiny detail but Orion telling Phoebe to stop answering the phone in English because he's afraid of gossip
Phoebe immediately going DO I GET TO SEDUCE PRETTY WOMAN???? when Orion tells her he needs her help and him being absolutely exhausted by her
"You warn me for control." "I don't need your warning." I want to kiss Rosalind on the mouth.
Ok sorry but I do not interpret the scene where Orion steals the Frenchwoman's necklace as him flirting with her I think he just put on a really exaggerated twink voice because it's funnier that way
Silas knocking out a guard by holding a cloth with sedatives to his face when he and Phoebe broke Alisa out of jail.
Also just Silas trying to signal to Alisa that he's totally definitely a double agent in the process of betraying everyone because Alisa knows that he's aligned with the Communists somehow while Phoebe is Priest is so insane.
Silas fixing Phoebe's hair then Phoebe noticing that he shifted maybe half and inch away from her going hmm no that's not allowed and shifting closer to him. Especially since there's not very much emotion in her internal monologue in flf since you're not really getting her pov you're just getting a front.
"Are you keeping any other secrets from me, Janie Mead?" "One. But I don't want to tell you yet."
Orion faking a nosebleed
"His proximity was supposed to be some sort of tactic to make her flustered, she guessed, but she was only concentrating on the fact that Orion had missed a sport right by his jaw." Rosalind you absolute genius (I am so obsessed with her)
Phoebe entering Silas's house then immediately going hihihihihihi pay attention to meeeeeeeeeee without telling him that she was planning on coming over
Probably not underrated but. "Phoebe's scowl was immediate, taken aback as to who was in his bedroom, but she realized seconds later that the voice was too grainy and distant to be a visitor." Just something about Phoebe not recognizing it as her own voice and being jealous of a part of herself that she doesn't really recognize as herself is just. so. ahhhh.
aDmIrAtIoN
Not underrated but. The scene where Rosalind is like. Orion put his head on my lap to annoy me. His hair looks dumb. I am going to yoink it. To bother him. Then just. Starts playing with his hair.
A random guy selling flowers seeing a boy and a girl in a car together and thinking ah yes. customers. then fearing for his life and running away after watching phoebe yoink Silas out of his car
Phoebe conning Silas into thinking she wanted him to drive her around so she could observe architecture. Damn he is easy to trick
"'Can't I convince you to partake in a different outing instead?' Silas pleaded. 'I'll buy you cake. Or pastries? You like pastries.' 'No! We have to do this.' Phoebe separated her clasped hands, clutching at her skirts instead. 'Do you want to watch me beg?' 'pHOEBE-' 'So help me, I'll get on my knees right in the middle of the street, and then you will have to answer for my virtue-' 'Fine, fine,' Silas hurried to say, unable to withstand her theatrics. There were two red blots deepening on his cheeks." .......................ok.
Alisa purposely freaking Silas out by telling him that he has to handle the explosives. Then they end up being firecrackers she bought from a middle schooler.
Phoebe making the 🥺🥺🥺 face and Silas covering her eyes
Alisa faking a middle aged man voice
Rosalind looking at Orion and being like hmm he's really pretty it kind of looks like he's wearing mascara. Anyway.
To be continued because I'm hitting the word limit oops
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blueathens · 2 years
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Get On Like A House On Fire - Agape
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                         ACT 2, CHAPTER 5
SONG: The Village by Wrabel  QUOTE: ‘...But maybe one day, she won’t ever get back up.’
A/N: Not proofread or edited.
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Masterlist//Main Masterlist//Agape Masterlist
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“So you didn’t want to teach the kids the wonders of being a firefighter?” Hen questioned Kasey as they sat at the back of the fire truck, headphones securely on their heads whilst the rest of the team looked between Hen and Kasey.
“Bobby purposely made sure I wasn’t on the rota for that time,” shrugs Kasey.
Eddie furrows his brows. “But aren’t you good with children?”
Bobby begins to chuckle. Hard. Almost out of character laugher. And Kasey would feel offended if she thought he was laughing at the idea of Kasey being good with children. But she knew he wasn’t laughing at that as the entire team knew she was good with youngsters.
If she wasn’t, then why would they usually make her be the firefighter to comfort the frightened kids on scene?
But the reasoning for Bobby’s laughter still made Kasey sink in her seat, pouting like a toddler as she huffed slightly.
Hen gave Kasey a teasing smile as she already knew what Bobby was thinking – it was the reason she asked the question in the first place.
Hen let out a small laugh.
“Last time I was allowed to do that,” Kasey begin, sending a small glare at the older firefighters for finding such humour in this mockery, “I may or may not have accidently sprayed all the children with the hose.”
Eddie and Buck’s eyebrows fly up.
“Excuse me?”
Kasey groans and sinks more in her seat, hands covering her face as she tried to hide the pink tint in her cheeks. “Please don’t make me repeat it.”
“I just don’t understand how someone can accidently–”
“Oh! Look!” Kasey interrupted, sitting up in her seat as she pointed at the neighbourhood that Chimney told the team to head towards. “Fire! We should go and put it out.”
“It’s almost like that’s our job,” Buck rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend shooting a pointed glare his way.
“Dispatch, this is Captain 118.” Bobby states in his radio. “We’re at Doheny Park. Multiple residential structure fires. Send everything you can.”
“Copy that, 118.” Josh replies. “I’m trying to find additional resources for you, but you might be on your own for the next 15-20 minutes.”
“Copy that.”
“Shit, this is bad.” Commented Kasey as she gazes out her window, teeth digging into her bottom lip whilst her fingers clenched round her helmet that sat in her lap.
A man rushes towards the truck the moment they stopped, the 118 began to climb out to see him waving his arms in desperation and slamming a hand against the windscreen “Help! Help! You got to help!”
“Cap!”
“My son! He’s trapped upstairs!” He pointed towards his house that was burning down fast.
“Do you know where? Which room?”
“No, no, I haven’t seen him.”
Kasey moved to stand next to Eddie as the pair squinted in the direction of the house, searching windows to try and find any movements.
Eddie saw him first.
“Cap. I see him!” He points towards the window where a small boy waving his hands was. “Upstairs window!”
There was a much larger explosion, followed closely behind desperate yells from the man and young woman who tried to run towards the burning house, but was stopped by Kasey and Eddie who didn’t allow them to go any closer.
“Sir! Sir! Two!”
“All right. Get the ladder up to the house.” Bobby instructed Buck who dashed off to follow his instructions.
“I’ll check the driver, Cap!” Hen exclaims.
“My son is up there!” The man yelled in Kasey’s face who kept her hands on his arms, guiding him a bit further away from the burning house as she nodded to show her understanding.
“I know, sir. But if you go in there you will just put both you and your son in even more danger,” Kasey reasoned with him. “Let us do our jobs and we can bring him out safely.”
“You gotta save him!”
“We will. We will.” Eddie says as he looks over at the man who was still fearfully yelling into Kasey’s face whilst she just continued to professionally comfort and guide him away from being in more danger.
He then walks up towards Bobby whilst Kasey tried to handle the two panicked family members who continued to yell at her as if she had all the answers, but Kasey didn’t, all she could tell them was that they will get the son out, that’s all she could say as that was all she knew.
Kasey then scrunched her face up when she heard Eddie alerting Bobby that they didn’t have enough water to put out the fire, and this only made the family panic more as they asked her questions on how can she save the son if they don’t even have enough water?
Kasey wished she was elsewhere, she wished she didn’t have to try to think of barely-there-answers for the family who has just overheard some terrible news, and she knew that repeating herself wasn’t going to convince them that everything was going to be okay.
Buck, noticing his best friend’s silent panicked state, made his way over, gently guiding the family members much further away so they were no longer in the teams way or screaming in Kasey’s face. Strand let out a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds as she tried to calm her fast but yet tired heart rate down.
She believed it was going much faster than it should usually go, and she knew that could be due to the lack of sleep. Her body wasn’t functioning properly. She wasn’t functioning properly. And all she wanted was to go to rest for a bit, let the ground swallow her up and just let her body rest.
But she couldn’t.
She had a panicked family pacing a few meters away from her and a son trapped in the burning house in front of her. She had Eddie and Bobby talking about the water issue a few steps away from her and then she had her anxious self who couldn’t fully assimilate what was going around herself at times.
The only thing she could do was force herself to stay awake and to calm down as she continued her job.
“Strand!” Bobby’s voice yell and Kasey turns to look at her Captain. “Keep everyone back, okay? And help anyone who has any injuries.”
“Copy that,” she nods as she went began to gather a few other firefighters to aid her in her task, completely not noticing the quick look of worry that Bobby sent her way as he noticed the shake in her right hand.
The only time she looked back at the house was when she heard metal grinding, and she saw the ladder collapse and Buck falling, catching himself on the collapsed half of the ladder but it didn’t stop the blood-crawling scream that emitted from his best friend.
“Buck!”
Every ounce of Kasey wanted to run towards Buck and help him, but she couldn’t as she was holding a cloth against the side of a woman’s head to try and ease the bleeding whilst the firefighter next to her prepared a bandage.
Eddie then begins to climb the drainpipe.
“Eddie!”
He ignores his teams calls.
“He’s fucking insane.” Kasey mutters as she raises from the kneeling position she once was in to go and find another person who may need her help, whilst her eyes stayed glued onto Eddie’s climbing figure. “Fucking insane. Who does he think he is? Firefighter Romeo?”
Kasey knew though that Eddie was doing the right thing, well the Kasey thing. If Kasey was able to initiate an idea, it probably would become a similar idea of what Eddie was doing right now.
'I’ve been a bad influence on him,' Kasey thought with a shake of her head before she crouched down to look at a casualties hand.
“I feel like if either Kasey or me did something like that, you would yell at us,” Buck says and Bobby turns his head to look at him, giving him a look that told Buck that his statement was correct.
