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thewidowsghost · 2 years

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Agent Danvers - Chapter 8

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Kara and Alex are sitting beside (Y/n)'s hospital bed.

(Y/n) was asleep, exhausted after the strain her body had just gone through.

There is a soft knock on the doorframe and the Danvers sisters turn, their gazes softening as Yelena and Melina push their heads in the door.

"Do you mind if we trade out?" Melina asks, her eyes glancing to the window before they dart back onto (Y/n)'s sleeping form. "You two should get some rest."

Both Alex and Kara nod. Alex leans over, pressing a kiss to her baby sister's forehead. Kara gives (Y/n)'s hand a squeeze before she and Alex leave (Y/n) with Yelena and Melina.

"I wish you'd wake up," Melina murmurs, taking (Y/n)'s hand and brushing her thumb across her late daughter's girlfriend's hand. Poor girl, Melina thinks, a tear trickling down her cheek. First Natasha, and now her baby.

. . .

A few months had passed, and the two concerned older sisters had convinced (Y/n) to take up a job at the DEO - totally not their way of keeping track of their youngest sister.

(Y/n)'s back hits the mat, and she just lies there for a moment, staring up at her eldest sister.

Alex smiles down at (Y/n), offering her a hand.

(Y/n) shakes her head, taking her sister's hand with a grin.

. . .

"This thing is like state of the state of the art," Winn says, leaning over the table, (Y/n) at his side. "Kind of looks like something my dad might have built in one of his more murdery moments."

(Y/n) glances at her best friend, her lips twitching slightly in a smile.

"I pulled a partial print from the wreckage," (Y/n) says, removing her gloves. "Belongs to John Corben. International assassin for hire. Been linked to Intergang, Kasnian terrorists, and the genocide in Corto Maltese." Jo'on, Alex, and Clark - Superman - all look at the screen while (Y/n) explains. "If you want somebody high-profile killed, this is the guy you hire."

"But who would want Lena Luthor dead?" J’oon asks.

"Hey, where's Kara?" Winn asks.

"She's trying to talk Lena out of going through with the renaming ceremony," Clark replies.

"Something tells me Miss Luthor will be going on with it either way," (Y/n) says with a frown.

"I'll have on the case. This Corben doesn't seem like he cares who gets hurt so long as he gets his target," J'oon says.

"Kara and I will be there, too," Clark says.

. . .

"My brother's serving thirty-two consecutive life sentences," Lena Luthor and Kara walk down the sidewalk. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised there isn't a bigger turnout."

"You're taking an awful risk," Kara says, looking over at Lena, "going ahead with the renaming ceremony with your life in danger."

"I won't have a life if I can't make this company into something positive," Lena replies. "All it will be remembered for is Lex's madness."

. . .

(Y/n) and Alex are standing on opposite sides of the stage, Kara standing at the back of the crowd.

"I want to thank you all for coming," Lena's voice booms through the speakers.

"I'm in the main plaza. No sign of Corben," (Y/n) murmurs into her COMMs.

"My brother hurt a lot of good, innocent people," Lena continues and (Y/n)'s gaze falls on the woman at the podium. "My family owes a debt, not just to Metropolis, but to everyone. I intend to pay that. By renaming my company L-Corp, we will usher in a new age of cooperation and community. Together, we will chart a brighter future."

An explosion rocks the ground, and blows up some of the building as well as the new L-Corp sign.

People scream as they run away from the fire and explosion.

(Y/n) catches sight of Corben walking down the street and follows. "I've got eyes on Corben," (Y/n) says into her COMMs.

"Officer, thank God," Lena says as Corben walks towards her.

Corben lifts his handgun to shoot Lena.

Lena falters, staking a step back.

(Y/n) grabs Corben's arm, lowering it so when he pulls the trigger, it shoots into the sidewalk.

Lena watches with wide eyes as (Y/n) flips over Corben's shoulder, pinning his arm against his back and ripping the handgun out of his hand and the gun hits the ground.

(Y/n) elbows Corben in the face and the man staggers back.

Corben sneaks up behind (Y/n), pulling her into a chokehold.

