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jackles010378 · 7 months

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Never been kissed:

It had been a easy hunt, which was extremely rare. You Sam, Dean and Cas got back to the motel and you all decided you'd find a local bar and let loose for a few hours. You weren't that bothered about going out but you knew they wouldn't leave you alone, if you didn't go they would only leave Cas with you and well he's not very good at keeping up a conversation for long.

You had a separate room from the boys just for your own privacy. So you took a shower. You couldn't decide how to wear your hair so you just left fall loose on your shoulders. There was a natural curl to your hair so you thought it would look ok.

The boys had gotten ready, well Cas is Cas he never changes out of that trench coat. You can't remember the last time you saw him without it. You heard a knock on your door and told them you'd be there in a minute. You could have sworn you heard the eldest Winchester moan slightly. Ah, Dean Winchester. The man that has stalked your dreams for last 2 years.

Anyway, you grab your purse and head out to the guys "finally y/n, was thinking you weren't coming" Dean said as you notice him look you up and down. But you guessed you were imagining it, why would Dean even look at you like that. To say that you two didn't get on was an understatement. He was always off with you and barely ever spoke or looked at you. So you didn't pursue your feelings for him because you knew he didn't reciprocate them.

Dean drove you all to the nearest bar. You, Cas and Sam went and found a table whilst Dean said he'd get the drinks, yeah more like flirt with the barmaid you thought. Every time you would go out with Sam and Dean, Dean would always ditch the two of you for whatever hook up he landed that night. And every time you'd wished it was you going out that door with him.

Dean brought the drinks over and went straight back to the bar to finish his conversation with Brandie? or was it Mandy, you wasn't listening. You took a swig of your beer and that's when you looked up and saw him kissing her. You couldn't look away either. The way he kissed her had you mesmerized, you always wondered how those soft lips would feel on yours.

Cas had noticed you were staring at something so he followed your line of sight "ah, Dean seems to have caught another one" Sam swung round in his chair "yep, typical Dean". They both looked at you, you had tears in your eyes, "y/n you okay?" Cas asked you. Sam and Cas knew about your feelings for Dean and how it always hurt when you saw him with another women. You excused yourself saying you needed some air.

As you practically ran past the bar, Dean saw you and noticed you were upset "excuse me darlin, I'll be back in one second" he said to the barmaid he just had attached to his face.

Dean pushed the door open and looked around but he couldn't see you. He walked across the parking lot searching for where you went when he heard what sounded like crying. He followed the sounds of your sobs. When he rounded the side of Baby, he saw you sitting on the ground perched up against his car crying into your knees, face covered by your arms.

You didn't hear Dean sit down besides you, you didn't realise he was there at all until he put his arm around you and tried to pull you in for a hug. Your head shot up and you backed away slightly. "Dean, what are you doing out here?" You asked him, "well when I see my friend run out in tears I gotta see what's wrong don't I" you scoffed at that statement to which Dean quirked and eyebrow. "so Im your friend now huh" Dean looked at you confused, he always ignored you, you thought he tolerated you just for Sam and Cas's sake because they liked you. "Well yeah y/n, why would you think we're not friends" you couldn't look at him "you never talk to me, you always seem annoyed with me, if you want me to go I will, if I'm in your way just tell me and I ....................."

Your brain wasn't processing what was happening, but you felt the softest lips on yours. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that Dean was kissing you. The kiss was slow and sweet. Dean pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, you opened your eyes and were met with his hypnotic green orbs. "Wow, I never expected my first kiss to be with you of all people". Dean pulled his head back to look at you shocked "that was your first kiss y/n" you couldn't look at him. He pulled you both up off the ground, he placed a finger under your chin tilting your head up to look at him "I'm honoured to be your first kiss, and I don't want you to leave y/n, I have wanted to kiss you for a while, just didn't think you felt that way about me" again you scoffed at the statement laughing a little "are you kidding me, Im surprised you never noticed how I stare when you kiss other women, how jealous I get when you go home with them, wishing it was me. I have had the biggest crush on you since the moment I met you"

Dean cupped your face with both hands and lent in, "shall we try that kiss again or would you rather me go back to the barmaid" he said raising his eyebrow "I swear to god Dean Winchester you go back in that bar, there will be hell to pay" you propped yourself up on your tiptoes and kissed him. The kiss was everything you imagined, not too rough, not too much tongue, the perfect amount of pressure.

You pulled back in need of air and looked at Dean with a smile "what do you say we finish this off back at the bunker, I'll shoot Sammy a quick text tell him and Cas to find their own way home" you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss "that sounds like a great idea". Dean pulled out his phone and sent Sam a message, he dropped his phone back into his pocket "y/n, I'm gonna be your first and last kiss, come on sweetheart let's go home". You got into Baby and scooted over closer to Dean who placed his arm around you. You've never been happier than you are right now. To say that you didn't want to go out tonight, you're sure glad you did now ❤️

@kaleldobrev @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @deans-daydream @janineb86 @alternativeprincess94

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #jackles #jensen ross ackles #supernatural #spn cast #soldier boy #deanwinchtser #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean x reader #dean x y/n

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paint-it-dead · 3 months

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I finally read Berserk because I was intrigued by your Griffith posting and now he’s one of my fav characters ever. He was the most flawed but also the most interesting and complex character up until his “change”. He’s interesting too because he has his own worldview, his own goals, his own aesthetic that he’s crafted because he’s so motivated. He reminds me of a post going around about how a villain may be evil but the way he gets there is done with full self-expression, unlike the good guys who are always just there to react to the villain’s actions.

omg omg omg no way!!! my silly griffith posts convinced you to give berserk a try?? im so happy you have no idea, im honoured!! i always post and repost without thinking that anybody might actually be invested in my activity on here so this is a first for me lol! im just excited aaghhh

but yea he is quite incredible isnt he? i started berserk a while back with the full intention of just reading it and moving on but hey look at me now, still here lol. tbh ive been obsessed with manga and anime my whole life but no character has managed to make me as obsessed with them as griffith... i think it all started when i saw how people hated him(with good reason cus same lol) but never really gave him his flowers. i mean, he has inspired so many characters and so many plot-twists and still somehow they dont hold a candle to the original... i can accept (and welcome!!) hate when it comes to him, but i cant accept downplaying his writing or his complexity. that's a crime

all that being said, im soo so happy that you read berserk and didnt just turn away in disgust from it ,or griffith, the moment that you read it lol, cus thats the common reaction i've come to expect. and i LOVE that quote being used about him. it fits so nicely into everything berserk is. i've come to the conclusion that if guts is berserk's protagonist, then griffith is its plot. the author, in a way, gave full reign of the story over to griffith in the lost chapter, so in a way he became a vessel through which authorial intent and insight came to life within the story. so does this strip away his autonomy and conviction or does it reinforce it even further? who's to say. good ol' berserk really does go crazy meta at times huh?

so yeaaa thanks for the ask! we can talk more about berserk if you want, at any time, cus god knows i wont be leaving these trenches anytime soon lol

#yayy my first berserk ask!!#btw i do say anytime but im smack down in the middle of my finals season rn and they are KICKING MY ASS... so yea february im busy lol #but thanks for the ask i enjoyed it so muchhh aaaaa it made me go on a rant asghjkjehs💀💀😭#it was so well written!!!!!#berserk #griffith #ask

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humankoalaa · 2 years

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BATWOMAN SEASON FINALE!

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

before i get into the season finale of the best show on television with the best cast on television let’s establish something… wildmoore is the standard.

i hate flashbacks in finales 😫 HATE.

one thing about mary… she gon wear her leather pants and in the words of mrs. ryan wilder-moore (leave me alone im just practicing) looking fine as hell 🥵

alice… sweetie… there’s just so much to unpack here and it’s been 3 seconds 🥴 does arkham just not have guards? are those jumper cables? PAIN. this scene is pain.

all this crying right… how alice got more water coming out of her mouth than her eyes?

yeah definitely not jumper cables 😂

FIRST OF ALL.. sophie… who tf is batwoman because i only see cousin luke and a girlfriend present.

okay where is batwoman because ion like a girlfriends plan and she’s pacing. its giving very much not a chance 😫

mary… never apologize for being late. that is so unbecoming of you when you look that damn good.

look how she distracted me from her shit. alternatively give who to what? …

“mary…we know you feel a certain… whatever for her” 😂😂 i wanna be buried with this on my tombstone. remove mary and change feel to felt. that’s all i ask.

ryan: “… the buzzer created marquis” .. mary: “… the joker created marquis and if we’re splitting hairs he created alice too ” ….. huh? .. is it not essentiallly same thing mary?

mary… not even the devil is on your side so please 😒 and this is not what they meant when they told you to use your voice.

nobody:

mary: “.. i need to save alice’s life” …

y’all and the bat team: “WHAT ABOUT CATHERINE MARY?! “

me: “mary don’t even like these people”

catherine failed at faking a death and attempted murder, only to be murdered by alice her murderee and jacob is incarcerated. … alexa, play “i will always love you”. .. mary… .. dolly parton would like a word.

i can’t take marquis serious 🤣 the colored tips kill me cause they look like extensions 😫

ryan… he ain’t gon do shit.

under my umbrella ella ella ellla ay ay ay

is dana the only news reporter in gotham? … cause if she needs a break … sophie moore would like an application. SORRY.

and how the hold up open already…

heeeyyyy auntie. oooo she in pants y’all 👀 lemme find out auntie bout to be out in them trenches with the team.

you supposed to knock jada. who raised you?

“told you she doesn’t knock” 🤣🤣 exactly.

one thing about cousin luke… he don’t like nobody. the fucking blinking as jada impersonates his dad im crying 😂

it’s all of them staring at jada like … ….

🤣 i cannot stand them. this is seriously what batwoman is working with and somehow she’s still alive.

this mf said ryan went to run an errand 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

ok now it makes sense 😂

i just never know what alice is talking about.

the joker is such a weird chaotic villian. who just wants to kill a bunch of people and like the pettiest part of this shit is if you don’t die you’re just gonna look like shit forever 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

“not to throw shade on my own sex appeal here” 🤣🤣 why is she like this.

wait…. she gave alice the buzzer?

jada … first of alll i KNOW you not talking about trust.

“i need my mom” 😭

WAYMENT not jada growing up right in front of my acai bowl 😭 they grow up so fast.

“martini o’clock”… cute.

hamilfox banter 🥲 we love best friends.

luke please 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ she’s trying 😭

it’s sis eating pizza on the hood of her car for me. acid rain in the forecast she don’t even know it. bless.

“lord help me” 🤣🤣 tell me your team is useless without telling me.

sophie talking bombs. 10/10. more of that please.

ryan and sophie bickering is my religion and here i am to worship.

“im not losing you ryan.. you don’t get to play the crazy card with me…. im not losing you” 😭 iktfr say it with your chest sophie.

“nobody’s ever said that to me before” 🥲 trust me… we can tell 😂

just in case yalll forgot, wildmoore is the standard. the bar, pass go, collect 200 dollars, advance to free parking. money mi a preeeee iykyk 😬

here go this great value joker ruining the moment.

okay batwoman time to turn this shit around 😫 GET UP. also cousin luke… any moment now. aaannnyyyyy moment.

i swear to g-d she better not fall for this.

unbelievable 😂

ryan.. HURRYYYYYY 😫 alexa, play madonna 4 minutes.

marquis was gon have to be on his own because absolutely not. what street rat or weasel can save your ass 😫 apologize.

lawd don’t put my good sis through no more shit please 🥴 the lip thing 😭 it’s sophie not being afraid of anything until ryan leaves the room for me. ALEXA, play jason derulo marry me 😫 ugh. greatest love story ever told. argue with that lamp.

“you think im gonna die before you buy me dinner” .. same ryan, same.

🥺 luke. not the AI.

this poppycock joker like sit down 😫

batwoman… now i know you don’t kill. i know this. but you gon learn today. you got a girlfriend, a bat team, a mother, and a whole lot of shit to do. so … let. go.

“you really willing to ditch the bitch?” 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ i love their dynamic so much.

“if anyone can survive hard alice… it’s you” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

still properly confused about this buzzer situation.

“to be clear… we still aren’t friends” 😂

SOPHIE HURRY 😭😭😭😭 this is too much 😫

“call me batwing” 🥲❤️

ryda is my ship name for ryan and jada because ride or die okay that’s what happened and what a time to be alive 😭

y’all…. she got the girl, her best friends and her family. ryan wilder-moore, you deserve the world 😭

alice better come back eventually 🥺

they just meant they were gonnna disturb my peace with brunette alice.

girlfriends 😭 we really watched two black women fall in love y’all 😫 on the CW at that 🥲 i love it here. ion care too much about the political side of things but their story is just so personal to me for so many reason. to alll my sistas .. . finally🥲

I know they don’t have dana out in the middle of chernobyl reporting. throw the whole job away.

well shit .. never mind… rip.

ALSO, should that network cancel batwoman, we all understand the assignment right? because hbomax, netflix, hulu, radioshack and the lord himself will be hearing from my lawyers.

see y’all in season 4!

#wildmoore #batwoman #sophie moore #sophie x ryan #ryan x sophie #javecia leslie #meagan tandy

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the-enby-bird · 2 years

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Destined-- Discovery PT 3

Fuck forgot the title format for these

Oh and requests are still open, it might take a while but hey

Anyway here, it's one of the longest chapters I've written

Leviathantale by Skumhuu

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“Night, please.” Killer’s voice could be heard from where Cross and Horror lurked at the entrance to the trench. Dust, a few feet behind them, slowed to a stop, panting.

“Why’d ya stop?” He asked loudly, tilting his head.

“Shut.” Cross ordered, glaring.