“Thought your boy was going to become Santa Clause for a moment there,” the man said as he watched the scene in front of him whilst Kasey cleaned up his hand. “But instead he become James Bond and crashed through the window like he does it every Tuesday evening.”
Kasey hums. “He prefers films of romance than action films,” Kasey looks up with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes and with her left index she pressed it against her lips to usher him to be quiet as she threw him a playful wink. “But don’t tell him I told you that.”
“Yeah,” she looks over her shoulder. “Let me know when he comes out the house so I can yell at him for his stupidity,” her eyes shifts down to the ground. “Then I’ll give him his stupid hug.”
“How kind of you.” The man leans his head back against the tree, squeezing his eyes shut when he hears a curse leaving Kasey’s lips as she notices the wound in his leg. He opens them when he hears the comforting sound of her reassuring that it’s nothing bad and that she be able to quickly sort it out.
“I think,” the man smiles, shaking his head to himself before smiling bigger when he notices Kasey looking at him again, “I think the man would much rather a kiss.”
Kasey shook her head, sputtering out words as she quickly tried to deny the everything the man just suggested. “Oh no, no, I got – I’m seeing someone, and he’s got this sleeping arrangement with his wife, who isn’t his wife anymore, but she kinda is and – it’s complicated.”
The man didn’t look too convinced.
“Besides we’re just friends.”
“I always said the same thing about my wife,” the man chuckles, a sincere smile tugging at his lips at the thought of his wife. “It wall bullshit though, but we never said anything till much later on because we were scared. But everyone knew, even us eventually, but you can’t be friends with someone who looks at you as if you’re the reason the world has eight wonders.
Kasey laughs, “there’s only seven wonders of the world.”
“Not when the person you look at is the eighth.” He utters. “For me, my wife is the eighth wonder of the world. For you, it’s that James Bond wannabe, and for him, it’s you. You’re his eighth world wonder.”
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Kasey pokes her tongue against the inside of her cheek whilst she finally wraps a bandage around his knee. “One of those people who describes love to a metaphor.”
“You’ve never been in love, have you?”
“It’s not something I understand.”
“You will eventually.” The guy looks towards the house. “But if I was you, I wouldn’t wait for too long. You don’t want your something good to be taken from you. That another reason why it took a while for me to get with my wife.”
“We’re just friends.”
“Okay,” he hums, “but don’t do anything stupid because you’ll regret it.”
Kasey just nods, before standing up as another firefighter took over to guide the man towards the back of their ambulance along with a few other people who awaited for more to show up.
“The smoke of the fire must be getting to his head,” Kasey mutters to herself as she begins to make her way back towards Buck and Bobby to question them on Eddie’s status, but she stumbled back as she watched in horror as another explosion within the house went off.
The guy next to her screamed for his son, whilst Kasey called for her friend.
“Cap!” Kasey rushed over towards Bobby. “Let me go in there – let me help Eddie – I need to help–”
“No, no, no,” Buck gently pushes Kasey to the side, as he makes his way round the fire truck. “You’re body isn’t healthy enough for a situation like that, Kas. I’ll do i–”
Bobby raises a hand in the air. “No. Wait.”
Kasey spins on her heels at the sound of an aeroplane’s engine roaring, and it sounded close too, she glances round to see people looking in the sky with confused expressions, but with a quick shake to her head to wake her mind up, she quickly ushered them elsewhere, telling them that they need to get cover.
Bobby overheard Kasey and yelled, “incoming! Everybody, take cover!”
Kasey sent a worried look towards the house before being dragged down to the ground by Buck who jumped down from the fire truck to get the pair of them to crawl under it.
His hand instantly grabs her, squeezing it to try and let her tired body know that everyone would be okay, but Buck watched Kasey’s tired eyes flutter and he wondered if Kasey was truly going to be okay after all of this, because looking at her now, it looks like she could past out from extreme exhaustion in any minute, and it made Buck wonder how she has been hiding this for so long.
“Holy shit,” Buck heard his friend mutter next to him, “that’s a shit ton of water.”
Buck didn’t reply as he continued to stare at the side of her face with worry, ignoring as the water fell above them. It was easy to ignore when he allowed his mind to finally settle on his friend who special talent was hiding all this pain.
She needed sleep.
And after this Buck knew he was going to wrap her up and make her into a blanket burrito and stay with her until she fell asleep.
Buck snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Kasey pull herself out from under the truck, standing onto her feet as she did a little shake – Buck didn’t know if this was her way of keeping her body to stay awake, or if it was just a random Kasey action.
She walked towards the house, anxiously waiting for any movements or a response back over the radio after Bobby asked if he could hear them. Her hands were shaking, but she hide that by patting the front of her thighs.
The front door was kicked to be opened further, and Eddie walks out with the boy in his arms, Kasey calls for his name as if it was a pray. She rushed towards him and watched as he gently laid the child down onto the ground.
The moment she heard the boy gasp, Kasey span and punched Eddie gently in the chest, before she brought him into a tight hug.
Her arms were round his neck, and his easily found comfort round her waist as he too held her closely. He gently swayed as he just breathed in the moment of Kasey hugging him.
“You’re okay,” she whispers. “Your James Bond arse is okay.”
“My what?” Eddie chuckles, frowning slightly when he feels Kasey pulling away from the hug before replacing his frown with a small smile as he took in the stupidly adorable smile she had on her face.
“Nothing,” she says, and Eddie shakes his head before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, bringing her close into his side.
“I really want some pizza after all of this.”
Kasey hums, “you deserve it.”
“You want to come back to mine for some?”
“Won’t Shannon be there?” She asks, she didn’t want to intervene with anything, and she had this feeling that the woman didn’t like her very much, despite the pair having any actual conversation between one another.
“No,” Eddie shakes his head, “just me and Christopher.”
“Ah,” Kasey wraps her own arm around her waist as she rested against the man a little more comfortably, “my favourite Diaz.”
“I’m ignoring you said that.”
“You always do.”
Buck pats Eddie on the back as he stands on the other side of him. “What was the Spider-Man routine.”
Eddie closes his eyes for a second. “I don’t know. I just did it. And prayed a lot.”
Bobby then copies Buck’s actions, “yeah, it looks like someone was listening.”
Buck looked at Kasey, eyebrow raising as he nodded his head off to the side, gesturing for her to come with him as he obviously wanted to say something. She slipped out from Eddie’s hold and made her way towards Buck who sat himself down on a patch of grass under a tree.
“You alright?” Kasey questioned as she sat herself down next to him.
“You know,” he turns to look at Kasey, his eyes no longer on the conscious kid. He needed Kasey to hear his words, to let her know that she can trust him, that he was there for her. “You’re kind of my comfort person.”
Her face scrunches up as she lets out a breathless laugh.
“You’re that one person who just makes me feel better no matter what.” He bumps her shoulder. “Like I could be having the worst day ever, but I could just look at you and I would feel okay. And I would be able to tell you anything because I know you wouldn’t judge me.” Buck pauses. “You’re my best friend and I–”
“You’re kind of my comfort person too, Buck.” Was all Kasey responded with and she knew that was something Buck needed to hear, she knew it was a way to keep him at bay before he would combust with worry over her – she knew this was his way to tell her he was there.
And she knew, but she didn’t know if she actually wanted people to help her – she didn’t feel broken, she didn’t feel like she needed to be fixed…she was just tied.
And what else should she say? That she has a fear of going back to her apartment? That would be ridiculous because who would be afraid of their own house?
Kasey felt ridiculous, but she hid it behind a smile and told her friends – her family – that she was okay, and Kasey was sure that the more she says it, the more she would be able to pretend she was.
And to her, she was okay.
She’s always been okay because she’s Kasey Strand.
She always gets back up.
...But maybe one day, she won’t ever get back up.
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Loki Episode 1 Reactions (Less Coherent Edition)
It's been two and a half years, y'all, and what a start to the new season it was. (I've seen mixed reviews in the tag, but personally the initial reaction is I loved it.) What I apparently forgot in those two years, however, is that my in-the-moment reactions notes are not very coherent. So I apologize in advance if you aren't sure what part the note refers to. I'm going to make another post tomorrow with some more coherent thoughts around the episode and some predictions about the season in general (I'm also going to be rewatching the episode later so that might lend more clarity to the next post as well). I also cut out a chunk of my reactions that were just me screaming a character's name when they showed up, unless it makes sense for the next note to leave it in (and there were a lot of these, since it's been two and a half years since I've seen my friends).
Obligatory spoiler warning if you weren't already expecting them. Prepare for some wildness. I've bracketed [ ] some brief clarifying post-ep notes (not everywhere though).
I'm obnoxious, I'm watching the entire recap.
The editing of this recap is interesting.
The bleak theme is worrying. I don't like it. But I do love the color scheme of the logo.
SYLVIE???!!!
CASEY!!!
Okay hopefully that wasn't Sylvie.
Someone give this boi [Loki] a nap. He's had a very very very long day and it's only getting longer.
What the fuck is happening.
X-5 you've got the haircut of a cop, I've decided I don't like you.
Man, I hope we fix this time-slipping in this episode, it's stressing me out too fucking much.
Oh motherfuck. This is driving me insane. This is Sisyphean torture. [I don't remember what specifically I was referring to, so I don't remember if this is an accurate description.]
OH MY GOD I LOVE LIZ CARR I HOPE SHE STICKS AROUND [Man, Liz Carr is just hopping from franchise to franchise this summer. She's in Loki, Good Omens, The Witcher)
OH SHIT. Renslayer and Kang. If they kiss on tape I'm marking it on the Bingo.
I DESPERATELY want to know what B-15's backstory is. She's a fantastic character and I want to know how she used this personality on the timeline.
Keep that Hitler youth-looking fuck away from my girl!
Oh my god, I'm going to be watching this conversation in the hall between Loki and Mobius over and over, because I love every part of it. The panicking, the teasing, the touching, the making each other feel better. Just the entire debriefing, reuniting conversation is EVERYTHING to me right now.