(Y/n) chokes, straining against the man. She lifts up her legs and rocks herself over, pinning Corben under her.

Corben throws (Y/n) off, and she hits the ground with a pained grown before rising unsteadily to her feet.

Corben pulls out a knife and lunges for (Y/n).

"You do not quit," (Y/n) mutters, dodging the knife and grabbing Corben's shoulder.

(Y/n) knocks Corben to the ground and he rolls, picking up his gun that had fallen to the ground.

Corben picks up the gun, pulling (Y/n) into another chokehold and pressing the gun to her chin.

Kara - now dressed as Supergirl - lands in front of the two. "Let her go," Kara says,

"You're gonna let me out of here," Corben says, moving the barrel of the gun to point at the side of (Y/n)'s head.

"Lex Luthor hired you to kill his sister, didn't he?" Kara asks, leaning forward a little.

(Y/n) struggles in Corben's arms.

"Luthor still has resources and reach," Corben replies, "even rotting in maximum security lockdown." (Y/n) shoots a fearful look at Kara and then at Alex, who had popped up behind Kara. "Now, I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do . . ."

The sound of a gun firing makes (Y/n) flinch violently, but Corben is the one to drop to the ground, dead.

Alex crouches over Corben, inspecting him. "Bullet went through-and-through. But he needs a hospital."

(Y/n) looks behind her, meeting the green eyes of Lena Luthor. (Y/n) swallows thickly, before glancing over at Alex, who had let her concerned gaze rest on (Y/n).

"Nice work, Supergirl," Alex says.

"I had help," Kara nods to Lena and then up to Clark hovering in the air above her.

. . .

Kara and Clark are standing in Lena's office, looking at a paper with the headline "A New Hope for L-Corp."

"Thank you, Mr. Kent," Lena gets up from her office chair and rounding the desk. "This is exactly the kind of press my company needs after yesterday's attack. And thank you for including that part about me shooting the guy. That'll teach Lex to mess with me." Kara and Clark chuckle. "He'll be the laughing stock of Cell Block X."

"Well, that's not exactly why I wrote it," Clark says with a slight smile. "I wrote it because it was the truth. I was wrong about you, Ms. Luthor." He gives her a nod. "I'm sorry."

Lena smiles to herself for a moment before looking up to meet Clark's eyes, "Well, if I can make a believer out of Clark Kent, there's hope yet."

Kara looks down at the ground.

"What about you, Ms. Danvers?" Lena questions, looking over at the blonde. "I didn't see your name on the byline."

"Uh . . ." Kara pauses. "Well, like I said, I'm not a reporter."

"You could have fooled me," Lena replies, studying Kara. Lena moves back around the desk to sit down. "I hope this isn't the last time we talk."

"I hope not either," Kara smiles.

. . .

"Welcome to the DEO, Mr. Schott," J’oon shakes Winn's hand.

"Thank you, Hank, or Director Henshaw. Or was it J'oon, or Martian Manhunter? What's the protocol here?" Winn questions.

(Y/n) smacks Winn gently on the back of the head.

"'Sir' will do just fine," J'oon replies, looking amused.

"Yes, sir, Hank. J’oon, no . . ." Winn says and (Y/n) grins.

"Congratulations, Winn," Kara smiles, dressed in her Supergirl suit.

"It's good to have you officially on the team," Alex approaches from the other side of the room.

"Oh, I was just wondering . . ." Winn says and (Y/n) has an idea what Winn is going ask about, "And this is not a deal-breaker whatsoever, but I had a pretty sweet IRA over at CatCo. Does that transfer over?"

(Y/n) laughs, clapping her best friend on the shoulder.

. . .

"You promised Kara you'd be nice to Clark while he was here," (Y/n) says, leaning against her and Winn's shared desk; Alex makes a grunt in agreement into her coffee.

"I said I would try," Jo'on replies.

"'Do or do not. There is no try'," Winn says and (Y/n) snickers.

"Exactly how bad did you want this job, Mr. Schott?" J’oon questions Winn.

"He'll be leaving town soon, I'm sure," Alex says, walking over to stand beside her boss. "So until then . . ."