Horror glared at Cross, lightly hitting him over the head. “Be nice.”

“Sorry.” Cross muttered sheepishly. “Didn’t mean it.”

“Figured. S'alright.” Dust swam up beside Horror. “So what’re we waitin’ for?”

“Night to give us permission. I… get the feeling barging in would. Not. Go over very well. Right now.”

“Why not?”

“Um.” A loud crash from within the trench interrupted Cross, and a flash of purple and cyan magic lit the water. “That. That is why.”

Dust shrugged. “He won’t hurt us. C’mon, it sounds like Kills can use a hand.”

“Dust-” Dust pushed past the two and shot off in the direction of the voices. “...Has this happened before?”

“...Not as far… Not as far as I know? Dusty’s been ‘ere longer…”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. Kills an’ Dusty were ‘ere first… I think Kills found Night before Bun did… Dunno fer sure.”

“Huh. So who’s older then?” Cross gestured for Horror to continue ahead, following once the other had moved.

“Night’s the… eldest? I think… Since ‘e’s a leviathan an’ all. Dusty’s… next? Maybe… Killer’s probably the youngest…” Horror looked at Cross, curiosity evident on his face. “How old are ya, anyway?”

“Old enough.”

“...Pearl?” A look of concern flashed across Horror’s face.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to get snippy!”

Horror sighed. “Yer stressed. Don’ need to apologise. It’s fine.”

Cross’s expression turned unreadable and he turned away from Horror. “No, no it’s not! I shouldn’t be hurting you because I’m upset!” He continues his rant, “I’ve done that enough to you all, I’m almost worse than-” He cut himself off, staring off into the distance.

“Cross…?” Horror set down his side of the net, reaching out.

Cross snapped back to face him, looking regretful. “Nothing. C’mon, Night needs us. Presumably.” He tugged the net after him, struggling to drag it without Horror’s help.

Horror stared after him, concern and confusion filling him. Upon seeing Cross struggle, he quickly shoots forward to pick up the net again. He looks longingly at Cross, wanting nothing more than to embrace his tiny mate, to squeeze all the pain out of him.

The water behind them is disturbed, Killer swimming out of the shadows to wrap his arms around Horror. “Hey big guy, good to see ya!” He glances at the net, grinning. “Good haul too, did tiny help?”

Cross didn’t answer, his expression drifting back to unreadable.

Killer’s grin fell, and he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Crossy okay?” He asked Horror, letting go of the larger monster. He drifted to his side, eyes never leaving Cross.

“‘E’s stressed… Might’ve said somethin’ wrong ta ‘im… ‘e looked mad?”

Killer sighed, looking tired. “Geez, nothin’ can go our way today, can it…” He muttered under his breath, before turning to Horror. “Look big guy, it’s fine. Kay? He- We’re fine.” He kissed Horror’s cheek, resting his hand on his shoulder a moment longer. “Now c’mon, Night wants cuddles.”

“How… is he?”

“He’s… Fine. A tad sleepy, but he’s not gonna die.” Killer thought for a moment. “I’m sure the food’ll help a lot. So let’s go, you haven’t seen tiny Night yet and let me tell you, he is fucking adorable.”

“Why is ‘e tiny anyway?”

Killer shrugged. “Dunno. He didn’t explain much. Just said it was cause he’s sick… Who knows though.”

The two were startled by a yelp from Cross. Spinning around to look at him again, they found him in the grasp of Nightmare’s tentacles. Cross looked surprised, but didn’t seem upset-- at least, not any more upset.

Cross tried to twist around to face Nightmare, but instead was yanked backward into the crevice that Nightmare was tucked in. Killer’s expression turned worried, but only for a second before laughter bubbled out of the crack. Killer cackled, letting go of Horror to swim closer. “Oh Niiighty~” He sang, grin growing, “Big guy and tiny brought’cha food!”

“Horror did a-” Cross tried to speak up but was cut off mid-sentence.

Nightmare poked his head out, illuminated in the purple glow of what appeared to be Cross’s blush. He scanned over the food, snapping a tentacle out to grab a few choice pieces before retreating again. After a moment, he poked his head out again. “Have you eaten?”

Killer laughed again. “Worry ‘bout yourself, Night, we’re got H to police us on that kinda stuff!”

Nightmare turned to Horror. “Well?”

Ignoring Killer’s laughter beside him, Horror nodded. He swam closer to Nightmare, eyelights gentle. “Tiny really… meant it when he…. He said you were small…”

“I’M NOT SMALL!”

Killer swam up again, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Aww, it’s okay, you and Crossy just match now!”

“What, because we’re both-” Nightmare cut himself off.

“Tiny~!”

“I’m not. Fucking. Small!” Nightmare shouted, eyelights flaring purple. Killer stilled, his smile turning forced. Cross poked his head out from within the crevice, eyelights wide in shock.

Horror took a deep breath. “Starlight? Are ya… Okay?”

The fight faded from Nightmare’s body, and he looked upset.

“Sorry. Er- I said too much, didn’t I- ?” Killer was cut off as Nightmare shot forward, wrapping himself around the other mer.

“My fault. Stuff from- from before. Sorry.” He muttered, settling further into Killer as the shark pulled him into a hug.

Horror and Cross blinked in confusion at the interaction, sharing a glance. “Is Night okay?” Cross’s voice was barely any louder than Nightmare’s muffled sobs, a faint whisper. His exhaustion had started to show, the dark circles and tear tracks on his face more prominent than before.

“I think… I think Kills has got ‘im.” Horror murmured, blinking a look back at the two. He turned back to Cross, swimming closer. “...Where’s Dusty?”

“Looked like he was asleep? He’s in the cave.” Cross pointed to the crack in the wall he had just left, smiling slightly. “Guess he was just really tired?”

“...Yeah. Probably.” Horror didn’t miss the concern in Cross’s expression, faintly mirroring it in his own look. He swam closer to the smaller, cautiously wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His movements were hesitant, but Cross sunk into his grasp nonetheless.

Cross looked up at him, eyelights slightly fuzzy. “...’m tired.”

“Yeah, it’s… Visible?”

He slumped further. “Really? I thought I looked,” he yawned, “I thought I looked okay…”

“You… You always look good. Ya just… Don’t look…” Horror thought for a moment, “...Ya jus’ look tired.”

Cross wriggled closer to Horror, cuddling into the larger mer’s chest. He hummed quietly, obviously not bothered by what surely must have been an uncomfortable position.

Horror cast one last glance at Nightmare, a slight purr rumbling up in his chest when he saw the kraken smiling. Killer still looked worried, but Night seemed happy, so Horror didn’t mind. He turned back to Cross, a soft look in his eyelight at the sleepy mer. “Ya wanna go… ta sleep? We c’n fetch Dusty… Go to th’ nest early?”

Cross yawned again, making a soft noise of excitement at the idea. Horror chuckled quietly at the other mer, lifting the smaller shark up easily. Holding Cross in what was essentially a bridal carry, Horror swam down to where the large nest of seaweed was. Cross whined when Horror tried to set him down, clinging to the larger mer like his life depended on it.

Horror sighed, torn between embarrassment and amusement. “...Have to go get Dusty… Let go please?”

Cross huffed, tightening his grip. “Ask Kills to do it, I want my pillow.”

“Oh, how the tables have turned~” Dust teased, swimming up to the two. “I overheard you guys’ conversation,” he explained, “Wasn’t actually asleep yet.” He squeezed between the two mers, Cross loosening his grip to make room. “Now c’mon, I wanna sleep.”

Cross smiled, settling into the nest. He switched his grip to be hugging only Dust, while Horror wound up on top of the two. Horror’s purr was like a lullaby, slowly luring the other two to sleep. Cross sleepily turned to look at Killer and Nightmare when they joined the pile, readjusting to make room.

Horror was the last to fall asleep, watching with a smile as lines faded from his mates’ faces. He slowly felt his own eyes close, content on top of the pile of mers.

Things were good.

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#bad sans poly #sans #undertale #undertale fanfiction #leviathantale #leviathantale cross #killer sans #toast writes #undertale multiverse #cross sans #nightmare sans #horror sans #horrortale sans #fluff #hurt/comfort #Please nobody mention the fact that they didn't eat the fish #it's a plot hole i know leave me alone

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waybrights · 3 years

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little something based off this post!

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adora woke with a groan. her head pounded as she tried to sit up, the bright light didn't really help. huh that's weird, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut, brightmoon is never this bright. with another groan, she cracked her eyes open. it took her a second to adjust to the light, and when she did she almost wished she hadn't.

the first thing adora noticed was a knife, her knife, being pointed at her nose. the second thing she noticed was that she was on the ground, and unable to feel the vibrations of brightmoon's engines. the third thing was the girl standing above her.

the girl's face was half covered by a scarf and her brown hair was plastered to her forehead, most of it though, was tucked into her coat, but a few stray strands hung around her face. her eyes, one blue and one brown, were full of anger as she glared down at adora, waving the knife close to adora's nose. "whoa..." adora mumbled, taking her eyes off the girl and focusing on the knife. slowly, she raised her hands in a surrender.

the girl huffed and stood up, flipping the knife down and stuffing it into the pocket of her black coat. "you followed me, why?" the girl asked, turning on her heel.

adora frowned and pushed herself up, small bits of metal falling off her shirt. "i didn't follow you." she said quietly, trying to recall exactly what led to her being im a muddy trench and not on brightmoon.

the girl scoffed and climbed onto a small mound of dirt and rocks. "so why are you here?" she asked again, watching adora sit up.

"i fell out..." but she hadn't fallen. he'd pushed her. prime had pushed her off the walkway. "he pushed me." adora muttered, raising a hand to her forehead. "he pushed me!" she said again, louder this time. anger started to boil up in adora. she'd practically saved his life and he pushed her over the side and off the city!

the girl laughed and turned to look down the trench that, now adora realised what had happened, she assumed were the tracks of brightmoon. "don't act so surprised. that's what he does." she said bitterly, hopping off her mound and waking away from adora.

adora stood up quickly and stumbled after the girl. "hey! you can't leave me here!" adora shouted, clambering over the mound.

"i can, and i will. goodbye!" the girl said with a small wave as she sped up.

adora huffed and ran after her. "you have to help me get back to brightmoon!"

the girl turned to adora, anger practically rolling off her in waves. "six months! six months i've been trying to get onto that city! i had one shot at prime and you ruined it!" she shouted. "so don't think for a second that i owe you anything. i don't have to help you do anything. you got yourself stuck here find your own way back." she hissed and turned away, her coat swishing behind her.

adora sighed and looked around. she wasn't made for this, being off the moving city. she was a historian not a tracker! how was she supposed to find her way back? "oh come on! it's not my fault you tried to kill the most important man this side of the border!" adora cried, throwing her hands up.

the girl stared at adora before coming to her senses and growling. "you tried to save him."

"it's not like i knew he was a bad person! if i knew that then i wouldn't have tried to stop you." adora said, following the girl again. after a few seconds she sighed and reached out, taking the girls wrist. "look, all i'm asking is that you help me find a trading town, then i'll find my own way back." maybe she sounded desperate, but she was.

the girl closed her eyes and let out a long breath. "fine. but you do anything stupid and i won't hesitate to leave you to the scavengers." she hissed, pulling her arm out of adora's weak grip.

adora grinned and nodded. "thank you! thank you thank you thank you!" she said happily, bouncing up and down.

"yeah, don't even mention it." the girl huffed and turned back to the tracks. "let's go, we should probably find somewhere to stop before the sun sets."

adora nodded and let the girl walk ahead. she had a feeling that she didn't like people and wouldn't take lightly to adora walking next to her, so she hung back. only a few steps, but enough distance between them to make it slightly less awkward. "my name's adora, by the way. adora grayskull." she said quietly after a while of walking.

"catra, i can't remember my last name." catra said quietly, leaping over a muddy dip. that's a pretty name, adora thought to herself as she put her foot in the mud.

#if u enjoyed this pls reblog or smth!!#i want to continue this but i kinda need to know if people actually want to read it ansnsnana #anyway its not 100% accurate bur whatever #also yeah i did make adora a historian in this au for my url #(also because tom is a historian but shhh)#adora spop #catra spop #spop fanfiction #spop fanfic #catradora #the mortal engines au #if this flops i might actually cry /hj

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warmau · 4 years

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Detective!AU x NCT DREAM

renjun: *opens a powerpoint titled: why nancy drew is the best fictional detective and the hardy boys aint sh-* | other dream aus

Haechan

overzealous and flashy

refuses to take on any case that isn’t “high-profile”

no finding neighborhood lost pets or who stole your lunch money, haechan wants to be on a nationwide case - he wants the news to follow his every step

“huh? what? you want me to find your stolen watch? do you not understand that your watch is not a korean national treasure and therefore who cares if it gets stolen?”

looks well put together, but his desk is a mess of papers and candy wrappers

has an ongoing rivalry with local policeman mark lee

not that mark lee even knows about this rivalry, for the most part he’s nice to haechan but haechan is just like “im onto you markus” and mark is like ,,,,,,huh?

you’re a reporter who has (on many occasions) covered haechan’s cases

to be fair, you’re probably the only person whose on the same level of sarcastic as him

so when he makes some kind of comment or quip you either blankly stare at him unamused or shoot one right back

your conversations are actually quite fun to watch

you’ll show up at his agency, with your camera and notepad

and he’ll be like

“took you long enough”

“oh - were you counting down the seconds to see me?”