"In order to do that I need a Loki Who Remains." I love this
"I have no memory of having my memory wiped." Mobius. This is Catherine Tate on Nevermind the Buzzcocks telling David Tennant "I don't know songs I've never heard of" solidarity [I understand I'm making obscure 13+ year old references but this quote lives in my head rent free]
Ugh I HATE time travel. But it makes sense why his name is OB now. Also his door is a circle.
OB IF YOU KILL LOKI I WILL END YOUR CUTE BESPECTACLED FACE FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY "No...wait."
OB IF YOU KILL MOBIUS I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY THE SKIN FROM YOUR OWN BONES
Mobius writing "skin" into the dust on the computer lololololol
WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING JUST LET LOKI CONFESS
OB I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS IF ONE OF THESE BOYS EVEN SEEMS TO DIE AT THE END OF THIS EP
HOW IS HE GONNA HOOF IT BACK IF HE CAN BARELY CRAWL [I started getting really stressed at this point. It's pretty much caps lock from here on out.]
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA END THIS EPISODE WITH MO BITING IT AND THEN LOKI FIXES IT IN EP TWO AND BRINGS HIM BACK
OR LOKI BITES IT AND THE OTHER WAY HAPPENS
THERE'S ELEVEN MINUTES LEFT BUT I DON'T TRUST MARVEL NOT TO MAKE ELEVEN MINUTES OF CREDITS
MARVEL DON'T MAKE ME CHECK OFF THE CRYING BOX [on the Bingo Card] ON EPISODE ONE
MARVEL
I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP
MARVEL
LOKI
MOBIUS
LOKI
MOBIUS
SYLVIE MY DARLING MY PERFECT LOVE THANK YOU OH MY GOD
How wild is it that Loki comes flying back from the jaws of death itself and saves Mobius from getting his skin ripped off and they land on the floor of the TVA in each other's arms, and the first thing Loki does is bring up his ex-girlfriend [I wouldn't classify Sylvie as this, but I'm being tongue-in-cheek, and Mobius did accuse Loki of falling for himself in season 1, so]
OKAY BUT I WAS RIGHT THAT WAS SYLVIE AT THE BEGINNING [Before you reply, remember I can't respond to those, and also I forgot that was the past and at the end Loki's in the future. HOWEVER, I do still think that was Sylvie at the beginning.]
SHE IS IN BROXTON HELL YEAH WHOEVER FIGURED THAT OUT (I don't remember who that was) FOUR FOR YOU HOLY SHIT
Oh Sylvie :(((
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Life Is Miserable
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Summary: The reader has a bad day at work and her roommate Dean is concerned...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,500ish
Square: Quote H “You’re just a softie”
Warnings: language, angst, negative talk about self/work
A/N: Wrote this as a bit of personal stress relief after some stuff happened. Remember y’all, life may have rough and miserable moments but there are just moments and they’ll pass too. Also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!
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Just when you’d gotten your head above water again, something had dragged you back under the surface. It was always the same. Claw your way out only to be smacked back down. Over and over and over. Every time pushed a little more though. Every time you kept some of that stress. Over and over and over.
“What did you just say?” You were stood in front of the open fridge, gulping down half a can of whatever beer Dean had bought. You licked your lips, his face scrunched up as he ditched the spatula in his hand on the counter.
“I said...” you sighed, shutting the fridge and running a hand through your hair. “I had a long day is all Dean.”
“I’d say so. I ask how your day was and you tell me ‘life is miserable’ like that’s a completely normal thing to say.”
You rolled your eyes and he frowned. “Y/N. Why’d you say that?”
“Maybe cause my life is shit?” You gulped down the rest of the can before tossing it in the bin under the sink. He was slack jawed but you didn’t have it in you to put on your fake happy face today. To pretend everything was hunky dory. 
The bottle inside had popped and the cap was not going back on.
You skirted past him out of the kitchen, your roommate jogging down to your bedroom, blocking your path to it.
“What is going on? What do you mean your life is shit? You have a great life,” he said. You laughed, Dean pouting.
“I know I do which is why I keep my damn mouth shut about how much it actually sucks!” you shouted. He didn’t deserve you going off on him but you desperately wanted to be left alone. Dean crossed his arms and you growled. “Dean. Move.”
“No. Not until you tell me all about your shitty life. I want the truth. What’s so fucking shitty?”
“Everything!” you shouted. “My reward for doing well at my stressful job? Here’s even harder stressful work we won’t pay you to do! My reward for choosing a supposedly safe career path? A job I fucking hate. My reward for always being the yes man? Oh, so and so quit because she has a rich husband. Y/N can take her work of course because she’s single! She doesn’t have a husband or kids.  We don’t consider her to have a ‘real’ family or goals or anything but a cog in the machine. She doesn’t even have a house because she’ll never be able to afford one on her own! She can put in the overtime and we’ll work her to the bone! My reward for hard work is being alone and stressed and hating almost every waking hour of my damn life. I’m exhausted all day. I can’t decompress on the weekends. I’m so fucking tired Dean. I’m so tired and what do I have to complain about? I have more than so many other people so why the fuck would I ever complain about any of it? Why would I ever do anything other than keep on chugging along when everyone tells me how great my life is? You’ve said it yourself. I have an amazing career and opportunities and people would kill to be in my position. Well Dean. I never wanted any of that. All I wanted was to be happy and I’m not. I don’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy and didn’t force it for other people. I don’t remember the last time I had a hug. I don’t remember anything other than feeling like life is miserable. Now please, get out of my way. I want to be left alone.”
Dean stepped aside and you slipped into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind you before any tears could fall.
A knock at the door an hour later made you jump, the distinct scent of spicy queso in the air.
“Y/N? I ordered your favorite takeout to bribe you to come out here and talk to me,” said Dean. I rolled over in bed, staring at the white door. “I got way too much so you’re actually obligated by roommate code to come out here immediately.”
“The takeout budget already ran out for the month.”
“Fuck the fucking budget. Get your ass out here before I tear that door down.”
You sighed and got up, unlocking the door to find a smiling Dean staring back.
“You’re right. Life is miserable.” 
“What?” I blinked at him and he smiled.
“When you put it the way you did, life does seem miserable,” he said. He pulled you into a hug, holding on tight. “Let’s try to make it a little less tonight, hm?”
“Dean-”
“I have a foolproof plan. I went through several drafts,” he said. He picked you up and carried you over to the couch, plopping you down in front of nearly a dozen containers on the coffee table.
“Dean! This is way over budg-” He pressed a finger to your lips and shushed you.
“That’s so cute. You really think you’re going to win this one,” he laughed. He sat beside you, curling his arm around your waist, keeping you close. He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, holding it out to you. “These are our new roommate rules. Non-negotiable.”
You gave him a side eye and he tapped the page. “Rule one. Work only your required hours. If you’re stressed trying to do your work, bring it up to your boss. If they don’t help, say fuck ‘em and work at a normal pace.”
“I particularly like that one,” he said.
“You realize that doesn’t work right? I-”
“Actually it does. Either they have too much work or too tight of a deadline and that’s not your problem. Show up, do you job, clock out. What’s done is done and the rest comes the next day. Rule number two is tied to that one actually.”
“Rule two. Work stays at work. Home is for food, fun and hugs.” You made a face and he shrugged. “Rule three. Mandatory daily hugs. Rule four. Mandatory weekly fun night with Dean. Rule five. Let’s get out of this apartment and rent a house together.”
“I’m quite partial to those as well,” said Dean, smirking as your eyes caught the last rule to be read. “My favorite is the last one though.”
“Rule six. No more pretending to each other. Bad days. Life shit. My crush on you. We lay it all on the table.” Dean pecked a kiss on your cheek before dipping his head low and pressing a light one to your lips. He pulled back with a soft smile and hummed. “Dean.”
“You don’t have to feel the same, sweetheart. But we’re friends and roomies no matter what. I told you the rules weren’t up for debate and they aren’t. So let’s enjoy dinner, hm?”
You opened your mouth to speak but the words were caught in your throat. Instead, something more brutally honest came out. “Dean I like you but I have to like me again before I start dating someone. I need my head on straight.”
“I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” He opened a food container and handed it to you. “Oh. By the way, just because you don’t have a husband or kids doesn’t mean you’re less important than people that do. Work gets you 9 to 5. The rest of that is your very important quality Netflix binging time with your wonderful roommate. I’d be glad to inform your boss of how people have these things called lives and that you have one. Maybe I can even teach him he has one too!”
You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Maybe I should quit too. Or just say it’s too much and that I can’t do it all.”
“At a minimum you have to say that. It’s your life and I’m damn sure going to make it a happier one for you again.” You nuzzled closer to him, Dean humming. “See? You’re just a softie. Aren’t you? Rule three is a winner already. We’re definitely keeping that one around.”
“You’ve not won the best roommate ever award unless you got-”
“Carne asda quesadillas? Please. I’m not an amateur.” You set the container in your lap and wrapped your arms around him. “So. Life still miserable?”
“Maybe more like annoying at the moment,” you said. You inhaled deeply, picking up your head to kiss Dean’s cheek, deciding from now on you were definitely going to try harder to not kill yourself at work. “But I’ll get through.”
“That’s my girl.”
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Jon messed up her hair. "I will miss you, little sister."
Suddenly she looked like she was going to cry. "I wish you were coming with us."
"Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?" He was feeling better now. He was not going to let himself be sad. (Jon II, AGoT)
Note that Arya half-wanted to run away from King's Landing to find Jon again.