(Y/n) sighs with exhaustion as she hears Supergirl whooping through the COMMs.

"I'll be in the armory shooting at something," J'oon says.

"That sounds relaxing," Winn says and (Y/n) giggles.

. . .

(Y/n) is throwing on her bulletproof vest, as she, Alex, and other DEO agents walk through the halls.

"Supergirl," Alex says in her angry sister voice and (Y/n) winces. "We haven't heard from you. We were just leaving to catch the Kigori."

"Oh, we just dropped that little guy in containment," Clark says, exchanging a smile with Kara.

"Yeah," Kara agrees with a grin.

There is an awkward silence and (Y/n) unzips her vest.

"Stand down, guys," Alex says, waving the other soldiers off.

"I'm sorry," Kara says. "Team Krypton was just having hashtag-too-much-fun," both Clark and Kara laugh. (Y/n) raises an eyebrow. "I mean, I've always loved being Supergirl. But today . . ."

"Next time, it would be nice if you followed protocol," Jo'on growls, "and alerted us that an alien combative was no longer a threat. Your cousin may not work for the DEO, but you still do."

Kara pauses. "Sorry," Kara says, shrugging. "We were . . . We were just having . . .

"Hashtag-too-much-fun. Yeah, we know." J’oon replies.

The whole building powers down and everyone looks around, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Uh, energy drain coming from the holding area," Winn appears behind (Y/n). "Again."

The agents, J’oon, Kara, and Clark walk into the holding area, observing the man inside. A green glow making all of them looking sickly pale.

"It started happening last night," (Y/n) tells the other, she - not wanting to return to her empty apartment - had stayed late with Winn to watch over the man recovering in the room.

"All energy resources at the DEO suddenly diverted to him," Alex says, her gaze questioning.

"You're exposing him to Kyrptonite?" Clark asks, turning to Jo'on, but Kara look at her youngest sister, who doesn't meet her gaze. "He's a survivor, not a prisoner."

"It's a precaution," J'oon replies. "We don't know anything about him."

There is a whirring sound and the lights in the patient's room flicker before the power comes back completely.

"Ooh, power is back at one-hundred percent," Winn says, checking his tablet.

"His vitals have jumped again," Alex says, peering over Winn's shoulder. "It's at the same rate as the power drain."

"He's repairing himself at a cellular level?" Clark asks.

"It's like photosynthesis," Alex says, moving to stand in front of the glass. "His cells are absorbing the electrical energy and converting them into chemical energy."

"You should test his levels again. Now that he's . . ." Clark begins but J'oon cuts him off.

"We've got this, Superman," Jo'on says, frowning at the Kryptonian.

"Sure you do," Clark replies, returning the Martian's frown. "I should go," he turns to his cousin.

Kara nods slightly and Clark walks away.

When the Kryptonian is out of earshot, Kara takes a step towards J'oon. "I know you aren't the best of friends, but you promised you'd be nice to him while he's here."

"Yeah, actually he said he would try," Winn says and (Y/n)'s lips twitch.

"How . . . How is it hard to be nice to Superman?" Kara asks, looking between her sisters, Winn, and J'oon. "He's Superman."

"If it means so much to you, we will get along," J'oon replies before he turns, walking out of the lab.

"Thank you," Kara replies. She sighs, and Winn follows his boss out of the room.

"We still on for sister night?" Alex asks her sisters and (Y/n) smiles. "Veep and Chinese?"

"Yeah. Of course," Kara replies.

"I can still bring Liho, right?" (Y/n) asks.

"Yes," Alex smiles.

"Do you know it's Clark's favorite show, too?" Kara asks brightly, looking up at Alex.

"Is Clark coming to sister night?" Alex asks, blinking with surprise.

"Yeah. I mean, he's in town," Kara says. "And he is family."

Alex scoffs, smiling at Kara. "The more the merrier."

(Y/n) doesn't know whether her thoughts are selfish or not, but she felt kind of upset that she wouldn't have her sisters to herself.