“in your dreams~”

“i don’t dream. anyway - tell us about this murder, who are your suspects?”

other reporters find haechan a bit hard to work with and mumble that his attitude really needs to be fixed

but you disagree - in this kind of work you have to be sort of dry-humored and unattached

but you could do without his bragging when he does indeed solve the case

like today, when you and a bunch of other reporters have gathered outside of a large building in downtown seoul

haechan standing proudly at the front with a disgruntled looking businessman in handcuffs

haechan snaps his fingers and exclaims

“only i was smart enough to guess that the company’s own treasurer was embezzling money! the police and citizens assumed it was the ceo, but - as always my wits have proved everyone wrong!”

a wave of groans passes through the reporters, but you take it as a chance to ask haechan some questions

“how did you know it was him?”

“the evidence was in his text messages with foreign advisers.”

“how did you get access to them?”

“well as you know you can call a cellphone pro-”

as haechan is answering you hear some muttering behind you, nasty and mean words sprouting up about how haechan should stop acting like he did all the work

how he probably got tipped off

you’re a journalist, so the juicier the story - the better the paycheck

but you’re not one to just smear people - and what makes it worse is that you can tell haechan heard it

but he’s answering your question - trying to focus on you

so you decide to take it upon yourself to shut the reports behind you up

you clear your throat, pulling the mic back a bit hastily - nearly elbowing the asshole behind you

“and i heard, you did, in fact, work this alone - as reported weeks ago - the police had the wrong lead?”

haechan’s eyes spark up when he realizes you’re setting him up to dispell all the festering rumors starting to spread behind your backs

he grins and nods, “yes - most journalists even said that it was uncanny for me and the police to be on such different paths. i guess you can say, i have my own genius.”

you want to roll your eyes - as haechan continues to lay it on thick about his victory

but with every word - the lesser reporters behind you crumble under their own words

when the press conference ends, the culprit is wheeled off in a cop car, and you’re left on the sidewalk - checking over your notes

you feel haechan hang his chin over your shoulder

“i thought you hated it when i bragged?”

you look a little to your side and see his beautiful, big smile

“not when you’re telling the truth.”

“oh c’mon, just admit it - you kinda like my confidence?”

he taps a hand on your shoulder and grins as you playfully jab at his cheek with your pen

but you think, maybe he is right

confidence really does look so good on him,,,,,,,,,,,

Jaemin

tipsy, topsy, turvy - mad scientist like detective

with an abundance of weird jokes only he understands and absolutely unexplainable solutions to headscratcher cases

if it can��t be solved, no matter how you shake it, you have to call jaemin

who enjoys not only dressing the part - i.e. ridiculous hats and oversized trench coats

as much as he enjoys getting himself in trouble while trying to solve a crime

“how did you know the criminal took this back alley detective na?!”

“well simple, i climbed on through an open window and took it myself!”

“,,,,,,,,, detective - are you admitting to trespassing?!?!”

the conundrums he finds himself far overshadow silly sherlock holmes stories

and unlike fiction, sometimes - he gets in over his head

which is where you come in

you’re a young, brand new, fresh-outta-law-school attorney

who jaemin never really hired - you just happened to be around when he needed some “legal representation”

[he had maybe, kinda, illegally ‘borrowed’ a civilians car in a chase after a notorious murderer and that ‘borrowed’ car ended up kind of ,,,,,,,,,, on fire? haha does it really matter? the murderer was caught!]

you had saved his butt from a lawsuit with a lot of buttering up and finesse

and jaemin had appointed you his “guardian angel!”

“lawyer, im your lawyer jaemin”

“same thing! now let me solve the mystery of where your halo went~”

he looooooooooves to tease you

if he can take a moment out of his day to say something flirty and fun to you - he will

regardless of the circumstances

im talking you’re in front of a judge in a courtroom and jaemin leans his lanky body over you to be like

“ooo is this a new necklace, who's giving you these gifts?~ i thought you were mine!”

the judge, the other attorneys, the guards: um do yall need a room

you, tomato red: NO

jaemin: we shall take one! :)

you end up at the scene of one of jaemin’s infamous “i caught the killer, but i had to kinda do a bad thing!” situations

you stroll in, shaking your head already

am i going to have to defend him from another angry car owner? did he forget that impersonating a police officer is against the law - again?

but instead, you find sirens of an ambulance blaring and medics

you look around, trying to find jaemin in the crowd of uniforms

he always sticks out, and sometimes he finds you first

but no one calls out your name

so you ask a nearby EMT where jaemin is, and he points you to the back of an ambulance

your blood goes cold and you rush toward it, seeing a familiar long body laid out on the white gurney

“jaemin?!”

you drop your bag - hands shaking

“a-are you - did- did you - did you get yourself kill-”

his eyes spark open and he sits up, a bandaged cut on his cheek, but otherwise nothing else as he smiles at you

“you’re here! did you see - i caught the stranger of daeg-”

“you scared me! for real this time!”

he stops, blinking and tilting his head, “for real?”

“what would i do if your antics actually got you kill-kill -”

you can’t even say it, tears welling up in your eyes just at the thought of having run into this ambulance to see him laying there

cold, unmoving

you can’t imagine it, your shoulders shaking now and jaemin leans out - hand on yours

“i would never be stupid enough to die without your permission, i promise.”

speechless, throwing your arms around him without really thinking about it

jaemin feels his heart swell, unsure of where to put his own hands

when someone knocks on the ambulance door

it opens, and you see the familiar grimace of the chief of police

“hello detective na, would you like to explain to your attorney why someone is accusing you of another act of thievery?”

you let go of jaemin and try to wipe back your tears, the police chief is about to say another word but you put your hand up

“my client will only answer questions after his hospital visit.”

jaemin nods from behind you, big pearly grin on his face

the police - used to this - back off for now and you turn to jaemin

“how am i going to get you out of this now?”

“you always find a way! that’s why i love you.”

Renjun

studious, scrutinizing, and some would even say a little scary

he’s got a reputation as a ‘mind breaker’, twisting and pressing criminals with his words until they crack

on the outside, he looks rather adorable - slim and always in his sunday best

neat notebooks for notes, color-coded folders for cases

he’s a joy to work with - if you only have to work with him briefly

if you end up on a case with him for a long time, you come to realize you cannot keep up with his level of perfection

and sometimes, it does feel like he’s looking down on others for it

but he’s not, he was just trained to always see every detail through

you find yourself at the center of a huge investigation, the cause of renjun’s obsession for the past couple of months

you aren’t even sure how you’re involved

just that the cafe you worked at had in one way or another been a meetup between famous city mobsters

renjun stops by, like clockwork, an hour before closing - waiting and hoping that the mobsters show themselves

that he can pick up another clue, nitpick from the coffee cups and the napkins

you don’t mind him, even if he does meddle, and never finishes the coffee you bring him

at some point, you aren’t really sure what he’s looking for anymore - because it’s been weeks

weeks and you’re pretty sure this case was closed

you stare down at the newspaper that gets thrown at the foot of the cafe’s doorstep

you pick it up - the headlines read how the trial of those mobsters has come to an end

so why is detective renjun still always stopping by? it isn’t for the coffee - afterall he doesn’t seem to enjoy it all that much,,,,,,,,,

one day - just as he gets up to leave after spending an hour doing whatever it is he does in the corner table by the window

you stop him before he can bound out the door

“detective renjun-”

“renjun is just fine, im not on the job.”

you pause - never noticing that up close, when he’s not always nose deep in a book - he is rather handsome

“ah - well, renjun - i was just wondering,,,,,and i don’t mean to be rude! but is there a new case you’re working in the cafe or-”

he seems to catch onto what you’re asking and he straightens up a little

“you could call it that. im just doing some observation.”

“oh! on what?”

you look around, the cafe empty now that closing time is approaching in a few minutes

the loaves of bread, the muffins and coffee presses don’t seem all that worthy of observation

“on you.”

you almost don’t catch it, with the quiet voice he uses

but when your eyes meet his again, you waiver

“on - me? am i suspect in a -”

he laughs, “not everything is about solving cases to me. i just,,,,,”

for the first time he stumbles over the right words

always careful, put together, and otherwise beyond perfect - renjun wants to make sure he says the right thing

but there’s only really one thing to say.

“i just like you.”

Jeno

newbie sleuth of the local neighborhood!

don’t get him wrong, finding lost pets and hunting down the towns vandal are just as important as stopping bank robbers and kidnappers

sorta

a lot of the “cases” he solves are brought to him by local kids, holding scribbled doodles of their missing toys or from parents who just want to know WHO is blasting that music at 3 am?

(this was fairly easy to solve, as jeno had walked down the street to the local college house and knocked - asking if there was a party last week. a tall, happy-go-lucky guy named johnny had answered - and confirmed! there was a party last week, did you hear his friend mark’s mixtape from down the block? did he dig it? did he want mark’s soundcloud link?)

really, he calls himself a detective for fun

he’s just always loved puzzles and thrillers since he was young so he thought if he ever had some free time he could,,,,,,,you know,,,,,,help figure out solutions to life’s little puzzles and thrills instead

but - low and behold - he is not ready for the puzzle that is YOU

you move into his neighborhood and on day one you get yourself into trouble

running down the block with stolen goods from the local shop, an apple between your teeth and hands full of various fruits and baked goods

the next time jeno sees you, you’re twirling three sets of keys around your fingers

for cars,,,,,,,,,,jeno is pretty sure cost way more than either you or him can even imagine

he keeps seeing you everywhere, doing this absolutely ridiculous things

and then finally - he bumps into you when crossing the street

and minutes later he can’t find his wallet

he turns - chasing you down the block, accusing you all the way of being the towns illustrious thief

but you just turn and shrug, emptying your pockets

“i dont have your wallet - did you check your back pocket?”

to his surprise, and utter embarrassment, that’s exactly where his wallet is

but there’s something sticking out of it now - a piece of paper

he opens it and scribbled on it are the words

‘i thought you were a detective?’

he looks up at your smile and furrows his eyebrows

“i-what does this mean?”

“well, i thought you were a detective - so why haven’t you solved the biggest mystery yet.”

he doesn’t seem to catch on, a cute look of confusion spreading across his face

“what biggest mystery?”

“well - that would be who stole your heart!”

he flusters, “m-my heart?”

“yeah! your heart! who stole it lee jeno, c’mon - you’re a detective!”

he looks beyond dumbfounded

and then he straightens up

you tilt your head a little, and jeno feels something in his chest flutter

“you?”

“did i?”

your voice sing songs and jeno can’t be sure, but the way your eyes spark up with delight makes a feeling he can’t explain wash over him

am i going crazy, or did they just figure out i had a crush on them before i did?!?

Chenle & Jisung

ones fearless but clumsy, the other is easily terrified and somehow,,,,,,,even more clumsy

but hey they’re just best friends who decided that instead of going to the academy

they’d just start their own private investigation business

too bad none of them really understand how to run a business, so the only way they’re kept afloat is by tireless accountant mark lee’s efforts

either way, they both bring strengths to their problem solving

chenle will take on ANY case, ANY place, ANY time

and would probably fall down a trapdoor

while jisung is slightly more reserved about stepping into old, haunted houses or listening to tall tales from random people on the street

though he would also fall down a trapdoor

and although other people wouldn't take on cases that involve the paranormal

and jisung is not a big fan

when you come to the agency with a request about a presumed ghost encounter

chenle insists you came to the right place, jisung looks a little pale

and thats how you end up beside both of them - the dead of the night - in front of your old middle school

chenle asks if you’re a teacher here now, but you shake your head - actually you were just visiting because it had been the yearly reunion in honor of a young boy who had died tragically at the school when you were a student

“creepy!” chenle says, eyes sparkling

“creepy,,,,,,,” jisung agrees, swallowing

the three of you venture inside, you’d managed to convince an old teacher for the keys, and begin down the long and dark hallway

chenle peeks into classrooms and stops to read bulletin boards

jisung just sticks shoulder to you

“so how did he die?” chenle asks and you’re about to answer

when a creaking of the floorboard takes all the attention

an outlined figure appears, face shadowed but body small - leg limping

“it’s him!” you whisper “the limp, it’s from the crash-”

you turn and look at-

chenle, who fearlessly moves toward the child

you join in behind him as jisung stays stuck in place with fear

“are you a ghost? did something about your death leave you scornful toward the school? come here, i just want to talk-”

chenle begins as you cautiously warn that being so upfront could come of rude

the child, whose face is still hidden, lifts his hand slowly and extends one finger

chenle follows the trajectory and gasps, “he’s pointing at you!”

your blood turns cold and you want to ask - why, you hardly even knew him when you were both students here so -

but then just as chenle is about to put a hand on your shoulder, something heaves below you two and the floorboards below your feet moan

“they’re going to give!”