She went back to the window, Needle in hand, and looked down into the courtyard below. If only she could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run away from this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them. Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could find Nymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they'd return to Winterfell, or run to Jon on the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone. (Arya II, AGoT)
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"I'm a girl," Arya said, exasperated. If the old man was down from the Wall, he must have come by way of Winterfell. "Do you know my brothers?" she asked excitedly. "Robb and Bran are at Winterfell, and Jon's on the Wall. Jon Snow, he's in the Night's Watch too, you must know him, he has a direwolf, a white one with red eyes. Is Jon a ranger yet? I'm Arya Stark." The old man in his smelly black clothes was looking at her oddly, but Arya could not seem to stop talking. "When you ride back to the Wall, would you bring Jon a letter if I wrote one?" She wished Jon were here right now. He'd believe her about the dungeons and the fat man with the forked beard and the wizard in the steel cap. (Arya III, AGoT)
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Her home was gone, her parents dead, and all her brothers slain but Jon Snow on the Wall. That was where she had wanted to go. She told the captain as much, but even the iron coin did not sway him. Arya never seemed to find the places she set out to reach. (Arya I, AFfC)
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When Dareon had first appeared at the Happy Port, Arya had almost asked if he would take her with him back to Eastwatch, until she heard him telling Bethany that he was never going back. (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)
I'd like to circle back to the first quote and why the exchange was specifically said between Jon and Arya.
There's no mistaking that they have the most significant and notable bond in the Stark family. Which is why we have this bit:
Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close. Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. When Arya had been little, she had been afraid that meant that she was a bastard too. It had been Jon she had gone to in her fear, and Jon who had reassured her. (Arya I, AGoT)
This is interesting because she doesn't go to Catelyn, or to Ned with this dilemma, she decided to go to Jon.
Their closeness is without question, and it is so notable that George had been asked about this.
Granny: Are you trying to say something to the reader by drilling into us how much Arya and Jon love each other?
George_RR_Martin: "Say something to the reader?" No, I'm just reporting how the characters feel. <g> Of course, everything in the book says something to the reader.
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The pining is sappy, dedicating half of their thoughts to one another:
He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but "my half brother" since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. And Arya…he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had…yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him. (Jon III, AGoT)
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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything. (Arya I, ACoK)
The "different roads" quote ties in with this particular line:
He is a man of the Night's Watch, she thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince. (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)
Seeing as George loves his rule of three, I would not be surprised if the real Arya actually did show up to fulfil the foreshadowed AGoT line.
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I still believe it's too early to give up and say goodbye to PalmerStrange
Why? Because if Marvel only wants Stephen to have closure, they could've done that in 10 minutes. They didn't need an entire movie (esp. how almost non-existent Christine has been in the first movie and the MCU in general). The wedding scene would've sufficed with a couple more lines.
But that's not what's happened.
They spent the entire movie proving to us of just how much he loves her, of how every Strange in every universe has always been in love with Palmer regardless of whichever universe she's from. If they only wanted an emotional reaction from us, Wanda has got that covered. I'm sure he has a lot of arcs from the comics that can be explored to develop his character in this movie. Using Christine for that sole purpose is unnecessary and in fact weightless in the grand scheme of things.
Instead of leaving behind Christine, we were introduced to a version of her who's technically a new character. She's someone who knows a lot about the multiverse and who could potentially keep up well with Strange's ever expanding role as a superhero. And she's someone who knew a version of Strange and had the same complicated relationship. She lost her Strange just as MCU Strange lost MCU Christine to Charles. If it's only closure they need, 838 Christine could've also been married to 838 Charles emphasizing that in the multiverse, Stephen always loses Christine to someone else.
More importantly, Stephen doesn’t lose Christine because she eventually falls in love with someone else. She falls in love with someone else because he “always has to hold the knife” which always ends up estranging her from him. In the first movie, the Ancient One said, “You cannot beat a river into submission; you have to surrender to its current, and use its power as your own.” While this was said in a different context, I think it can very well apply to Strange’s relationship with Christine. Every Stephen in every universe that we know of had lost Christine because he kept refusing to surrender control in his life, his universe and his relationship with her. All of his variants keep getting the same result because he’s true to character in the beginning and keeps reacting to her loss in the end in the same way. What if all he has to do is to give up on Christine in order to end up with her? (Maybe not 616 but 838 is still a possibility). None of the variants had shown that kind of development, only MCU Strange. That divergence from the recurring character flaw of all the other Stephens can create a new timeline where there is no existing blueprint for what comes next (i.e. “a love that will transcend time and universes”).
The 'multiverse' concept made all of these possible. Six years ago, we thought we were gonna get more Palmer in scrubs aiding Stephen in his adventures. Now, we have her variant from a different universe who’s evermore critical in Stephen’s success. At this point, I’d quote Rachel McAdams and say “anything is possible.” Sometime in the future, we might be introduced into a new concept that would wipe away the “incursion” side effect that is essentially the only thing getting in the way of MCU Strange and 838 Christine. 
As theorized by many, Secret Wars is what’s coming next to the MCU and this might be our solution. (screenshot below: comicbook.com, “Doctor Strange 2: What Are Incursions?”)
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PalmerStrange may seem unlikely right now, but even Cap figured out a way to end up with Peggy, and Tony Stark ended up with Pepper even if her comic version ended up with Happy. There’s always hope until it isn’t the end.
P.S. "Time will tell how much I love you" and "I love you in every universe" are iconic lines that are too meaningful to be given to a couple whose singular purpose is to serve as a lesson to the superhero so that he can "get the girl" next time around. Marvel doesn't get everything right, but they're good enough to avoid a basic mistake.
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I want so much to believe that the Insta account is fake and the accusations against GJ are just untrue. More videos keep coming out and the path of least resistance would be to believe he’s really back, right? It seems like so many hoops to debunk every new video. But it would break my heart if GJ was really so cruel, both in the attacks orchestrated and in continuing to drop candy. (Has that slowed down since ZZH has been ostensibly speaking again? And what did Zhang Su do?) Help! Please!
Part 8.3/? - 813 the Reprise - Deepfake Video 2
masterpost here
I think objective truth doesn't care what people want. It's always going to be true. The path of least resistance is following known facts and letting that guide you, not emotion.
Objectively, we have 10+ years of how ZZH acts as a person. He's forthright, blunt, honest, and righteous. He doesn't shit talk anyone. Objectively, he's open to dating men and women (from at least 2 previous interviews). Even after he perma-damaged his knee, he didn't shit talk his previous company for forcing him to work so much that it pushed him past the edge. After fans and antis harangued and harassed him, he went to the hospital and posted a quote saying that "If it's in your nature to hurt me, It's in mine to forgive." with a picture of his arm with an IV.
These are all objective facts. They all show the pattern that he's a good guy, and takes all the hits on the chin. Even when he lost everything, he just found another thing and had fun, barely even talked about it (i.e. his knee and found golf).
Also it's not really jumping through hoops, is it? It's really simple to pay attention to the facts. I'll do you a favor and guide you.
I've written a whole post on this before and how all videos of this nature are probably fake, and why.
2. I've made a new post quickly debunking this new video for FUN. Because it's unnecessary to debunk it anymore. EVERYTHING from that instagram is automatically suspicious; why? Because everything from it has already been debunked. Thus, if even ONE thing is proven to be fake/falsified, then all of it and all of the future posts should be too. Think about it. If it was Xie Yihua running that IG, and she posts a bunch of fake things (we all proved it to be), why would the next thing be real all of a sudden? It doesn't make sense.
^(Note all the blurs and flickering that happens at the line between the cap and his brow. It took me 30 seconds to see it lol. There's blurring all over the seams along his face, which is 100% indicative of a poorly done deepfake.)
3. It doesn't make sense that GJ would associate himself with ZZH at all.
Let's be honest. ZZH is persona non grata. Branded a traitor to China. We, as steadfast fans, know that CAPA and the industry framed him, yes. But the rest of the public? They don't care. The rest of the public is who GJ is aiming his ads at. So what will theyl see?
>> GJ actively using CP elements from his time with ZZH, a traitor to their country, which would actively HURT his image. So why would he do it? It hurts his image, it doesn't help his sales per say. He has nothing to gain, so it's unlikely that he's doing it out of malice.
This is where anyone can guess why, and I say it's to save ZZH's fandom. The CP fandom was the largest, most productive $$$ fandom for them. It was larger than their solo fandoms. lol. And if GJ can keep reminding us that he's still around, and ZZH is still around, it's more likely to keep ZZH's fans around for when ZZH makes his comeback.
4. GJ hasn't attacked ZZH at all, the anti's and water armies that Xie Yihua hires want you to think that though. But he has no power in the industry. He's a newcomer that had 1 successful drama and a few endorsements, but not enough power nor will he gain any power from attacking a fellow actor. Would you publicly attack a former co-worker or boss? Do you understand how bad that makes you look to the rest of the industry? You have to find jobs later, you know, you cannot burn bridges.
So that's actually Xie Yihua's game. She and whoever is pulling her strings (we know she's just an incompetent puppet of a bigger player, i.e. CAPA and associates), are actively creating false and misleading content and implying it comes from ZZH, and burning all his bridges. He looks BAD, but with a little bit of paying attention and critical thinking, we debunked all of her attempts to further slander him and smear his image. The damage is done, don't add more fuel to the fire by believing in the really obvious lies. They're FULL of inconsistencies.
5. Zhang Su (or Susu), was a childhood best friend of ZZH. However, since he started livestreaming years ago, we as fans actually don't know their real relationship. If they've fallen out, or if ZZH cut him out from his life, or anything.
The only thing we know for sure is Zhang Su wore one of Xie Yihua's hats that she peddles under the guise of ZZH's new brand. which BY THE WAY, IS 100% owned by XYH and her sister. It's public information. WHICH IS WEIRD, because she's not his manager and never was. She only worked with him for a short period last year to help choose his concert venue and then a second time for his own concert in August 2021 (before 813). She actually got FIRED in June 2021 (this was revealed by QV during a recent livestream).
Some speculate that Zhang Su has more nefarious connections to XYH. He was known to go to the design school that XYH's sister(?) goes to. So there may be a connection there, too.
In Summary:
Everything from that Instagram is sus, and videos are deepfakes
The new video is more haphazardly done and I posted a debunk in 5 minutes
GJ has no incentive to attack ZZH, and only uses his ability to keep ZZH's fandoms alive for his return
Zhang Su may be in cahoots with Xie Yihua
This is the path of least resistance. The path that uses the most facts and is the most consistent. I would use the same reasoning when solving or trouble-shooting my science research. I don't suddenly think the universe is cruel when my experiment goes off the rails lol.
Remember, every time something new drops and makes you feel intense emotion, think about the PURPOSE of its existence.
To take advantage of your state of shock/extreme anger/sadness/happiness so you could believe its narrative faster, without taking time to look at the details and the bigger picture. To see if it even makes sense that this piece of media exists at all. Because if you took a step back and breathed, look at the facts I present from following this case for a year, it's really no big deal.
It's easily debunkable, from a debunked IG, from a Xie Yihua, an incompetent person who tried to make it big in c-ent through her family connections but failed continuously due to her own lack of ability (QV posts a lot about her).
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I think the most mystifying part of The Fic is the way when reading your notes of it with the quotes, I repeatedly end up feeling like Cap has to be critiquing the thing he’s writing about because… how do you write the things he has and not see how bad it is?
But then nothing ever seems to come from it. Woobiegard never grows to stop constantly pitying herself, seeing her own part in why people leave her in other timelines or changing her actions to prevent this; Byleth seems to be on the path of becoming only human rather than making a place for herself as both human and Nabatean (because being a Nabatean is bad and creepy); Cheating is romantic and not something that needs to be addressed.
Hey, I'm gonna show ya somethin'. Here's a genuine, actual line that is actually, genuinely in the fic, in Chapter 58:
"[Woobiegard] had seen the empty farmhouses and the villages. She had shaken hands with monsters. She had killed countless good people, all for a world that had not yet been born. She would not waver from this path, but if Byleth…"
Now, here is what what is said to Woobiegard in the literal. Next. Chapter:
“You always try to seem so above it all, but all you really want is for your teacher to pat you on the head, and tell you how clever and noble you are while you butcher half of Fodlan."
This is Woobiegard admitting to butchering Fodlan for her ideals and still wanting Ficleth to stay by her side despite her horrific actions, and then fuckin' Cornelia comes around the very next chapter and shoves that exact thing she literally admitted to doing in her face. But because it's phrased in the horrible light that it rightfully belongs in and not the Pity-Me-Elmo way that the fic's narrative always wants to put Woobiegard in, Cornelia is in the complete wrong and she is a villain for even suggesting that Woobiegard would ever do and believe the things she literally admits to doing and believing.
And fuck it, here is an incomplete list of all of the rightful criticisms of Woobiegard that literally never get addressed and/or resolved properly:
“Has your moral compass become so tarnished that you would spare more pity for a murderer than his victims?”
“I’m just, let’s say… impressed that you happened to forge such deep friendships with Ingrid and Marianne, instead of, say… Leonie and Ashe? For someone who’s always talking about how they hate Crests and nobles, you seem to spend a lot of time cozying up to them.“
"I finally understand… what you believe is right. You believe in a world where your noble ends justify any depravity, any violence, in service of your goals.”
“You’re just a pathetic little hypocrite, talking about friendship and honor and mercy as you slaughter your way through every single person that disagrees with you.”
“[Woobiegard’s] going to tell you that at the end of it all, the chaos and blood on your hands will be worth it somehow. And you’ll try to ignore the little hidden part of your souls that’s started to develop a taste for hurting other people. The part that’s just like me. The part that your friend put there.”
“Your Flame Emperor is an inferno, consuming everything in its path. And a fire needs fuel… what do you think will happen when you’ve finished slaughtering your way through the Kingdom and the Church? There will always be another war, another threat, another enemy to conquer.”
“I can’t let Fodlan’s future be placed in the hands of a war-mongering Empire!”
“You know how I’m sure I gotta stop you, [Wobiegard]gard? You didn’t just start this war, but you tricked good people like the Professor, Mari and Lysithea into helping you. Only a really bad person would do that!”
“I have long known the truth about people such as you. You will never desist, not until everyone that does not fit into your vision is gone!”
“After all, are you not simply my new and improved Nemesis? And what a job you have done, assembling your own merry little band of Elites. Claiming to fight for humanity, when all it has truly ever been about is your fragile ego, Flame Emperor.”
"[Woobiegard] is a manipulator. A deceiver. She stood alongside her fellow students, wearing the mask of a friend, as she planned a war that would bring bloodshed and despair to the people of the continent. She does not feel remorse, or guilt, or grief, as people like you or I do. Her only aim… her only wish is to hold Fodlan in the palm of her hand, crushing all those who dare to disagree with her. Even as we speak, the Alliance has fallen. Soon, she will come, enforcing her twisted morality on all of us."
And mind, these are just the criticisms that are directly meant to go towards specifically Woobiegard (and not even all of them either); this doesn't address the criticisms that get thrown at other characters that Woobiegard is equally if not more guilty of doing. And Cap'n registers all of these rightful criticisms that he himself is throwing at Woobiegard about as well as a blind man reads a holographic map; he doesn't. Not even a little bit.
Woobiegard never grows ever, at any point, even slightly, because her doing so would imply that there was ever a point in which she was wrong, which the fic is deathly allergic to ever actually showing off. So instead it just says that she totally did grow from having a heart of ice to being a gumdrop sugarcake snoogum-woogum uwu flower, and these criticisms just. Sit here. Accurate and scathing, with nothing ever proving them wrong.
Woobiegard is called depraved and violent by Dimitri, and then she goes on to brutally kill Judith a few chapters later. People constantly point out to her that she's killing everyone who doesn't agree with her, and she goes on to kill everyone who doesn't agree with her, with the only ones allowed to live being those who admit that she was right and they were wrong (Claude, Seteth). People accuse her of manipulating her friends into thinking that all of the horrible things she's having them do will be worth it, and she goes on to tell her friends that all of the horrible things she is having her them do will totally be worth it.
At this point it's almost like it's not so much that Cap'n is disregarding the criticisms other characters make against Woobiegard so much as it is him deliberately writing it so that Woobiegard's sole goal in life is to prove everyone's negative words about her completely right. But also apply it to, like. Everything in the fic too
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New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 16 - Little Trickster
Warnings: Language, some violence
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: The kids along with Security Captain set out to get revenge on Mickey and Lou
Guest OCs: The usual OCs
Guest Characters: Security Captain, Gina Guerra, The Twins, Irwin Smalls.
Note: Security Captain is gender neutral. They/Their/Them pronouns. @athenalillystar didn't help out with this chapter, but it's always nice to give her a shout out for the work she's done for me!. As perusual this is a Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover. 
A/N: Also my dumbass accidentally deleted chapter 14. So I have to re-upload that chapter 🙄🙄
Taglist: @wargames94  @rabbitsoldier  @mrsladydiana  @vicki-the-sinner  @maybeitslizzy  @heyyitsbeckie @thatgaymer3
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The next morning, Captain gets up from their nasty fall caused by the twins. They slowly and painfully go up the stairs to the same room where all that shit happened. Finding Paige and Kate still cuffed on the floor with the blood from Thomas and Barbara. 
Not long later, perhaps a day or two later, Carmina gets intel that the twins are running some demolition derby at The Meat Grinder. The winner gets to have a dinner celebration with the twins.
Paige and Kate think this would be a great opportunity to send those little bitches a message about hitting their home, and trying to break them apart. Killing their godmother.
They ain’t gonna take it, they’re gonna get some shit on those little cunts. Of course they sent their kids out to “spy” on them, and surprise attack them, or at least sabotage them to embarrassment. 
Cristina, Jeff, Tom, Bianca and Daenerys, the usual group. Set out on their spy, and sabotage mission along with the help of the Security Captain who was recently ambushed by the Highwaymen and the twins.
As they're preparing, Paige approaches her kids, “I don’t want to put you all on the frontlines of this shit, but I know putting an end to them is what you all want”. She moves her eldest to the side to talk to her, “I know you and Barb were close” she tells her. “I remember there was a quote from an old, well not necessarily old, but there was a quote the main character said, and it stuck with me forever. Revenge is a fool’s game. Vengeance isn’t always the answer”.
“So, you’re saying we shouldn’t go after them? After everything they’ve done?” Cris asks her mother. 
“No, you should, this is Barbara’s and Rush’s redemption. Barb would’ve wanted us to avenge her death” she tells her.  Killing Garrett Barnes, and holding Thomas Rush hostage, saving him, and only for the twins to kill him in front of Cap. Gina Guerra, who is an ex Highwaymen, and hates the twins. Helps them in on their sabotage game. 
“I told the twins I wanted them to keep my baby out of their shit, and they didn’t listen” Gina tells the kids, “Now this shit is personal”.
“Don’t worry Gina. We’re gonna take care of them.” Cristina tells her.
“Children listen” Cap tells them, they all turn to face them, “If we’re gonna get those twins. We’re gonna do it my way”.
Cristina scoffs, “Okay Cap, how are we gonna get them back? What’s the plan?!”. 
They roll their eyes at the smartass Winchester, “We have Gina. If anyone knows anything about the twins. It’s her”. 
They plan on going to the Meat Grinder, and since Cap has their issues with the twins. They agreed to help out the Winchester family as well.
“So what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna stake out the joint, and see if the twins are really there” they tell the kids.
“Or!.” Cristina tells them, “Or we can go to Irwin Smalls. Since he’s the twins right hand man, or so he calls himself”.
“Isn’t he a Highwayman?!?” they ask.
“Yeah. He’s a high ranking member but he is also not well respected because he is known to betray his allies, and constantly argue with the twins. So it’s safe to say he’s good in my book” Cristina tells them. 