“wh-”

chenle’s hand takes a hold of your waist now, pushing you into him as he teeters back until he himself falls through the figure that disappears in a cloud of smoke

the floorboard where you’d been standing collapses down and you cling to the front of chenle’s jacket as you watch

“i-i think that ghost has it out for you-”

he starts, but his voice softens as he sees your shoulders trembling

for the first time, and believe me he’s seen freaked out people a lot, he stops himself mid sentence and just lets you curl up into his side

jisung’s voice is the one thing that breaks you two from the moment as he yells you guys need to get out of here. NOW.

chenle agrees, but you’re wobbly on your feet up and so he takes your hand in his and smiles

“c’mon - even im not crazy enough to provoke an angry ghost. we can solve this mystery when we’re safe.”

you nod, letting him lead you back outside where your hands never leave each other and thank god jisung doesn’t care (or is scared out of his mind) to notice

jisung, whose eyes have gone large

“chenle don’t go near it!”

he shouts, turning his attention to you

“and if that really is the ghost we should-”

“it’s pointing at you!”

you whip your head back around to see that the figure has raised one, thin finger in your direction

your body feels rigid and you take a step back

chenle just ventures forward, asking the spirit question after question, but it ignores him

instead - in what seems like a second - the figure has moved halfway down the hall toward you and jisung

you scream and jisung can’t believe it but he realizes fast that he’s going to have to be the fearless one in this situation

instead of booking it himself, which is usually the way these things go, he grabs you and yanks you behind him

you guys make a dash for the front door, and when you turn around you can see the ghost is still dauntingly coming closer

jisung does the mistake of looking too, and just as you’re about to get to the door - the ghosts face comes to life a little in the moonlight tricking through the window

you and jisung both scream at the bloody mess - jisung tripping over his own feet as you fall right behind him

the door is still open so you two are a tumble of arms and legs as you roll out into the night air

but as you get up - you find your blow was cushioned by jisung

“so-sorr-”

“no time for apologies, ghost trying to kill you.”

you nod and both of you get up and continue running

chenle is behind you guys, but he’s laughing and shouting about how it was a GHOST - a REAL GHOST -

you’re frankly too terrified to think about it and thats when you feel jisung’s palm squeeze yours

‘don’t be scared, we’ll get you somewhere safe.”

you feel something in your chest warm and you agree - jisung feels it too, the bashful look of embarrassment that comes over you is almost enough to make him feel like your hero

but the truth is

he’s still very scared and protecting you is one thing, but making sure he also doesnt get caught by a vengeful ghost is also pretty high up there

and chenle’s insolent “we have to go back sometime!” is NOT helping

#this was what i wanted to finish in time for renjun day but F #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan scenarios #renjun scenarios #jaemin scenarios #jeno scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios #sfw #jaemin au #jeno au #renjun au #chenle au #jisung au #haechan au

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milknette · 3 years

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chapter 05 - jagged stone

we’re making waves of conversation; got a rush of energy, getting high on humans.

tumblr month: @adrinetteapril

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THE CONCERT arena is absolutely packed.

Marinette’s only too grateful that Nino’s apparent connections allow them to slip past the crowds of humans, noisily screaming and bumping over each other as they try to catch a glimpse of their idol.

Even seeing them all gathered together is more than enough to give her a headache, and she can’t help but wonder how Nino survives through, much less enjoys it all— after having proudly told her that he worked similar shows and events whenever he had the time.

“You like this?” Marinette tries to ask, although she’s quite sure her voice is effectively drowned out by the noise around her.

(Mermaids aren’t one for loud places: they like the peace and quiet of the ocean— all-natural sounds outside of the ‘synthetic’ music of the humans, which they argue isn’t anything more than noise.)

Nino responds like there isn’t any problem. “Doesn’t seem to make sense since I’m a merman, huh?” He shouts back, laughing as they navigate through the concert hall. “But I think there’s a lot of things that our kind brushes off too quickly without really taking the time off to appreciate it. So we keep missing out.”

“What do you mean by that—?”

He and Alya share a meaningful look, with the latter rolling her eyes and playfully nudging his side. “He just means that if you were more open, you’d probably enjoy yourself a lot more.”

Marinette doesn’t get to respond— or even ponder on that question, however, as they’re led through a guarded door, entering backstage.

It’s a lot more quiet and less crowded, though the area buzzes with activity; people either giving or taking orders, rushing around as they attempt to ready everything for the concert in half an hour.

“Come on,” Nino tells them, waving his hand forward. “I have to get ready, but Adrien’s somewhere around here so he can show you around.”

(They don’t have to look long— finding him animatedly speaking with a group of stagehands who altogether seem to hang on to his every word.)

“Of course,” Alya laughs lightly, as he notices the group come into view.

Adrien doesn’t even take a second thought before rushing over to them, evidently leaving a group of unenthused fans in his wake. “Alya, you’re here!” he greets, before turning toward the mermaid and smiling. “And Marinette— a pleasure, as alwaves. I’m glad you made it.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t easy to get her to go,” Alya responds instead, rolling her eyes. Then: “or would ‘beelieve’ it be more on-brand?”

Adrien laughs goodnaturedly. Marinette’s only trying to recall where the deepest trench is in their area.

(Just for reference.)

At that moment, a stagehand rushes over to Nino, holding a clipboard as he rushedly asks him to hurry over for a sound check.

“Guess that’s my cue to go,” Nino finally says; then, with a sudden (almost wicked) grin: “Alya, wanna see my setup?”

“What? I’ve seen your setup a thou—,” a nudge, then: “oh… yeah, I’d love to!”

“Adrien, you’d be good to show Marinette around right?” Nino asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

The two of them share a meaningful look, and after a brief second, Adrien nods, shyly smiling at the mermaid. “Don’t mind if I dew,” he replies. “Come on, I’ll shoal you around!”

Terrible. Terrible. Terribly cute.

Marinette nods, and they begin to go around the set. Adrien’s a great guide, and he easily navigates through the venue to show and explain to her the different tasks that are being done. (She’s trying to listen, really: but it’s much more interesting to watch him animatedly talk about something he evidently enjoys.)

Only because he’s being a good friend to her, of course.

“How have you never listened to Jagged Stone?!” Adrien’s clearly in shock, and she has to stop herself from laughing. “Who hasn’t even heard of Jagged Stone?!”

After some time going around, they take a break in a more quiet part of the stage area. And after a lengthy conversation about the concert, she’d accidentally exposed what Adrien had kindly called ‘the greatest sin of all time’.

“It’s not like we have Jagged Stone underwater!”

“But you’ve been on land for a month,” he rebuts, shaking his head. “There is no excuse that you haven't listened to the greatest musician of all time.”

“He’s human, he can’t be that great.” Marinette pauses, then rolls her eyes. “Besides, I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“And I think you’re not making the most of your time here,” Adrien argues. “Come on, you’re stuck with us humans for a year. You might as whale make the most of it, and give us a chance.”

(Marinette catches the pun, but she ultimately decides to ignore it.)

“I am making the most of it!”

“Really? So what have you done in your first month here?” She’s about to protest, and he continues. “Aside from this concert. Which Nino and Alya basically had to corner you to go to.”

Marinette pauses, then audibly hmphs, knowing she’d been caught.

“I’m just saying,” Adrien points out. “Not all humans or human-related things are inherently bad. Some of what we do is pretty cool.”

“Sure,” she replies dryly. “Like toxic oil spills, trash pollution, dynamite fishing, coral mining, canal-digging and dam-building… need I go on?”

“I mean, of course those things are bad— but you can’t just use that as a reason to hate on all land mammals as a whole,” he explains, then pauses briefly. “Though I do get the feeling of wanting to throw those kinds of people into the ocean. And if you ever do meet them, don’t worry; I’ll be your willing partner in coralime.”

Marinette feels her lips curve into a smile, and nods. “That was pretty awful.”

“It still made you smile, though.”

Can’t argue with that.

Then she takes a moment to think about the rest of his points, as her eyes wander off to the humans busily walking around her— seeing them working together to make something a reality. And she spares a moment to look at Adrien, who continues to prove that everything she’s ever known about humans was wrong.

(For the first time, maybe since ever, she doesn’t quite mind being the only mermaid in the room.)

The lights suddenly flash around them, and Marinette subconsciously grabs his arm in surprise.

He laughs. “Don’t worry, that just means the show’s about to start,” Adrien explains, before standing up. “Come on, let’s go and support Nino.”

Marinette prepares to let go of his arm, but he easily manoeuvres it in a way that they end up holding hands.

They’re holding hands.

He… they…

?!!!?!?!??!

“What are you just standing around for?” He asks, smiling as she dumbly looks at their interlocked fingers.

“I— just— I— uh.”

His hands are warm, but the good kind: the kind that makes her want to melt in the absolute best way possible.

Adrien gently pulls her forward, the same expression on his face; something she can’t exactly describe, but is definitely two things: (1) something she’s never felt before, and (2) something she wants to keep feeling forever.

They walk together to meet up with Alya, and are consequently guided to a stage area where they’re able to watch the rest of the concert.

Alya looks at their linked hands, then stares at Marinette in a half-victory and half-I-told-you-so expression.

She pointedly ignores it, and decides to try and enjoy herself.

Nino is wonderful. He plays a beat that reminds her of ocean sounds, and she can’t help but miss home with it.

When Jagged Stone comes on to perform, Marinette immediately pins his personality down to be loud and chaotic and nothing short of intense— playing something that mermaids would objectively call as nothing but absolute noise.

As he continues to beat down on his guitar and scream, however, Marinette begins to think that maybe she likes it.

She watches Alya and Adrien excitedly screaming back, with the former documenting the whole event on her phone. Adrien pauses to look at her upon noticing her gaze, offering one of the brightest grins she’s ever seen him give.

She’s wrong.

Marinette likes it a lot, actually.

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deniigi · 4 years

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Are we gonna see more of lance corporal Wilson or the Blind Devil?

uhhhh not as of now. But! I have a little piece of them trying to bond with Benj for you, anon!

Basically, in this piece, the Blind Devil and Corporal Wilson take Benj with them to one of BD’s boxing matches and he has a somewhat adverse reaction.

Warning for panic attacks.

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Oh god, this was horrible. This was bad, horrible, and wrong and Maidíu was laughing up there in the ring through a smashed nose and the Lance Corporal was calling him names that May would have absolutely skewered Peter for using and it was just—

It was so much.

Everything was happening in double time. Triple time. In half the space—a quarter of the space--it ought to be happening in.

Peter was going to scream.

No. He wasn’t going to scream.

He never screamed. He’d been through so much worse than this. Walls had literally caved in on him multiple times and he hadn’t screamed. Nails had pierced his skin and bullets had slammed through his thighs.

A load of shouting people crammed in around a ring wasn’t going to be the thing that undid him. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“HEY.”

It wasn’t.

“Hey? Spiderkid?”

He just needed to breathe. That’s all.

“Spiderkid? Hey, hey. Woah. You don’t look so good, hon. Here, let’s move back.”

No, he was fine, LC.

He just—

Breathing. He needed to breathe and he couldn’t breathe with all these bodies pressing against him. Pressing into him. Squeezing him from all sides—

“What’s going on?”

Who was that?

“I don’t know. Seems like some kinda asthma?” LC Wilson called over the shouting.

It wasn’t asthma. Peter didn’t have asthma. He didn’t have anything; he just needed air. That was all. A little bit of space.

“What’s your name?”

“Mine?”

“Yeah.”

“Wilson. Wade Wilson. This here’s Pete.”

“Buddy of yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah, wait. You’re Matty’s pal?”

“Oh, hey! Yeah, that’s us. You heard of us?”

All this chatter was making Peter’s head swim and there were huge, heavy hands on his shoulders now and he wasn’t wearing the mask or the coat, so he couldn’t swing around and tear them off. Break the bones.

Make them never, ever touch him again.

He couldn’t—

Goddamnit, he couldn’t breathe.

“The name’s Jack. Matty’s my boy. Here, I’ll take this one out for a sec.”

“You sure? I can take ‘im.”

“Nah, ease off, kid. Matt ain’t need no help. He’s fixin’ to win this one. If he asks, tell ‘im I’m out with the smallest of youse.”

The huge hand on Peter’s shoulder tensed and pushed and Peter found that he couldn’t resist it. It shoved him through a torrent of bodies, back, back, back, until suddenly, everything was cold and dark again.

They were outside.

Peter collapsed forward, gasping. Coughing. Clutching at his knees.

It was way quieter outside in the cold.

It took him a long time feel comfortable opening his eyes. Out of the corner of one of them, he saw knees. He bolted up straight and nearly stumbled back at the sight of one of the biggest men he’d ever laid eyes on.

“I’m—I’m—” he stammered, caught between an apology and something else he didn’t really know.

“You’re alright, little one,” the huge man said with a wink.

He was Irish. Fuck, he was Irish.

Peter already found parsing Maidíu’s half-New York, half-Irish accent challenging at times, but this guy?

He is cadence was so jolting that it took Peter’s brain several seconds to make the sounds into words and the words into sentences.

“I’m sorry?” he said automatically.

“I said, ‘you’re alright,’” the huge man said. “Take a coupla breaths. You’ll be alright.”

What the fuck was he saying?

Peter still couldn’t make his ears adjust.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated.

The huge man huffed.

The guy was patient and oddly gentle.

Peter only found out the latter bit when he tried to go back into the ring to find the Lance Corporal. He didn’t get very far. What he got was a hand on his shoulder and a slow push back.

“I’m okay,” he told the Irishman for what felt like the fortieth time. “I’m okay, I can go back in. I won’t ralph on your floors or nothing.”

“Mm-hm,” the Irishman said, nonbelieving.

A roar went up through the house behind him. Peter jerked at the sound. The Irishman’s expression didn’t change.

“I’m not drunk,” Peter told him.

The Irishman didn’t believe him. His eyes seemed half-closed from how far down he had to look at Peter.

Peter wondered if he had a chance here on the street.

If he got a good solid punch in, in the head-region he probably could. But he only had one chance. This fucker was going to know how to fight.

“Da?”

Eh?

Peter looked up to see Maidíu with his hand on the doorframe feeling around it and turning his face back and forth.

“Right ‘ere, son,” the huge man said.

“Ah. There you are,” Maidíu said, stepping more boldly forward towards the sound of the man’s voice. His nose was disgusting. The huge man—Maidíu’s father?—looked over at him and lifted a brow.

“Come on, now, Matty. Can’t be lettin’ someone get the drop on ya like that,” he said.

“Did for the crowd,” Maidíu told him.

“Sure ya did.”

Good lord, this was Maidíu’s father. No wonder he was the size of a house.

“This one’s one of yours, son?” Maidíu’s father asked him.

“Which one?”

“Skinny ‘un. Dark ‘air, dark eye, spectacles.”