“How can we even trust this Irwin dude?!?” they ask.
“My mom has gotten shit from him before on the twins” Thomas tells Cap, “Not only our family, but the Rye’s, and pretty much everyone that lives in Prosperity knows something about the twins from Irwin”.
Captain sighs, “Okay. Okay fine we’ll go to this Irwin Smalls guy. But I swear if he turns on us, and tells the twins about us sabotaging them. I swear I will-”. 
They aren’t able to complete their threat because the eldest Winchester steps in. “Do what Cap?’ she snaps, “Kill us?. Hurt us? Turn us over to the twins?. Because if you do that, you’re gonna be in deep shit with our family, and they’ll come after your ass”.
They don’t say anything because she’s right. Her parents, their family will hunt them down. It’s best to keep their mouths shut. They go to see Irwin, and he gives them the info about the race at the Meat Grinder, as well as some fight club at the Bonecrusher pit, and of course he suggests that the Captain should participate in the race, win and take out the twins. 
It should be easy right?!. Thinking they should bring Carmina Rye with them since they need someone who was actually responsible to have their back. Not that they didn’t think the Winchester kids weren’t responsible, but they’re too hot headed, and they seem to turn on those who weren’t family, or sided with them.
Despite they all want the same fucking thing. Taking out those damn twins. That night, midnight, Cap put on a Highwayman biker suit, kept the helmet on the whole time. They were able to win that brutal race. Killing the "Warden" of the Bullet Farm, some dude named Frank, kinda easy to kill, for Cap at least it was. He was suppose to take part of the derby, and well, not anymore, thanks to them.
Thanks to Irwin, for getting them a suit, and a ride for the derby. Fire, explosions and bullets. Goddamn that shit was fucking brutal.
Loud, but also fun to watch some sad stragglers kill each other just to sit down, and eat a meal with the twins. Kinda sad, but they end up losing a limb or two, so there’s that.
The kids watch this whole thing from the outside. Keeping themselves hidden. Hiding inside a broke down old school bus that is now one with the ground.  
“Well at least they had the sense to bring Carmina along” Cristina whispers to Bianca as they all watch this “Demolition Derby Battle to the Death”. 
A dude over the PA system hyping up the drivers and getting rowdy. 
As the chaos goes on, Tommy turns to Dany, and says “Hey since Cap is killing some HWM, and everyone is pretty much occupied with the derby and killing each other. You should work up your trickster games, and find out where the twins are hiding out”.
She nods in agreement, “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a great idea” she ties her hair in a ponytail, and puts her jacket hood up, “I’ll be right back”.
She leaves to find a way into the joint, stealth mode style, while the others stay behind and keep an eye on the derby. She runs to the side of the arena, and finds a tower with a ladder going up, when she gets to the top of the ladder, she sees a Highwayman with his back to her. 
She pulls out her hunting knife, and stealth kills him. Stabbing him in the throat. She looks around, watching the cars passing each other, gunfire and explosions. A place that is not meant for a teenager. Looking for a way into the smaller building in the middle of the track. 
“Come on, come on. There has to be a way in” she says to herself.
The others see her kill the dude, no one can see since everyone is preoccupied with the murder derby.
“Shit Dany just killed a dude” Cristina whispers to the others. 
She runs around to the other side of Meat Grinder, hiding behind the giant “YES” sign, and a giant cheeseburger.
She sees an entrance in the smaller building. “The twins might be in there” she says to herself. She squeezes herself between the gaps in the fence.
Looking out for any fast moving vehicles, and semi trucks. 
She carefully walks along the sides of the dirt race track. A fence in the small building in the middle, she can easily squeeze herself through.
When the last vehicle, a giant semi truck passes, she dashes across the track, jumps onto the tires, and climbs over the chain link fence. Dropping onto some pieces of metal, bins and tires.
A few Highwaymen hear the loud metal drop. “Did you hear that?!” one asks the other.
“Yeah I think it was over there” the other answers. 
Dany jumps into a broken down car to hide in. Footsteps approach where she dropped down from.
“I know it was over here” HWM says to the other, “It came from over here!”.
The other one scoffs, “Yeah sure. Let’s go, Mickey and Lou are inside waiting for the derby winner to go in”.
She can see their feet, peeking up and sees their helmet covered faces. 
They walk away, and go inside the small room in the graffitied building.
Back on the outside, Cristina, Bianca, Jeff, Tommy and Carmina watch the race, and Cap was able to pull it off, and win the race.
“Shit, I didn’t think they were gonna make it” Bianca says to the others.
“Yeah me neither” Jeff replies. 
“Looks like Cap is going inside the middle building” Carmina says.
“I think Daenerys snuck in there” Cristina adds.  
Irwin was praising Captain for winning the derby. The plan was for Cap to win the derby, get to the dinner celebration and take out the twins, and all the Highwaymen there. Simple plan.
Dany was able to find an open between the walls. Walking between the metal walls of the place. 
On the other side, she hears two muffled voices, female and from what she can hear it sounds like they're arguing, or probably having some sort of disagreement. 
When she gets closer, she’s able to look through a small opening between the metal panels, and sees the twins.
Mickey and Lou, having an argument.
“I told you Lou, I have the final say!” Mickey argues.
“You always fucking do this!!” Lou spits back, “I don’t care, if daddy wanted it go this way”.
“He’s dead!. I have the final say. Not the both of us. Only one of us!” Mickey says back. 
“Whatever. The old man is dead, we run this motherfucker!” she says back, “Not just you, both of us!”.
“Fuck it, the winner is coming in” Mickey says.
The arguments between the two sisters reminds Dany of when Cris and Jeff argue. The ol' 'I'm the oldest' this, 'I have the final say' that.
A few moments later the metal doors open, and Cap walks in.
“Cap?” Dany whispers. Lou, and a few other HWM sitting at the table, laughing and talking. 
“Hey, I know you” Lou says, pointing to Cap, “Derby winner. Man, you put on a show”.
Laughter, and rambling from everyone at the table. 
“Thank you all for being here!” Mickey says out loud as she walks into the room, “Come along way for some of you. Fun as this is, we can’t stay long”.
Everyone murmurs to each other in, and groan in annoyance. “Been some new development. Got a proposition for you all” she says.
Daenerys tilts her head in confusion as Mickey says this. Moving along between the metal walls, trying to get a better view of the dinner celebration.
“Come on it!!”.
A man, dressed like he belongs in the Paleolithic era walks into the room.
They all laugh, “Who the fuck is he” one of the male HWM asks.
“He is our numero uno problem solver” Mickey says.
“He’s gonna take us up north, and hook us up with some crazy. What the fuck is it? Fruit?” Lou says. 
“A sacred fruit. The miracle of New Eden” he says.
The elder twin speaks up, “Yeah, that’s it. Our boy says that fruit will give you strength like you can’t fucking believe. And, for the right price, we’re willing to share with y'all”.
“New Edener?” Dany whispers, “Sacred fruit?”.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” one of them speaks up, “We’re the strongest already”.
“Damn straight!” another one says.
“For real” Lou says, “I’ve seen it”.
“You hear yourself? Sacred fruit. Un-fucking-believeable”. 
“You’re going soft in your head like you pops?”.
They all start to laugh like a bunch of goddamn hyenas. Lou breaks a plate on the table, uses the broken piece and stabs the dude in the neck. Making everybody go silent. Mickey smirks at all this. 
“Any other observations?” she asks, the dudes head dropa onto the table. 
“What the fuck?!” Dany whispers in shock. 
The New Edener speaks up, “I will give you the sacred fruit only if you do as we agree. I want you to burn New Eden to the ground”.
“A deal is a deal, man. We’re reliable” the youngest twin says.
“Now” he orders, they all glare at him “We must do it now”.
“Come the fuck on” Lou says, getting up from her chair, “Man, we’re gonna burn this motherfucking shit to the ground”.
Mickey, Lou and the New Edener leave the room.
“Magic fruit that makes you powerful? Bullshit” a HWM says to Captain, laughing at the bullshittery of this so called magical fruit.
Captain stands up, walks towards the open door, leaves and immediately comes back in. Guns blazing.
Daenerys moves forward between the walls to find a way out of this gun fight before she gets hit from behind the walls. Back on the outside, the other kids see all this. Alarms going off. 
“Shit, I think they found Captain out” Cris mutters. "You think they did?." Carmina asks her. "I'm sure of it." she responds.
They all rush the place, killing HWM in the process, looking for Daenerys and Captain. 
They run towards the now slowly opening garage, and see Cap getting into a vehicle, they see the group of teenagers. “Get it!!!” they yell. Without a 2nd thought or hesitation they all get into the vehicle, except Cristina.
“We need to find Daenerys!!” she yells, reminding the others about the youngest and smallest Winchester. 
After she says this, Little Trickster herself jumps down from a vent in the ceiling.
“I’m here, and I got some interesting info” she tells them.
“Me too!.” Cap shouts, “Now get it!!”. 
Getting into the truck, and taking off full speed, running over some Highwaymen in the process, like human speed bumps. Full on Fast and the Furious style driving. They drive far enough to where they lose their tracks from those masked assholes. 
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Even though it makes no sense at all for them to play genshin,
I think Diluc and Kaeya would probably main each other. Diluc would say its because he's had the starter character for longer hence had more time time to build him but honestly he just thinks Kaeya is cool. Kaeya claims its to prove that Diluc can in fact do a lot of damage in the game regardless of what the people online say (he's a thinly veiled meta slave) but most of all he likes to hear his brother's voice somewhat happy again
Also Childe mains c6 Qiqi and carries all his team members in domains. He's a whale but its okay because it's not his money it's fatui money
...Bennett also mains c6 Qiqi but he gets carried in domains. F2p, actually really skilled at the game but he has suffered under the resin system and artifact system a lot
Fischl probably mains herself. She's not vain, but is it really her fault if her animations look so cool?