“Ah. Peter, then. Wilson said you weren’t feelin’ so good, kid. You alright?”

Uuuuuuuh no.

But neither of these massive bulls needed to know that.

“I’m okay,” he said instead. “Just had a bout of asthma or something.”

“Looked to me like the shell-shock,” Maidíu’s father said out of nowhere.

Peter’s breath froze in his chest.

“Da, don’t be scarin’ him like that,” Maidíu scolded. “C’mere, Pete. Ignore him. He thinks he knows everythin’.”

“I do know everythin’, I’m old as mountains, I am,” Maidíu’s father said.

“He serves in a war, comes back, and now he’s got every story in the worl’ in his head,” Maidíu huffed.

“I keep ‘em there with the lumps,” his dad told Peter with a wink.

“Da.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave youse be. It was good meetin’ you, Pete. We’ll have you ‘round to a quieter night one of this days, eh, Matt?”

“Yea, yea. Feck off, old man.”

Maidíu waited for the bigger guy to move around him before holding a hand out to Peter.

“He didn’t scare ya too bad, did he?” he asked.

Peter shook his head, then caught himself.

“No,” he said. “Just—I wanted to watch you, uh. You know. Fight. The LC seemed to be having a good time.”

Maidíu blinked sightless, scarred eyes Peter’s way and then smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said. “It can be really overwhelmin’ the first time you’re really in it. Da used to put me up high so’s he’d know I wouldn’t get crushed.”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Peter sighed before he could stop himself. Maidíu cocked his head and carefully stepped forward, feeling with his toes for the edge of the steps his father had been previously been guarding.

“What’s the matter, Pete?” Maidíu asked gently.

“Nothing,” Peter said.

“I don’t know much, son. But I know it ain’t nothin’.”

Peter sighed again.

“I just—I wanted—I want—”

He didn’t know how to make the feeling into words. He couldn’t even do it in his head, how was he supposed to out loud?

“You want to be included?”

Oh.

Maybe like that.

“I want to have friends,” Peter felt himself say in a rush.

He didn’t mean to say it.

“I want to be like you guys. I want to just—you know. Have fun. Go to a match. Just relax and watch. But it’s like—I can’t. Every time I go out with people, it’s like I can’t make everything stop. My head’s always goin’ and everything starts getting’ really close together and I can’t help but start checkin’ over my shoulders—and it all just defeats the purpose,” Peter spewed forth in frustration.

Maidíu said nothing.

Peter sucked in a big breath.

He didn’t expect anyone to understand. He didn’t know why they would. No one else he knew had this feeling.

“Forget it,” he said.

“You know,” Maidíu’s rumbly voice said softly, “Da might not have been too far off there.”

“What?” Peter asked. “What do you mean?”

Maidíu shrugged a shoulder and itched at the drying blood on his face.

“I just mean, that—well. I was a wain when Da came back from the Front, but he had all these stories, ya know? Of men doin’ this and doin’ that. ‘Cause of the shell-shock. He used to tell me that some of his buddies’ eyes would go wide and they’d start breathin’ fast and funny. Gaspin’ like they couldn’t get enough air in, and they’d want to get out of the trench. They’d be sayin’ that they’d suffocate if they stayed in the trench. But you know, they couldn’t get up overhead. That was nothin’ but a death sentence. So.” Maidíu trailed off.

“You think I’ve got shell-shock,” Peter scoffed.

“I think you got somethin’ like it,” Maidíu said. “Don’t worry, though, kid. I get those feelings too, sometimes. Comes from being blind, I suspect. Gets real lonely sometimes. But then it’s all too much at the same time, too. Helps to just come outside and breath. That’s what my old man was tryin’ to get you to do.”

Ah.

Right.

That was…embarrassing.

“You’re alright, Peter. It’s okay. Here, do me a favor, huh?”

Peter lifted his face to see Maidíu holding out a hand with rough, calloused fingers. His own hands felt small and skinny at his sides.

“Peter.”

He balled them, stepped forward and took ahold of the fingers.

“Atta boy,” Maidíu told him.

“What do you need?” Peter asked him.

“Ah, well. See, me old man’s ‘bout to pummel a man into the ropes and it’s been ages since I knew what it looked like.”

Peter frowned.

“So you want me to what?” he asked.

“Tell me what it looks like,” Maidíu asked with alight lift to his eyebrows. “Don’t have to be perfect or anythin’. But it’d be nice to hear some commentary. You know, like on the radio. Is that okay?”

Yeah. Yeah, that was okay.

“Maybe we should find the Lance Corporal first,” Peter said. “You know his commentary’ll be better than mine.”

Maidíu smiled and turned his head back towards the commotion taking place inside the building again.

“If you say so,” he said.

When Peter came in closer, the fingers in his hand migrated until they were cupped around his elbow. The light light from inside made him take a deep breath. He held it. Then took another.

“Good work,” Maidíu said. “Here, let’s stay in the back so I can hear ya over this lot.”

Yes.

Yes, let’s do that.

One foot forward up these stairs. That was all. He was helping this blind man. This blind man was his friend.

He’d be okay. They’d be in the back, away from the crowd.

“Good man, Pete. You’re a brave little thing, you know that?” Maidíu encouraged.

Peter laughed.

Brave.

Yeah.

Obviously.

He was Spiderman. He was so brave. And so stupid. So reckless and cocky.

Come along now, Spiderman. Onward march, already.

“Come on, Devilman,” he said. “Step to it, we don’t got all night.”

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#fic #ficlet #into the multiverse

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prodicalmenace · 4 years

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Okay but like you’re in a coma and life and death are fighting for you where ironically Dazai is life and Chuuya is death—

i still dont have a real writeable idea for this so lets just talk it out...

dazai as life and chuuya as death has the same energy as canon where they keep trying to push dazai as inherent good and chuuya as inherent evil. its so funny. im laughing, like right now and all the time, because a.) theyre meant to embody “the grey area” as much as the entirety of the story does all the time and b.) this fandom doesnt seem to understand that an allegiance does not equal a stop on the pendulum of morality so stop acting like everything has to be one or the other and actually READ instead of drooling over pictures

but this scenario of a coma almost fits so right. you, i dunno, get hit by a car or have a bad bungie jumping incident, idk, whatever it is the world views it as a freak accident and here you lay in a hospital bed for months like bad spinach. except its not a freak accident, because there exists this higher power or whatever that has dictated your time. as you lay unconscious the lose ends around you are closing up, the life that goes on improves as you truly leave your mark on the world as a literal casualty of life.

but life gets greedy.

dazai sees your unconscious body every day and knows it was his job, his rightful honor or whatever, to complete your life cycle and give you up to deaths doorman, chuuya. it was arranged before you were born, and he does it all the time, but how fucking dare your partner develop romantic feelings for your sibling while you sit there lying in your own filth. how dare the world turn on without you, how dare it improve, when your life made it bearable enough for him.

it’s very adjustment bureau, a transaction that was never supposed to be torn between the one who is selfish and the one who knows his place, because chuuya knows this is for the best, that this will be your release and you will finally know the peace you literally kill yourself trying to experience. he better than anyone knows life after death, and he knows that you deserve it, so just let go and he can give that to you.

but you remain too attached to life, to dazai’s pull on your fingertips that suddenly remind you that you’re cold. and for those brief moments you exist, but it stings when he asks you to lightly move your muscles and breathing in burns with the plastic shoved in every end of your body. it shouldn’t hurt so much to live but boy did you already know that, because life just takes and takes and takes and when it claims to give a damn it sure flips the switch on you, huh? what will dazai do anyway, other than thrive a bit in the chaos your life creates before moving on to better things. what part of his selfishness is so attractive to you when it hurts just to be on the same plane as him, and the same plane will never be the same wavelength.

so often people backtrack the shit of life with benevolence and opportunity but we are all well aware its garbage, and i think that fits dazais character so much. life is supposed to be beautiful, simple, dressed in a trench coat and ready for rain but he jumps into the fucking river and doesn’t bother holding his breath. it’s unreliable, it’s real, it feels like a nightmare only you’re aware for it.

meanwhile, as kimmy schmidt puts best, death is the eternal sleep and mama needs a nap. it’s often regarded as the true benevolence and the existence of freedom. there stands chuuya, beautiful sideways mullet chuuya who understands (even if in little practice) empathy and its value in life as much death. chuuya who puts your mind at ease when the world is sheit and threatens to drown you without your own comprehension. chuuya who allows you to let go, to grow, to digress, to do as you need because now you can. i have less descriptions here but basically, chuuya is so good, yah?

this also rings to chuuyas loyalties--where chuuya fights its for order, for structure, for safety of those he loves. his value of people makes being death a perfect role because life is so hell bent on torturing people that don’t deserve it, meanwhile he’s fulfilling a duty that has meaning and is working for a larger purpose than his own satisfaction. likely this means that you actually mean just as little to him as you do dazai, but only one of the two is concerned with your actual wellbeing rather than an emotional outburst. comedy, i know, but deaths misplaced anger comes from lifes inability to follow through.

also this post is not about dying being good plz dont bull a booth on me i cant take the heat

#osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd au #prodicalmenace requests

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 19

it’s 2021 now!! time for more transformers

we start off w/a flashback showing tyrest retrieving ultra magnus’s body from the ship - and we get a look at magnus’s spark, which is the green color of a 0.1%er [eyes emoji]

tyrest punching magnus..... grrrrr leave my dad alone bastard man

‘the divided self’ what a good title

rodimus is like listen man this is a lot for my poor thot brain to take in

in flashback land, we see tyrest immediately launch into a crazy person spiel about how he can and will edit the law as he sees fit to conform to the situation, because that doesn't seem like a blatant abuse of power or a huge conflict of interest or anything

oooh the screen in the corner that says ‘thought warfare,’ I see that

oof, poor magnus. its gotta be rough to hear your boss rant about how bad at your job you are....especially bc this is right after overlord called magnus a joke and nearly killed him

its especially brutal bc as magnus says, his job is his life

augh, I love the panel where the armor is falling off around minimus, and then the one where he’s holding the ultra magnus head...poetic

its fascinating that there was an ‘original’ magnus who was an actual guy, and then tyrest chose to make him into this legacy symbol - I'm assuming the OG magnus had no say in this, and probably didn't even know that he was gonna become this lawman legacy figure

I do wanna know though - obviously everyone thought that ultra magnus was one dude, but how did the different guys wearing the armor deal w/that? like, did minimus have people coming up to him like ‘hey ultra magnus old buddy! remember when we fought those guys in that one place? good times!’ like, do they have to study up on the lives of the past armor wearers to prepare for the role of ultra magnus?

augh poor minimus, of course he’s been wondering about what happened with overlord after he was KO’d

oof, drift...I feel like minimus looks surprised and a little skeptical at the idea that drift was the one behind the entire overlord thing - which is interesting bc as we saw at the beginning of the story, he doesn't exactly trust drift, but it’s still pretty far-fetched that one person orchestrated the entire thing

tailgate :(

the concept of a load-bearer is SUPER cool, I love it so much

it also puts a much-needed limit on things - as in, there IS a limit to how much weight/mass a normal cybertronian frame can carry, which is why you don't see everybody upgrading to be Massive - bc they actually CANT

oof, the worst part is that tyrest is RIGHT, minimus essentially DID have a nervous breakdown after the war ended bc of the rigid way he views the world

mental health support is clearly in shambles for cybertronians, yikes. they literally have 1 therapist for their entire race, and he’s not even licensed anymore due to hipaa violations. what a mess

the ‘attention deflectors’ thing is so cool and clever and also a great explanation as to why ratchet or anyone else never said ‘hey wait a minute, you're actually a much smaller dude in a trench coat’

I love tailgate knowing all the stuff about the autobot code bc of magnus...my BOY

and THATS why minimus was asking about skids specifically earlier!

oh minimus, please don't put so much stock in tyrest being stable and resonable...

aaaand there's skids and swerve! brainstorm says it best - ‘because something unexpected hasn't happened for at least nine seconds.’ lmao ily brainstorm

finally checking in w/whirl and cyclonus - god I love that. whirl asking cyclonus how many cons he killed and cyc is like psh I wasn't keeping count....................ok it was six

hhhhh cyclonus IS looking for a cure for tailgate, even though he told tg that there wasn’t anything to hope for....excuse me as I go be emo

and now we flash over to the unethical medical conduct hell zone, where pharma is being weird and horny and ratchet is appropriately horrified

I seriously love how unhinged pharma looks, the art & colors do such a good job conveying his feral energy

ratchet has some massive dick energy for taunting pharma when he’s currently just a head and pharma has dual chainsaws for hands

ugh, I love whirls speech about anger...and I feel like he really does see cyclonus as a peer, despite cyclonus wanting to kill him, which is why he tells cyclonus all of this

I fuckgin love that cyclonus’s reaction to very suddenly getting stabbed thru the abdomen is to just glance down at the sword, looking mildly inconvenienced

back over to ratchet - and at first its like oh wow I can’t believe pharma was stupid enough to let ratchet goad him into this contest....but then you see first aid and ambulon and its like UH OH this is gonna be BAD

the idea that getting sliced in half is no big deal for a cybertronian is wild

‘you're gonna let doctor djd cut us in half?’ yeahhhh that's an appropriate reaction, yikes

FUCKING LENGTHWAYS GOD

pharma you piece of shit

poor ambulon :( :( :( that's fucking brutal. amazing panel but....jesus

and like, to further my point from last issue’s liveblog - the fact that this very gore-y panel is okay, but swearing isn't...that's really funny honestly. I guess robo-gore is acceptable, while I'm guessing regular ole run of the mill human gore wouldn't be

then back to cyclonus, who is still looking only vaguely put out by the sword stuck right thru him

and then cyclonus just pulls it right out, which is a very bad idea for humans but probably not as big of a deal for big near-immortal alien robots

circle of light stuck in capitalistic urban hellscape cubicals

poor skids, being asked to stand trial while having no idea what his crime is due to Big Amnesia

OH SHITTTT I totally forgot that getaway shows up here

that is super clever though, with chromedome confusing the name ‘getaway’ with the concept ‘needing to escape’

cant believe tyrest is really dumb enough to tell minimus all his evil plans

BUT that means its time for some very important forged vs constructed cold lore

jro spelling ‘program’ as ‘programme’ made me remember when he said that he considers everyone on the lost light to be british, which is perhaps the least valid thing he’s ever said vhbghjsdbfjkhasbjk

the idea that they used the matrix - which is portrayed as kind of a holy object - in reproductive experiments is really interesting

AUGHHHHH this is all so good and interesting...im really fascinated w/this particular brand of like, alien robot racism/constructism/whatever you wanna call it - I feel like it does such a good job as a plot device, where many other ‘fantasy racism’ concepts from other franchises fail, bc there's not really a ‘human metaphor’ being used here (as far as I know/can tell) - as in, this isn't a thinly veiled metaphor for something that happened/could happen in human history

in fact, this type of bigotry (or w/e you wanna call it) isn't something that is even really possible in humans - I guess if there was a stigma against being born via ivf or something...? but there isn't, so there's no obvious real-world equivalent, which I take as a sign of good writing and worldbuilding - it makes the cybertronians feel more Real, bc of course they would have their own types of bigotry based off of completely different things than humans

additionally - and this is crucial - tyrest is wrong: there’s no like, inherent moral corruption in cold constructed bots. there's no difference at all, other than method of construction. fantasy racism plotlines often flounder here, with the oppressors having a ‘valid reason’ for oppressing the oppressed, but tyrest is just operated on religious zealot bs and some biased science

like, dude, did you ever think that maybe there are other reasons why your trials only condemned cold constructed bots? like, maybe the trial itself was biased? or societal conditions were to blame? correlation is not causation, my dude, especially when the conclusion is ‘cold constructed bots are inherently SINNERS’ lmao

like, tyrest rlly said ‘FUCK separation of church and state,’ huh

anyways I just think the whole cold construction vs forged thing is really interesting and well-done, and serves as a good precursor to the more fleshed-out functionism stuff we see later

so tyrest is clearly off his rockers w/the whole drilling thing - dude, you accidentally gave yourself a lobotomy, okay - but I find it kinda funny that he’s right about a lot of that stuff he said at the end, about primus and the guiding hand and stuff being real

cyclonus saying ‘tailgate and the others’...I see you, man, I see you

also cyclonus looks fine now??? didn't he just get stabbed???

ah, tyrest sprinkling a little light genocide onto his plan to find salvation. nice, dude!

MINIMUS NOOOOOOOOO

‘fully deserved’ SHUT UP BIIIIITCH

poor minimus is taking a lot of Ls this arc, geez

oof, great issue! again, as usual....I loved the lore we got this issue, its so interesting...and some good character stuff too. I love minimus, I feel like he’s gonna be my fav this readthru; my first read my fav was brainstorm, second readthru was whirl, and I feel like its minimus/magnus this time. I just love his character arc...

hype af for more B)

#lj rereads mtmte

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honey-bri-books · 4 years

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Golden Time: CasDean

Focusing on Dean and Castiel’s conversation over the phone. Added inner monologue, fluff. SPN fan fic.

Based on Supernatural episode 15 x 06, written by show creator Eric Kripke. Directed by John F. Showalter.

*****

One of the many cell phones being charged is currently ringing. Dean searches through the pile of phones, at the bunker. He can barely see through his bleary vision, having just woken up from another nap. Finally, he locates the correct phone, checking the label to make sure of the alias he’s to portray. While their Bobby used to be the main boss when it came to backing up hunter aliases on “the job”, AU Bobby declined the position when Sam and Dean offered it to him. He leapt at the opportunity to train new hunters in combat and boxing, but got nervous at pretending to be an official fed. Now, the Winchester Brothers were first to call, whenever difficulties with fake IDs came up. Dean answers as quickly as he can, before the person on the other end hangs up.

DEAN: This is Assistant Director Kaiser.

The sheriff calling raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t really expecting anyone to pick up on the other end. He actually has to take the phone away from his ear and stare at it, wondering if he was hearing correctly. He looks up at the man in the tan trench-coat, with dark hair, standing in front of him. This man really is FBI. Well... The sheriff clears his throat.

SHERIFF: Er, ahem...This is Sheriff Alderoy. Just checking on Agent Worley? He keeps his eyes on Castiel, who has turned slightly away at this point. He appeared to be uncomfortable, for some reason.

Back at the bunker, Dean hesitates for only a moment... wondering. Worley, for Christ’s sake. Only one person would ever..[Sigh]....Cas, where are you? He considers hanging up, even while replying Put my agent on the phone please. He can hear the sheriff saying something to Cas for a moment, then...

CASTIEL: Hello. […….] Dean waits to hear his name but Cas is silent. Really? That’s how it’s gonna be, huh? While probably unprofessional for an agent to refer to his superior by a first name, Cas had never really cared to follow that rule, when undercover, when Dean was on the other end of the line. Well, fine! This’ll be short and to the point. For the best anyway, right?

DEAN: [Carefully] Cas? Sam’s been trying to call you. Even though he probably would never see Castiel again, he had to know that Cas would be alright on his own. He didn’t sound like he was in any real trouble, at the current moment. Right now, Cas didn’t sound like anything. Not angry, not worried...just tired. He had mentioned his powers were failing him, before leaving. Was he human at this point? Castiel sounds gruffer than usual, almost like when he and Dean first met.

CASTIEL: [Curtly] I know.

DEAN: Did you check his messages?...

CASTIEL: Nope. Castiel fixes his eyes on the blinds on the window behind the sheriff, trying not to envision Dean back at the bunker, his eyes..He sounds tired. Has he been sleeping poorly? Castiel presses his lips together in a grim line, trying to suppress the urge to ask Dean if he's alright.

DEAN: Right, smart. Why would you? Why bother with this? I should just hang up right now. He didn’t expect me to ask to speak with him when he gave the sheriff this number. Screw ‘im. I don’t need this. Still, Dean can’t seem to make himself walk away from the call. He can’t hang up, yet. Still unsure about how it all worked with Chuck controlling them all, maneuvering the puppet strings, Dean knew he’d never get back to sleep unless he was sure that Cas was fully aware of what was going on.

DEAN: Look, I don’t know if you care or not but, uh...God (Chuck) is back on the board, so watch yourself. Why are your powers failing you, now? How bad has it gotten? How are you protecting yourself? Are you being careful, wherever you are? What do you need? The list of things Dean wants to ask Castiel is endless. Instead he chooses to end the conversation then and there, so he doesn’t hear Castiel hanging up on him. And check your damn messages.. [Click]

Castiel doesn’t know how to receive Dean’s news. A combination of Dean’s nonchalance to the matter, the lifelessness of his voice, the pain of it all. What really moved Castiel the most was the fact that Dean told Cas to “watch himself”, before quickly hanging up. And Chuck...He never left. How long have Dean and Sam known? Why doesn’t Dean sound like he even cares?

Castiel had accepted the fact that Dean no longer saw him as an ally or friend. They could barely work together in a situation like the one he was currently in at the Sheriff’s office, miles apart and over the phone. But it never occurred to Castiel that Dean had completely given up on himself, that he ceased to care about who he is, forgotten the good he and his brother have done over the years. Dean sounded as if he hoped he died on the job. Dean, stop this. Stop hurting yourself... The sheriff raises an eyebrow at Castiel. Cas quickly pretends to rub dust out of his eye, to catch a tear before the Sheriff can see it. He needed to get some air..

CASTIEL: [Confusedly pretending to react to something his Superior told him] Yes Sir. Thank you Sir! He slams the phone down, and swings his arms around nervously. To the Sheriff: If you could reserve a place for me to go over those case-files in private, I’d be much obliged. I’m stepping outside for a moment, but will return shortly. Cas turns on his heels and heads towards the nearest exit, ignoring the sheriff’s protests.

Cas ducks down an alley and behind a dumpster. As soon as he’s out of sight, his legs give out from underneath him. He slumps to the ground, leaning against the brick wall behind him, covered with graffiti. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Dean. Whatever you’re thinking to yourself right now, just stop! This world needs you... and Sam...Castiel opens his eyes, remembering what Dean had said. He reaches for his phone, checking Sam’s messages. There are several new ones, since the last time he looked at his phone.

Of course, Castiel had lied to Dean when he told him he’d been ignoring Sam’s texts. He’d just never returned them. Cas couldn’t stand the idea of calling Sam and hearing him pick up on the other end, sounding hopeful, relieved that Castiel was alright because he’d been worried. It wasn’t fair to Sam, and it wasn't right.

When Castiel listens to Sam’s message about Dean and his encounter with Lilith, he springs to his feet. He nearly drops his phone as he races to his car parked in front of the police station. He’s half-sitting in the driver’s seat when he remembers what he’s doing at the police station to begin with. Cas slowly gets out of the car and leans against it, taking several moments to think. He couldn’t abandon the town like this. The people here had been too accepting of his presence, too kind. Seeing the despair and anguish on Andy’s face that morning at the store, hearing a mother’s pained plea for Castiel’s help...He couldn’t leave, not yet.

His first instinct was to get back to Sam and Dean as quickly as he could. Dean would hate him for the rest of their lives, he would tear Cas apart, and talk down to him whenever they were in the same room together, but Castiel didn’t care. He knew he couldn’t run away from something as big as the Winchesters were facing. Still...

Cas looks back down at the phone still clutched in his hand. The case he was working was unsolved, and the people in charge of protecting the community, they were basically uncaring. He wonders what Sam or Dean would do if they were in his place?

Minutes later, he’s in a room at the police station, looking over the files he’d requested from the Sheriff, and a local map. There was a pattern with the attacks happening near Jenny Lake. Castiel grabs the map and his trench coat and leaves the police station, without bothering to alert the sheriff or his assistant at the front desk. After checking the directions on the map once more, he gets in his car and pulls away.

Castiel knew he needed to investigate this case further, before even thinking of going back to the bunker. But he would return to be there for Sam and Dean, eventually. Not because Dean or Sam asked for his help, not because Chuck was making him, not because Dean sounded like he might be getting sick, or because going back was the right thing for Castiel to do. He would return to Sam and Dean because the Winchesters were his home. The only home he would ever know....and he wasn’t going to watch it crumble without a fight. He’d given his life for them before, and he would do it again...over and over again...Castiel would beg to be let into the Empty, if it meant Dean and Sam had even the slightest chance at Paradise.

******

The End

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readbythestarlight · 4 years

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c2e88

Taliesin is so confused by this ad lol

Where is Laura?

The groans xD

Laura's?? Not here?? I mean I'm glad she's at the game awards but THIS IS SUCH A BIG WEEK STORY WISE

Boy we've just started and I'm already ready to die

[[MORE]]

I only just caught it just now but are the CA saying they recovered the beacon that was stolen? Aka the one the M9 returned to Xhorhas already? Or a different one?

The Bright Queen gave them a house and the best the empire can do is a cozy inn? Lame.

(I was always more pro-Dynasty than Empire but it's pretty much set now.)

Didn't even pay for their dinner?? Rude.

Cad: "I've had to learn new words for what happens to me now."

The Dynasty: "We cannot afford to 100% trust you but you have done us a great service so here is a house and a symbol to show you have the favor of our Queen."

The Empire: "You did us a great service but also fuck you here's a hotel and no meal and also if you don't do this thing for us we'll charge you as traitors even though only two of you are actually from the Empire."

lol the hotel workers are funny tho

Empire people? Cool. Empire rules? Fucking suck.

Nat20 for free stuff xD

F: "who's the grossest?"

Cad: "I was swallowed."

Y: "I haven't had a shower in months."

F: "oh! God! What!?"

Cad: "You've won first place."

Y: "Oh, no, I wasn't trying to like..."

J: "IM GOING FIRST!"

I'm worried about Caleb

Snuggling his cat and thinking over his trauma </3

Laura just left the awards show omg

Also the way that Travis looked at her like heart eyes and Laura being like "hey baby ;)"

She looks hot by the way

Yasha paying Fjord back from MONTHS ago is sweeeeet

The book? What's the book? I don't remember?

"Is there a chair...?"

"There is."

"Kill it with fire!"

Oh boy here we go

"And I think we need to work with him...?" I don't like that and I don't think you do he's a liar and a manipulator and a piece of shit

But I understand his point because they are in the worst potion right now

Cad: "if he even looks at you sideways we will not leave enough of him to be found."

Goddamn Caduceus. I love him so much.

Cad: "Well, what I mean was we will do all we can to keep you safe. Is... what I meant."

They're being very serious about this and I'm so glad

Well okay they WERE being serious...

Lol Beau with this teenager is so funny and adorable

I'm glad they're not all sleeping alone

Jester is all sad that Beau doesn't want to double up :(

The B/J/Y shippers just went wild lol

F to C: "if you want to finish this personally... let me know." Thank you Fjord

My old Widofjord shipping heart is happy

Omg Cad handing over the symbol of the Wildmom and telling Fjord he's doing well on his own IM HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS TONIGHT Y'ALL

Oh boy Yasha dream

I'm emotional

Like crying

Sure this guy does something neat with doors but doES HE FLOAT??