Razor is not great at the game but his aiming is pretty good. He probably likes to play as his friends regardless of whether they're good or if he's built them properly. Perpetually at ar25 because he refuses to do the ascension quests. The second he does eventually do them he ends up jumping to ar 50
Jean has Barbara dps and everyone's kinda scared of her they're all glad the game doesn't have a pvp thing
Barbara is just kinda spamming the attack button without thinking at all, she's much better at the exploration part of the game. Has 100% exploration on dragonspine
Diona likes to attack npcs
Mona has the most mora in the game which is painful for her because she doesn't have any in real life- f in the chat
Albedo spends most of his play time farming stuff. You join his world for coop to farm and he's like sure you can try. And you're like try??? What do you mean? And then it turns out every single farming spot is already empty somehow
Diluc is F2P, but who mains Kaeya cause he just likes how Kaeya plays. But he's been super duper lucky and has a bunch of unbuilt 5stars.
Kaeya was a meta slave until he learned Diluc had a Hu Toa with a Homa that he never uses because he prefers playing Kaeya and quote. "I like your little disappearing trick"
That caused Kaeya to drop everything and start pulling on a standard for Diluc (he already has a Wolf Grave's Stone lvl 90 for him). He doesn't care about new banners. He just wants Diluc. But he currently has a C6 Jean and a C4 Qiqi. No Diluc.
Do you want to know who does have Diluc, though? Childe. C6 Diluc and a C6 Qiqi. And that Man totally whales. All his 5 stars are C6 with R5 signature weapons. He doesn't even play that much, and he's nearly always resin capped. And Qiqi is the only character built to do any kind of damage.
Well, Diluc has the best F2P luck; Bennett has the worst. C10 Qiqi. baby. He's never one a 50/50, and his luck is the same with the artifacts. He only got a decent set after he let Fischl play for him.
Fischl is an absolute 4-star man. She would lead a revolution against the 5-stars if she could.
Razor just gathers, goes hunting, and plants all day. All his characters still only have 3-4 star artifacts.
Jean probably is a pretty strong meta follower, but DPS barbara is her favorite to play.
Barbara just plays characters who make her happy! Being Jean Rosaria Bennett and Diluc. Does her team have the best synergy? Not really, but he loves playing it anyway.
Diona stole her dad's card to get a C6 Klee. And she likes throwing bombs around the Dawn winery. She has a C3 Diluc she never uses.
Mona has terrible luck with characters, so her insane amount of mora comes from her playing since day one, and she's only gotten like 4 five stars. She literally has nothing to spend her mora on.
Albedo likes farming and fishing. A few people have given him their account info, and he's R5 Lvl 90 the catch for them.
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we are not our demons (14/24) - bruce wayne x batmom
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Author’s note: As you can probably tell from the middle part, this follows into Suicide Squad.
Damian's and Dick's appearance was pretty much impromptu here, but it actually fit in the story. What can I say? I love it when my muse just demands their presence. I'm a little sucker for Damian, sue me.
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And you had a lot on your mind now
Your mind (your mind), it’s true
So, tell me the truth was it me than
Who needed you (you)
— You by Two Feet -
It turned out that working under Bruce Wayne had its perks. Either that was the reason for him letting Ellie leave at 3 pm—it was more of an order judging by the text message she received—or it had more to do with her functionality as technical support in a certain cave.
As soon as his name swiped over her screen in a notification, her heart jumped wildly beneath her rib cage. Damn him and his astounding ability to monopolize all of her sentiments. As much as Ellie tried to ‘get over’ what happened last night, it was hard to forget about that kiss.
All warm and soft. Making her all gooey inside while she forgot everything around her.
The cool wind stroking the side of her head was like a wake-up call to her surroundings after she exited through the transparent doors of Wayne Enterprises. Heavy raindrops pelted down her umbrella with every step outside.
Despite wearing thick-rimmed glasses covering her face, her eyes still constricted to prove to herself what she was seeing wasn’t a mirage. If her glasses weren’t fooling her, the man himself who had been clouding her mind before, was leaning like a devil-may-care billionaire against his sleek, black Aston Martin parked at the curb. His feet were crossed, and one hand was safely hidden in the pockets of his pants while the other held up his own umbrella from the severe weather conditions.
Before Ellie knew it, she was standing a few feet away from him and tilted her head in speculation. Her eyes whipped around, like she was scandalized at the thought of being seen with Bruce.
“What are you doing?”
Bruce shrugged his shoulders, as if there was nothing wrong. “Parking my car. Why? Is there something wrong with it?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the biting wind.
Ellie inched the strap of her purse higher to ward off the autumn chill, despite the coat she was wearing. As far as she remembered, Bruce was a human heater, so she was a bit flabbergasted that he needed a warm, black overcoat over his suit—of course, everything in a classic black—that gave him a mysterious aura.
Ellie pursed her lips, playing along with him. “Nope. I just wondered what the following words meant—” She whipped out her phone to correctly quote the message Bruce had sent to her. “You can go home now. PS—not a request.” Ellie looked up again. “Short question: how close were you to using caps to get your message across?”
Bruce rolled his eyes.
So, that’s where Damian got it from. Or maybe his son was finally rubbing off on him.
“I don’t write in caps, ever. Just…” Bruce’s smile seemed strained when he nudged his head towards the car. “Just get in the car, Ellie.”
Ellie sighed lowly. “Your manners are getting worse, Bruce.”
He groaned at her words, turning his body sideways. “You sound like Alfred.”
“Ah, so it must be true then.” Without waiting for his gentleman ways to show up, Ellie turned to the passenger door, only to find it still locked. “Bruce, will you do the honors?” the young woman sighed.
Bruce furrowed his eyebrows playfully. “If you say ‘please’.”
Ellie’s voice turned saccharine. “Please, for the love of God, open this frigging door, so I can finally purr inside the warmth of your car.”
With a smirk on his face, Bruce lifted the car keys in the air and flamboyantly pressed a button.
At his display of arrogance, Ellie rolled her eyes. “God, I forgot what a dick you could be sometimes,” she complained under her breath and released a sigh as soon as she was in the cozy, warm safety of the Aston. At once, Ellie was forced to take her glasses off to let their fogged-up state disappear over time.
Bruce was still chuckling mirthfully when he got inside as well, letting the inside of the car make a purring sound. He barely showed any reaction when Ellie asked, “And Alfred’s okay with me operating the system tonight?”
Bruce made a grunting sound. “You keep on asking that question, Ellie. But don’t worry about that. It’ll be a relief for Alfred to worry less about me, you know? Maybe you guys can find some sort of accord.”
“So, you only want me to worry about you tonight? Alright.” Ellie rubbed her hands together, slowly getting used to the toasty-warm feeling flowing through her fingers. “Have you talked to Babs recently?”
Bruce raised his eyebrows and sent her a piercing glance—long enough to make her worry about their safety—as he was meandering through the thick traffic of Gotham. Bruce turned his gaze back through the windshield once he saw her facial expression.
Ellie’s eyes shifted anxiously to her twiddling thumbs before her hands spasmed in her lap. Instead, she chose to place her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just—I don’t know.” Ellie exhaled jadedly through her mouth. “I’m getting the feeling that Babs feels lonely. I feel guilty that I don’t talk to her more often.”
“I’m going to talk to Alfred about that. Maybe I’ll have a chat with her later on.”
“Okay, great.” Ellie breathed out a sigh of relief.
Bruce sent her a furtive glance out of the corner of his eye. “Feeling better now?”
She smiled shyly with a small nod. “Immensely, yes. Thank you.”
Bruce nodded, pleased with that. “Anytime.”
The rest of the car ride was spent in amicable conversation. Temporarily, it actually made her forget the obvious elephant riding along in the car, and it surprised her how Bruce could talk about anything else but that kiss. Ellie brushed a few hairs behind her ear and simultaneously peeked at him from under her eyelashes.
They were winding down the unpaved pathway which suggested they were about five minutes from their destination. Bruce didn’t even have to glance back at her to feel her inquiring look on him. “What?”
Ellie shook her head. “Nothing.” Maybe she should just follow his lead and ignore their kiss ever happened.
The pebble stones made a crunching sound under his wheels before Bruce steered the car into the garage. Silently, they stepped out of the vehicle. The temperature inside wasn’t as cool as it was outside, so Ellie unbuttoned her coat and walked alongside Bruce through the corridor.
“Why don’t you get inside the cave already? I need to get some things first. I’ll be right behind you. Wait, let me take your coat.”
“Alright. Thanks.” Ellie nodded her head in agreement and took the jacket off her shoulders into his waiting arms, surprised by Bruce’s hindsight and care, before their paths inevitably separated.
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Barely a few minutes of rebooting the computer system passed when the dull thuds of Bruce’s footsteps entered the Batcave.
Something smelled delicious in the air. Her nostrils flared, sniffing the new scent spreading around the lair before a ‘Big Belly Burger’ paper bag was gently placed on the metallic bench next to the keyboard.
“Uh, …” Ellie felt far too speechless to let other words slip through her mouth. Her eyes met his with a silent question.
“It’s going to be a long night, Ellie,” Bruce said without contributing anything else. “There’s a burger inside, you know, and some fries to tide you over.”
“Thanks.” Ellie smiled appreciatively before opening the bag to take a long and ecstatic sniff of its contents. “Extra onion rings and sauce to practically drown in?”
“Of course.”
“Perfect,” Ellie sighed blissfully.
Bruce leaned with the insides of his palms against the edge of the table. “Can you get me access to the Iceberg Lounge? I need CCTV of the nightclub and the map for its street corner.”
Ellie asked the rhetorical question, “Did I hack the database of the FBI when I was 12?” After the rise of Bruce’s eyebrow, she elaborated with a careful speaking tempo, “I mean, not that I would actually do that.”
Bruce huffed at her statement before crossing his arms over his chest, choosing not to add anything else.