I miss Essek

The only mage with a tower I trust is Yussah and it is NOT this guy

Of course Trent is the one who confirmed it had been found

It's definitely trapped somehow

I don't like that they have to go somewhere that Trent decides

WHISPERS

he's a shifty fucker right we all know he is

Double whispers

Lol meeting in the Happy Fun Ball

I was gonna say the Forge

Jester wants to have it at Traveler con xD

Jester is weirding him out and I love it

God sure have this very serious possibly war ending meeting on The Ball Eater sure

They're disasters

I can't decide how I feel about him and I want to hear the results of the whispers

Oh no I'm worried about Yasha

Okay... so he's helping hide Yasha that's good, but is he also gonna hold that over them?

I hope Trent looks at Caleb sideways so the M9 can cut him into pieces

I feel like this guy is meant to be the Empire version of Essek but he's got nothing on Hot Boi

In a dense forest under a bunch of trees and a tower in the middle of nowhere

Oh fuck the sanitorium oh god oh fuck someone immediately check on Caleb

Trent did that on purpose

Hey Cad remember when you said y'all were gonna tear Trent apart if he tried to hurt Caleb? It's time to start ripping.

I haaaaaate this

I'm still trying to decide if Caleb legitimately snapped or if something was done to him

I want to crawl through my screen and strangle Trent myself

Someone please stay between Caleb and Trent at all times

So... nobody in the empire questions why Trent Ick-athon has a laboratory in a sanitorium huh. Like that doesn't ring any bells?

Also fuck it's Edowulf

Astrid's gonna come in to try and throw Caleb off isnt she

Liar liar pants on fire every word out of your mouth is a lie you vile don't of a biiiitch

WHISPERSSSS

he's a liar liar liar

Or he's telling half the truth

So the tripod... prevents it from working?

God he's such a condescending fuck I hate him

I haaaaate him and I hate that he's playing it so cool and calm because that makes Caleb seem like the unreasonable one which is brilliant of him but it just makes me loathe him even more

Oh god Caleb please roll well

Fuck fuck fuck I hate him fuck someone GET BETWEEN THEM

I feel gross and I'm not even in the room with Trent ugh

This tense standoff between Caleb and Trent is physically fucking me up my skin is crawling

Also Nott touched it and nothing happened

Eowulf is one of Trent's "favorite" and and he's looking at Caleb like a creep

Even if I don't trust him I appreciate Ludinus stepping in to cut the tension

Beau trying to trip him upppppp I love her

Alright time to get them out of there Ludinus

Shut the fuck up Trent you state away from both Caleb AND Yasha

C: "Wulf. It's good to see you again."

Eowulf: "it's good to see you too. It's been some time. You look good."

I haaaaaaaaate that they're all being so calm and semi-friendly because again it makes Trent and his ilk look like the reasonable ones

Ludinus: "I can always deal with Trent after the fact."

Y: "Let us know when you do that. We would like to help." Damn fucking straight

Essek scrys because he's worried about them and he pops in just in time to hear Jester insulting his teleporting Lol

I get the feeling Matt is tweaking the time of Traveler Con a bit because he doesn't want Jester to feel pressured to interrupt important things

Is the Wildmom illegal in the Empire?

Ha Fjord impressed Ludinus nice

L: "it's... entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are. I don't know how to handle it." That is the funniest thing anyone has ever said about Jester

J: "are you alright Caleb?"

C: "I don't know."

Y: "I don't like him at all."

Everyone else: "same/oh god no."

Okay Wildmom is illegal time to hide your shiny thing

Cad: "I have never seen another person walk so daintily around the truth."

See every time Caleb talks about how Trent gave "private lessons" my skin crawls it just draws too many parallels to creepy creepy shit

Yasha is gonna be good for Caleb here, they both understand what it's like to be used and controlled and manipulated

So like Trent was THERE and if he saw that Caleb knew about the beacons then he's gonna know that somehow they were involved with the beacon disappearing

Oh she's creepy

Cad gonna buy the femur flute lol

The pranksters gonna get that glue oh lord

Yasha gets a bone harp and she and Caduceus start the most unnerving band ever and I for one am THRILLED

Don't they still need to fetch something for the three kobolds in a trench coat? Let alone for Pumat and now this woman lol

Pride silk.... oh dear it's gonna be mutant bugs

Called it

Three silk worms good luck bringing those back

Matt's like WOOO fight tournament hell yeah!

Y'all should go take downtime in Xhorhas in the Xhorhaus and talk to Essek about all this

....I just really miss Essek guys please

Liam O'Brian you will NOT let Caleb sneak off on his own to go see Astrid you CANNOT ajslajkssksk

This episode didn't go as painfully/badly as it could have but it still stressed me out a lot and I'm still worried about Caleb and Trent Ick-athon can choke and if Caleb really goes go off on his own I will scream like baby PLEASE

God now we have to wait a whole week IS IT THURSDAY YET

#emi watches critical role #cr spoilers #critical role

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allthingsimagines · 5 years

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REACTIONS TO GOT EP. 3

- Oh god sam

- Don’t hurt my sweet boy

- YES LYANNA

- why does Tyrion look like he’s leaving???

- Sansa looks so scared

- there go Jon and dany

- love all the women in this battle

- Jaime at Brienne side- yesss

- NO NOT GENDRY

- WHY IS SAM AT THE FRONT

- GHOSSSSSST

- Jorah knows this is it

- The storm is starting fuck

- Why doJon or Dany have zero armor on what the fuck

- ARYA WITH THE BOW

- WHO IS THAT

- IS IT MELISANDRE

- BITCH IT IS

- OOOOOOOO

- o girl got plans

- tell me they light on fire

- YES

- I HAVE CHILLS

- JAIME NODDED HIS HEAD HA

- this bitch is owning it

- aww my bby Davos

- o boi don’t do anything now

- We NEED HER

- WHAT

- SHE KNOWS ITS OVER

- HERE WE GO KIDS

- if anything happens to ghost I’m gonna kill myself

- This looks so cool

- Damn

- YES THE TREBUCHETS

- YES GHOST GO

- oh no

- no no

- NO

- if anything happened to ghost I’m done

- whelp now we have fucking wight Dothraki blood riders dammit

- JORAH WHAT

- yes Dany

- actually stop listen for five seconds

- bad idea

- Not my son podrick fucking Payne

- this is exactly how helms deep felt

- OHMYGOOOD

- THSI IS GORGEOUS

- NO JON

- oh my god

- arya I love you

- THE CALLBACK TO SEASON ONE

- great now we really can’t see

- Yes Edd

- NOOO

- NOT MY EDD

- SAM RUN RUN RUN

- AHHHHH

- I FUCJING SCREAMED

- HOLD ON BBYS

- so much for this plan

- [NO GREYWORM

- Lyanna looks so scared

- Yes Arya

- IM SO SORRY GREYWORM BUT GIU GOTTA GO

- THATS SO AWFUL

- HE HAD TO KILL HIS MEN

- I ACCIDENTALLY RESTARTED MY EPISODE FUCK

- alright back to business

- MELISANDRE LIGHT THE TRENCHES

- HURRY

- Remember when she said she had a fire within her, this is what she meant

- HURRY UP

- THEYRE DYING

- YESSSSS

- WOOOOOOOOOOOO

- GO GET IT GIRL

- YES DANY

- Sandor Run

- if anything happens to baby sam y’all bitches dead

- VARYS NOT FUNNY

- roast him varys

- o Sansa

- haha aww sansa

- wait what

- she makes a point

- Missandei I love u bitch but shush

- Theon is so fucked goddammit

- you’ve got this my boy

- aww he apologized

- HOME BRAN YOU GOT MY HEART KID

- FUCK I LOVE THEON

- warging

- YES

- FIND HIM BITCH

- NOOOO KNKNKNKINENEJDHEHDHS

- NOT GOOD

- HES JUST WAITING

- OH BK BKNKNONKENSNBS

- HI ILOIVE ALL OF THEM

- NONONONENENDNXIXIJX

- JON HAUL IT

- here we go

- NO JAIME

- YES ARYA

- COME IN SANDOR

- NO

- LYANNAAAAA

- FUCKING GIANTS

- SHES A CHILD

- PLEASE DONT

- SHES A BABY

- YES SANDOR PROTECT

- NO LYANNA

- WHAT AN ICONIC BITCH IM SO SAD

- FUCK THAT SCARED ME

- IM SO SORRY DANY

- Arya looks so scared

- Don’t open it

- she’s a baby don’t hurt her

- this is so scary

-RUN RUN

- yes shireen 2.0

- No nonon

- Sandor is in full papa mode

- YES BERIC

- PROTECT HER

- NO NOT BERIC

- HE DID NOT PICK HER UP

- he’s such a hero oh my god

- Melisandre uh oh

- Arya don’t

- This is weird Arya looks more like a child then ever

- NOT TO-FUCKING-DAY

- YES JON

- DANY YO GO GIRL

- no now Jon is on the ground FUCK

- DANY

- BAD IDEA

- HER THEME IS SO GORG

- that didn’t kill him obvs

- well shit

- Jon don’t be a dumbass

- he knows you’re coming ass wipe

- TURN AND RUN

NONODKDJDJDJDNDNDBDNNDBSNDHEBEBBEBRBDBDBDBBEBEBEBEBBEBEBEBEBEBEBGEGEHEBE

- WHERES GHOST

- JON YOURE A DUMB CUNT

- NO NOT EDD

- AWWWWWW NOOOO

- WHITE WALKERS FUCK FUCK

- DEAD STARKS

- ARE YIU SERIOUS

- THANSK BABE I LOVE YOU - Jon Snow

- GET UP AND RUN DANY

-I LOVE JORAH

- MY MANS

- HE DIDNR LEAVE SAM

- why did that look like pod

- KEEP FIGHTING THEON

- no my baby Sansa keep her safe

- what is this theme it’s gorgeous

- they never use a piano

- AWW

- MY GOD

- LAST TIME THEY USED A PIANO WAS FOR LIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS

- THIS IS SO BAD

- NO NOT THE NK

- FUCK

- JORAH

- POD

- THEON MY SON NO

- IF THE NK TURNS BRAN

- not my kids I’m begging you

- AWWWW BRAN

- NO NO

- HIS FATE IS SEALED

- THEEEIOOON

- NOOO

- HE DESERVED BETTER

- IM SO SAD

- JORAAAAAAAAH

- WHY

- WHYD YOU HABE TO KILL HIJIIM

- JON GO

- BRAN NEEDS YOU

- NODIDNDBDNSHDHDHDHHDHDH

- JON YIU DUMBASSS

- HURRY HUY

- ARYA

- SHE DIDNT

- OH MY GOD

- WE WON

- OH MY GOD

- SHE DID IT

- ARYA

- OH MY GIRL

- YES

- DANY NO

- JORAH I LOVE YOU

- give emilia a fucking Emmy

- HES PROTECTING HIS MOTHER

- wait melissandre isn’t dead yet tho

- Arya really just killed the night king huh

- Davos

- uh uh

- Ooo old woman Melisandre

- I semi salute her for being a bad bitch

- WE FUCKING WON

#game of thrones #jon snow x reader #jon snow

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lokizalien · 5 years

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Avengers: A Bleeding Rose // #2

Warning: cussing, mentions of sexual activity's , cringey jokes.

"Holy shit this place is huge..."

Samantha and Natasha walked inside the entrance of the building. Samantha's eyes wandering around the building as she followed the agent. There wasn't anything to spectacular on this floor, just a bunch of workers and agents that were dressed formally. Bags and piles of papers stacked up in binders and briefcases that looked like it weighed much more than the actual person, being carried around.

The clear glass windows that made up nearly 80% of the building, was mesmerizing to her. She couldn't help but smile at her current situation. 1// she was able to skip work. 2// she gets to visit shield headquarters and 3//she's about to meet her childhood hero. What was there to hate!? All the excitement build up in her head all her true feelings about the group which honestly was great until the doors to an elevator opened. Two men where standing there staring at them. One was dark skinned. He was tall and had a pure black trench coat on. His eye piercing and stern as the other was hidden beneath an eye patch. His eye following her every move. The man standing next to him was the one and only Captain himself.

Natasha smirks as she started walking towards them. Samantha on the other hand loosing her pace. Her eyes was focused on the two men staring her up and down. Their eyes practically looking through her as if she was a ghost, which only made her heart hit the pit of her stomach.

"Romanoff" Said the black male, his eye on her for a second before trailing off to Samantha.

"Fury" Nat replied as she stood next to Steve. Her gaze now on small dark skinned Detective. Her smirk only grew bigger as Samantha got on the elevator, her nails nervously tapping on her forearm, looking down at her feet. Nat cocked an eyebrow at Samantha before whispering something into Steve's ear. His blue eyes was hooked on Samantha, the once stern look on his face turned to a bubbly smirk as he stood up straight looking back at Nat.

Samantha rolled her eyes at Natasha's whispering, and was thinking about confronting it before 'Fury' interrupted her thinking.

" I would assume you know why you're here, Detective Rose"

Samantha kept quiet but her glare landed on the man, biting the inside of my lip to keep herself from speaking out of line.

"You stole something from us and we would like it back, but you see the problem, Miss Rose, is that we can't find it. Not at your apartment, not at work, not at a friend's house, or a club, but for some reason every time we look up the radiation signal for that stone, we always find it in a place where it shouldn't be. With you." His eye narrowed, examining her body language. He could tell that she was nervous and scared, as she should be.

"Sir, I'm sorry but I can't give you that stone"She finally spoke, her voice stern and cold, but also soft and obviously intimidated. She holds her breath as she sees the man's body tense, his jaw clenched.

"And why is that?" Steve spoke up. His eyes staring coldly at her. She couldn't help but slightly jump in fear.

"It's because she absorbed the Gama radiation from it. " Nat answered before Samantha could even start to process his question.

"What?" Fury asked, looking at Nat in confusion, Steve giving her a conserned looking.

" I don't know, it's just what she told me" she shrugged carelessly playing with her nails.

The elevator door finally opened as Natasha walked out of it. "Follow me, Samantha" she says still not looking up from her nails as she began to walk down the hallway. Both men now staring at Samantha with a confused and concerned the look on their faces.

She chuckles nervously, an awkward smile on her face as she slowly backed out of the elevator. "Haha.." she inhales sharply. "Bye" she muttered, giving them a finger gun gesture before quickly jogging over to Nat.

"what now?" Steve's eyes were on the floor of the elevator. His hands on the handlebars, elbows pressed against the window. "You said that the radiation was increasing drastically. Now if this is really inside of her, I need to know what's going to happen. Is she going to be okay? Is it even safe for her to be roaming the Halls?"

"These are all questions that I'm not qualified to answer... Natasha took her to a place in the building where she's away from the public, while we notify Stark about the situation. She's in his hands from that point forward." Fury replied, his eye fixed on the conserned soldier. "Only time will tell what happens next."

"Nick, for all we know, We dont have time.-" Steve protested. He was about to go on and on about the situation before Nick handed him his phone. Automatically he shut his mouth, glaring at him before he took the phone. A list of information for Steve's next mission was pulled up, which was located in Sokovia. A small huff left the perk of his lips, his jaw twitched as he looked back at Nick.

"Like I already said. Questions I'm not qualified to answer" he smirked as the elevator opened once more. He gave the captain a soft pat on the shoulder before exiting the elevator.

It's been hours since Nat left Samantha in this room. She was told to stay in there until she was told otherwise, which to her it was a bunch of bullshit. A loud, impatient groan danced across her lips as she fell backwards onto the couch. Her legs dangling off the arm of it. Her mind dancing around the fact she met Captain America.

'I mean yeah, he wasn't too happy with me and he probably thinks I'm an idiot but... I FINALLY GOT TO MEET HIM!'

She giggled to herself. The ends of her lips curling at the thought. It didn't last for long though. Her smile disappeared as she heard someone fumbling with the door nob. She instantly sat up, kicking her feet off the couch as her eyes watched the door open.

A deep red blossomed on her face. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest as she looked up at the man who walks in the room and closes the door behind him. She tries her best to put on her best smile.

"Hi Captain.."

She chuckled nervously, the man looking down at her with the sweetest smile, making her heart flutter. He tugged up on his pants slightly as he took a seat, his eyes never leaving hers. Samantha silently shifted in her seat feeling rather uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all this ma'am-" he began, his voice calm and rather soothing.

"but you put yourself in this situation. You do realize that you will get arrested for this... Right?"

The thought never occurred to her. She tried to keep her cool but everytime that sentence replayed in her mind she'd slightly choke. Steve noticed this, quickly walking over to the mini fridge that sat across the room. He grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to her. Without hesitation she opened the bottle and started to gulp it down.

What she didn't notice is that the entire time Steve was giving her a worried look. She was still a kid in his eyes and watching her freak out over the situation was unsettling even though he knows this is HER own fault.

She coughs when she finishes the bottle. Her eyes not leaving her feet as she struggled to come up with a reply.

" I-im sorry Captain, but.. can we talk about something else..."

"Fine..."

He sighed slightly annoyed. He gave her a questioning look, searching her forest green eyes for any sign of pure fear.

"please.."

Samantha shifts over, giving Steve more room to sit. An apologetic smile plastered on her face.

"So..-" she began the echo of her nervously tapping her foot filled the room, making Steve crack a smile.

"How are you liking the 2000's? I know it's a little odd to be in almost a whole new world.

Steve smile only grow bigger as you looked down at the floor then glanced up at her. His eyes beginning to scan the room just admiring how different everything has become since the 1940's.

"It's home ... But it'll take some getting used too"

She chuckles softly " Go figure, I bet you miss the good days, huh?"

"Well things aren't so bad-" He started, slowly making his way over to the couch. The ends of Samantha's lips curved upwards when she caught a glimpse of the amusement appearing on his face.

"The food's a lot better, the beds are a lot softer, and the internet...most useful technology known to mankind and I still can't figure out how to work a computer, but I've been trying my best to catch up on that"

"Sounds like you've been having fun" she teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

He partially nodded in agreement. "It's much better than being frozen in the Atlantic for 70 years, I'll tell you that much" he replied with a smile, sitting on the arm of the couch with his arms folded, looking down at Samantha.

Silence filled the room as the two just looked at each other. Samantha's mind what shuffling, trying to figure out a solution. "Samantha Rose. Since I didn't get to properly introduce myself." She smiled shyly, raising her hand for a hand shake.

"Steve Rogers" A smirk appearing on his lips, as he took the younger woman's hand. His firm grip sending chills down her spine.

"Wouldn't of guested" she laughed, now feeling comfortable enough to let her sarcasm get the best of her. Steve just rolls his eyes at that.

"So how long?" He asked, pointing to the shiny gold badge she has hooked to the waistline of her skirt. A small 'oh' danced across her lips as she unhooked it swiftly and handed it to him.

She shrugged "About 5 and a half years. A technician for 1"

He nods. "You must be a pro"

She chuckles at the statement. "I wouldn't say pro, I just have good inspiration" She smiled softly, looking at Steve.

"Not to ruin the moment but your ride is here"

They move their gaze to the door. Steve's head hung looking down as he laughed under his breath. "Is every conversation I have with a woman considered a 'moment' to you?"

The redhead smirks at his reaction, she leans on the door looking at the two. "It's progress" she replied with the click of her tongue.

"Yeah, progress I'm not purposely trying to make" He sighs. He glanced back over at Samantha and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "That's your que"

"Right" She picked up her bookbag and placed it on one of her shoulders. Standing up, she placed her badge back on the waistline of her skirt, both of them watching her as she did so. "It was nice meeting you Captain" she stated, before heading to the door. Natasha was slowly walking into the room as Samantha walked out the door. She looked over at Steve once more and smiled.

"Stay safe"

He nods, returning the smile. "I'll keep it in mind." A small 'tch' left her pretty smile as she walked away to the elevator that already had an escort waiting for her.

Natasha nods in amusement as she walks over to Steve. "So... She's cute."

"Nat...-" Steve sighs once more, starting to fix the couch cushions. A small groan forming in his chest as he sees her wiggle her eyebrow at him

"Finish gathering up supplies for our next mission, then you find me a date."

"Hey, don't get mad at me for being supportive" That statement earned a glare from him. He knew what she was doing and honestly didn't find it funny at all.

She laughs at that " I'm multitasking" she smirked patting his shoulder. "You should consider it"

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thrumples · 5 years

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SPN S15 Live-blogging: Episode 1

spoilers under the cut

- i’m only on the intro. what the FUCK is up with this editing?? - it’s just zooming in on people’s faces with this fuckin wack song playing in the bg - this makes the s14 finale look like a joke - ok here we actually go - 1:49– it opens on jack’s burnt out eyes that’s fucking disgusting - 1:55– im sorry i really can’t take this seriously with this song asfkskskshsdhskskjlsh - 2:40– bro wtf how strong is cas?? he just Yoinked jack’s body up off the ground with like no effort - man i. i really can’t take this shit seriously with this song - 3:13– ok we finally got to the intro. i actually kinda like this title card, it’s very glowy - 3:30– askfhsks these zombies are just. Striding right up to the crypt door. no dramatic stumbling or anything they’re literally just walking. they are making some neat zombie noises tho - i miss when this show used to be good - 4:27– i forgot to turn my subtitles on until now and then was smacked in the face with “cass” - 5:31– what is up with this random camera zooming - 5:54– dean stop shouting - i got so used to the wonderful writing of good omens that i got kinda knocked off my feet here with how much this show has gone downhill - 7:02– WOAH HANG ON HANG HANG ON JACK WTF ARE YOU DOING - “hello!” BRUH IM LOSING IT - he’s a DEMOn AKDHAJSGSNSISGAKHSKBSKH - 8:01– “my name is Belphegor” bruh WHAT is going ON - “you’re an abomination with that stupid dumb trench coat” he’s not wrong the olive green makes him look terrible - 8:35– those sunglasses, i can’t take him seriously in those sunglasses man - 9:50– *angrily* “we are not twinsies” i really didn’t think i’d hear cas say that - bel looks like he just came back from the area 51 raid - 11:10– oh they’re all dead! fun - 11:38– bruh that transition i can’t even deal with this goddamn show anymore - 11:52– this is not how regular teenage girls talk to each other - 11:56– tHats not how cellphones work either - 12:16– “divorce is awesome” - 12:43– when did this show start getting worse? i think it was season 6 - it certainly keeps getting even worse - i feel like i’m watching riverdale - also what’s up with all these disney ads - 13:48– the subtitles call him Bel and since i can’t remember or pronounce his actual name that’s the only way i’m gonna refer to him from now on - 14:42– ooh! red paint! - 14:48– whoever is in charge of the music for this show should be fired - 15:22– AW HELL YEAH WOMAN IN WHITE WE GOIN BACK TO THE PILOT EPISODE BABEY - 15:46– why does jared constantly look like he’s about to start crying - 16:17– that is a BIG ASS GARAGE - 17:00– i feel like that kid should be freaking out a whole lot more than she actually is - like she’s just kinda crying, if i was in that situation i would be curled up in a ball on the floor screeching - 17:31– this feels like a car ad - 17:45– sir please stop snarling you’re making me uncomfortable - also is he wearing a sock on his head? - 18:25– well fuck that i guess we don’t get to see what happens - 18:54– crowley jr - 19:53– can bel, like,,,, see? he doesn’t have eyes but he saw dean put the gun away,,, - 20:10– “so people are like, crazy good-looking now, huh?” bel you’ve just become my new fav demon - 20:19– dean that was the exact same reaction i had - 20:46– is bel bi - 21:15– “he was our kid” - idek what i wanted to write for that i just wanted to put that down - 21:53– yknow sam most people don’t like it when you just. open their doors and come in with a shotgun - also why are these people leaving their doors unlocked - 22:07– these houses are extremely cookie-cutter, they have the same furniture and everything - also wtf is up with these random pulsating noises i can’t tell if it’s supposed to be a heartbeat or not - 22:37– oh look more red paint - wait is this the house with the sockhead clown? - 23:04– so the ghosts just kinda. only showed up in this one specific town huh - don’t some of them have relics that they’re supposed to be attached to? - also this is completely off track but uhh WHO REMEMBERS THAT GHOST FROM SEASON 1 THAT THEY TRAPPED IN THE SEWER BUT NEVER KILLED?? BC THAT MF IS STILL FUCKIN THERE - 23:22– bloody mary just looks like she’s wearing a shitty Party City costume - 23:53– bruh how did those two get up onto that shelf in the time before the clown got into the garage?? - also how long have they been up there?????? - OH SHIT THE CLOWN i definitely didn’t see this coming - /s - 24:36– oh shit sam actually got cut - also quit singing dude you’re off-key - 24:47– AYY CAS COMIN IN TO SAVE SAM’S ASS - hang on my subtitles stopped working - 25:22– “move your exquisite ass Please” - 25:45– oh we got s4 references - 26:30– “wait every door? even the cage?” WHAT - WAIT HANG ON - THAT MEANS - ADAM!!!!!! - 27:07– alright cas i’m pretty sure you just completely shifted this woman’s spirituality - 27:30– sam you can’t just talk about shooting god in front of other people - 28:00– uhhhh eXcuse mE was that DEMON SAMMY - sam: receives a mortal wound that contains properties he’s never seen before - also sam: “i’m fine” - 28:43– oh no something’s about to happen to this poor sheriff - 28:48– I HATE IT WHEN IM RIGHT - 29:27– goddamnit what is up with these stupid pulsating noises?? - bel: sees dead body - bel: “cool” - also i’ve gotten the same migrane medication ad like three times while watching this - 30:05– i guess you could technically call this town a ghost town now - 30:54– lmao that throw looked Super fuckin fake - 31:01– *menacingly shimmies toward ghost with shotgun* - 31:03– “it’s okay, it’s just one ghost” how do i know that something’s gonna grab that kid and drag her right into that pond - 31:26– ASJSHSKHJSYBKSJSK cas just looks so pissed off about being shot - 31:40– local demon thinks he can deter a spirit by saying “bad ghost” - 32:16– well technically i was wrong and right bc something came out of the pond but it grabbed the mom - also is this kid okay? - 32:36– bel says “anime” - 34:14– hey sam maybe you should check how many shotgun shells you have left before you try to take on 4 ghosts at once - better yet why don’t you RUN OVER THE LINE WHERE THEY CAN’T KILL YOU - 35:02– ghost: *screams in sam’s face bc it’s mad that it’s stuck* - sam: “shut up” - my video quality just hella dropped in the middle of an ad break i hope this doesn’t last - nvm it’s cause i’m on the wrong internet lmao hang on a sec - 36:23– why does no one let cas do anything - 36:38– are they about to kiss - 36:45– nope dean just wanted to be a dick - bel says what we’re all thinking - 37:48– can we like. make sam get an x-ray or something to see if the bullet is still in his arm - 37:58– dean you are spilling that disinfectant All over the car trunk - 39:04– dean’s getting existential - 39:52– sam: “for the first time, it’s just us” - cas: do i look like a joke to you - also i think my subtitles are broken - 40:46– AYY MORE PILOT FLASHBACKS

final thoughts: that was,,, kind of a lot better than i thought it would be? the first ten minutes were kinda shit but then Bel showed up and absolutely made my day

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