The cave was filled with her accelerated keystrokes until a street map expanded on the computer screen, revealing the zoomed-in location of the nightclub.
“Put the live feed of the Iceberg Lounge on the big screen.” Bruce already turned away and shifted his focus on the massive TV screen suspended close to the ceiling facing her.
“Alright, you got it.” While Ellie did her hacker magic—as she liked to call it—and her eyes focused on the code flowing down her screen, she spoke, “You know, I wonder if it should surprise me that Penguin doesn’t have more airtight security. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s still a bit harder to breach than Arkham.”
Bruce could barely snort with derision before the computer display and the linked television revealed the club’s footage. “I’ll try to find you a more sophisticated security network next time.”
“Oh, please. I’d love that.” Ellie made a praying motion in thanks to Bruce’s insight to her craving more of a challenge.
Ellie turned in her chair to watch the staff’s movements on the big screen with Bruce, silently wondering if she was allowed to call it the Bat-TV.
Absent-mindedly, her fingers dug into her fast-food selection and scarfed down two fries at once. She stood up from her chair with a heavy sigh and stopped next to Bruce.
“Not a lot going on right now.” She licked the salt from the tips of her fingers. “I reckon it’s going to be more exciting at 6 PM when the club officially opens.” Ellie swiveled her head expectantly to her left until her brown eyes lingered on Bruce. “So, what’s the plan here?”
“Did you—?”
“Yep.” The brunette woman chewed rapturously on the potato fry, feeling grateful for Bruce getting her some French Fries since it had been some time since she had those. “Facial recognition is running through the system for Joker and Quinn. The moment they’ll enter this place we’ll know.”
“Good.” Bruce nodded, pleased with that development before his head turned towards her again in consideration. “Did Ivy mention the time of Joker’s deal taking place?”
With her lips pursed, Ellie tilted her head. “Not exactly. Only that it would occur at night.”
Bruce shrugged, becoming resolute in his determination. “I’m going to hit the streets then.” The intent in Bruce’s eyes became obvious. “Can I count on you to stay here?”
Ellie rolled her eyes, cocking her head at the absurd insinuation. “Expensive drinks and lousy atmosphere? No, thank you, Sir. I may like penguins, but I have no interest in meeting this one.”
Snorting chuckles left Bruce as he stalked away to suit up.
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Ellie had the first bite of her gifted burger and was relishing in the special spicy ‘Big Belly’ sauce when it dribbled down the corner of her mouth.
“I smell food!” Dick’s voice called out in elation when he bounded down the stairs, seemingly exceptionally motivated by the delicious smell. His youngest brother Damian followed behind him, but with a slower pace and not as enthusiastic.
Ellie’s eyebrows lifted in the air at Dick’s nose smelling the finest scents in his environment. “No, you don’t!” she exclaimed in defense and turned her body away to shield her food from him, but it was already too late. “You’re like a bloodhound, Dick,” Ellie mumbled quietly.
He was within reach when his fingers delved into her white bag with the red, yellow and white emblem at the side. Before Ellie could even protest, Dick devoured a handful of fries.
“No one told me there was going to be food,” he replied through a mouthful of food.
Ellie’s narrowed eyes were aimed at Dick’s thieving hands. She was more disgruntled than truly annoyed. “Gee, I wonder why.”
With his mouth still chewing, he replied, “Wow, you’re as bad as Dami when it comes to sharing, huh?”
Damian’s only answer was to sigh.
Dick’s gaze met the computer display which had the facial recognition program running through the system. His features darkened once the two mugshots caught his eye. “Bonnie and Clyde, huh? I’m guessing our dear ol’ dad is playing cops and robbers without telling me,” Dick pondered under his breath.
“Uh…” The objection of the blue-eyed man sounded legit, but sometimes it was hard to understand Bruce’s plans when he refused to divulge them. “I’m sure Bruce has a strategy that he didn’t unfold yet.”
Dick only sighed before crossing his arms. “No need to sound like a diplomat, Ellie. Is that the Iceberg Lounge?”
Ellie hummed meekly in agreement before Dick mumbled, “We’re going to need more food.”
Damian was a silent companion at her left side while Dick did a quick snack run into the kitchen.
“You’re not supervising Dick’s every move?” Ellie sent Damian, who took a seat next to her, an inquiring glance that bordered on teasing. It surprised her that he harbored no issues in sitting so close to her.
As a reply, Damian shrugged, like he couldn’t care less what Dick did in his free time. “I will see what he brings.”
“Did someone call my name?”
Ellie rolled her eyes before she could stop that gesture.
“Here, I got you your yogurt, Damian.”
The younger boy’s grunt was the equivalent of a pleased affirmation. Those small grunts really came close to the sounds Bruce uttered sometimes. Ellie’s eyes caught the label on the lid of the yogurt cup.
“Soy yogurt with berries?” she asked with a curious nature.
“I’m a vegetarian,” Damian declared before his spoon popped into his mouth.
Ellie’s eyebrows rose in the air at that new development which came out of nowhere. “What? And no one cared to tell me? Why didn’t Alfred mention that months ago when I asked him about your guys’ allergies?”
Her eyes caught Damian’s softening, although Dick wrapping his arm around hers diverted her attention. “You’re adorable, Ellie.”
She only nudged the man’s side playfully, though the comfy feeling in her belly showed her how comfortable she felt in their company.
The beeping sound emanating from the Batcomputer brought her back to the present. Ellie slid her chair close to find the system had detected their fugitives. “Back to work,” Ellie mumbled and opened her line to reach Bruce’s communication link.
“Batman, come in.”
“I’m here. Any news?”
Ellie kept a close eye on the green-haired psychopath and his sidekick entered the stage while replying, “Affirmative. I’ve got eyes on Quinn and the Joker. They just got into the nightclub.”
“Copy. I see Joker’s Lamborghini,” Bruce commented distastefully—either from Joker’s choice of color, the model in general, or maybe that personalized license plate—before he got serious again. “I’ll let you know when there’s a new type of development. Out.”
At the end of his transmission, Ellie shut off her comm link and leaned back in her chair, exhaling loudly. “Why does this feel like it’s going to be a long night?”
“Perhaps your intuition is trying to tell you something,” Damian surmised flatly. Two heads turned towards him with blank stares.
“What?” The young boy wondered, truly perplexed by their reaction. “I wasn’t insulting anybody.”
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Dick’s boisterous munching of popcorn made a crunching sound in the silent cave. If she wasn’t as focused on the high-speed chase between Batman and the Joker—
it was more like the masked knight was lying on the hood of the car, trying to get the upper hand—
Ellie would have said some words about Dick’s manners, or lack thereof.
Ever since he ditched the Batmobile, and the dashboard camera footage wasn’t available, her only source was the CCTV live feed of the city.
“Are you feeling entertained, Dick?”
He shrugged, but still kept on stuffing his face. “What can I say? It’s been some time since I’ve seen a high-speed chase. I’ll take what I can get.”
The dwindling number of feeds was starting to worry her. “I won’t be able to be of much help. There aren’t a lot of CCTV cameras Downtown.”
“I’m aware,” Bruce grunted through their transmission link.
Ellie’s eyebrows creased when Joker’s route started to dawn on her, and after a second glance at the map, she announced through Bruce’s radio link, “Batman, Joker’s close to Gotham Harbor.”
There was radio silence on his end. Ellie pursed her lips in anxiety when he didn’t react to her notification. “Batman, do you copy?” She thrummed her fingers against the desk when the deafening buzz of their connection touched her ears. “Damn it, remote control,” Ellie muttered under her breath.
She was practically operating on autopilot when she synchronized with remote control the Batmobile to the transmitter in Bruce’s suit. Letting it navigate swiftly through Gotham’s traffic until it finally arrived at its destination. She was grateful to Bruce’s prescience in providing all the suits with a GPS locator and included health stats to observe their well-being during missions.
Ellie nibbled on her bottom lip while the location of Batman in the harbor didn’t soothe her concerns. His heartbeat was slightly elevated.
Dick crossed his arms over his chest. “Who knew that Bruce’s paranoia would one day pay off?”
“Paranoia doesn’t have to be a bad thing, you know?” Damian retorted from her left.
He sent his adoptive brother a thorough glimpse over her shoulder. “You guys really are related,” Dick grumbled lightly.
“Guys, hush.” Ellie didn’t expect to be the voice of reason in the end, but desperate times. She tilted her head in befuddled scrutiny of the screen revealing Bruce’s location being congruent with the tracker on the Lamborghini. “Did the Joker ditch his car?”
Ellie’s breathing returned to normal when Bruce’s bulking figure stepped into the view of the dashboard camera, with Harley Quinn hanging over his shoulder.
“Dude, he ditched his girlfriend,” Dick recapped in bafflement.
Harley Quinn’s dripping body was laid on the hood of the Batmobile before Bruce—after a serious length of hesitation—put his mouth on hers and attempted to return life into her lungs.
They had a pretty good view of the Bat blowing air between Harley’s lips—
Ellie was unable to comprehend what she was witnessing when all of a sudden, Harley’s pale hand reached for the back of his cowl and her mouth crashed vigorously into his.
Fervently kissing him.
Ellie’s heart stuttered in her chest at the unsettling display and even more that Bruce needed four excruciating seconds to sever their lips. There was a simmering ache settling low in her belly. Ellie cursed herself for feeling this way in the first place.
Dick’s slothful, almost slow-motion, nibbling aroused true irritation on her face when she turned her head. That and judging from his twinkling eyes gave her the sobering impression that he didn’t mind this type of entertainment this night had turned into.
Ellie’s focus was barely on Bruce’s radio transmission when he announced gruffly, “The Joker got away. I got Harley Quinn. Sending her to Arkham now.”
Dick’s feelings were clear as day when he groaned and threw his head back.
Her voice sounded terse when she relayed, “Copy and out.”
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