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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years

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Horror DS Fun Facts :)

In-universe, Cross, Nightmare, and Error still just the Meme Squad. When they’re with other Dreamswap MVs, they’re the Horror Squad

All the signature bladed weapons are significantly more vicious looking than normal. I can’t show it in hero forge but Dream’s sword has notches in it, and Nightmare’s scythe (and the spearhead blades) are serrated.

It’s pretty common for the Meme Squad to hear someone talking about how Nightmare’s not real. It pisses him off but he doesn’t usually do anything about it. Cross and Error are pissed on his behalf but he doesn’t do anything so he won’t either.

one time though some Semi Important Guy (gender neutral) on the news was talking about them and called Cross and Error ‘fantatics’ who probably think that by killing enough people they can bring Nightmare back from hell or something. This person is found dead in their home soon after, with a picture of the three of them posing with the guy right before they died signed by all three of them with ‘we heard you talking shit about us?’ written on the back

It’s common for them to do that to people who piss them off. They choose memes or vines they find ‘fitting’ to the situation and recreate it and take a picture before killing them

Nightmare has an untraceable phone that he sometimes uses to send Dream pictures of a recent murder. The pictures are also recreations of a Funny Internet Thing. Dream can’t exactly say he has contact with the Meme Squad and he can’t just say they did it, so he has to find actual evidence. Usually when they do this they’ve taken extra care to hide the evidence. They very much enjoy watching him struggle

dream and nightmare have this weird thing going on where Dream gets irritated on nightmare’s behalf whenever a murder is pinned on him for no reason other than there being little evidence of who could’ve done it, and Nightmare always wants Dream to figure it out before anyone else does. it’s like Sherlock and Moriarty but more fucked up somehow

the only thing really keeping Ink from joining the meme squad is a pay check and a nice apartment

Terry was originally bought with several other tarantulas to help Ink with an 'interrogation’ with someone who has a horrible fear of spiders, but she got attached to Terry. Occasionally he still helps out. terry he beloved. terry my beloved also but only bc i don’t actually have to meet him i don’t vibe with spiders

Ink has a lot of drawings with Terry. Some of them are very cute. Some of them are with him tearing into the carcass of some kind of bug.

Dream could theoretically set a full corrupt on fire with his aura. He wouldn’t on purpose unless they pissed him off but his aura is just that reactive. Hopefully Toasty doesn’t happen here, for Jet and Obsidian’s sakes. or really everyone’s tbh there’s a lot that could go horribly wrong

the Meme Squad know that they’re not entirely sane exactly but they think that all they need is each other. It’s very sweet but nah y'all needs some mf therapy. Mostly related, they have a lot of separation anxiety and always sleep in a pile. Always. They’re almost very soft.

You know how friends jokingly threaten each other like 'i’m going to beat the shit out of you.’ sometimes? The Meme Squad does that but more murdery. it’s the same thing effectively they’re just unhinged

The Meme Squad found an abandoned warehouse and made it a death maze with traps. They will occasionally bring random people here and hunt them through the maze. The maze is decorated to look like the Backroom because they’re a bunch of nerds still

kevin’s favorite pie is chicken pot pie. it has no real effect on his Ultimate Form, he just prefers it more than other kinds of pie. nightmare is only slightly concerned

Nightmare’s very very good at sneaking around and hiding. The most recent photo of him his from when he was just starting to become a multiversal menace. so it’s fucking old. And he’s had decades to get better. He can become unseen very very easily. because he’s so good though he had to teach Error and Cross his ways because otherwise they were going to get caught. They still get a lot closer than Nightmare used to when he was on his own but they never really do.

trick or treating is very dangerous. Most people just have Halloween parties and no one unfamiliar is let in. Unfortunately ever since the rumors started going around that Nightmare died people decided it must be safe to go out again. Fortunately there are a lot universes and the meme squad is only three people and they aren’t going to split up, so even with them jumping AUs frequently during trick or treating hours, there’s a pretty low chance that they’ll find yours!

They always dress up as horror movie villains. This would be super helpful in identifying them, except they always choose the ones that are super popular and that a lot of people will be wearing.

Ink’s drawings of her her victims are very realistic and they’re not usually exaggerated. It’s terrifying but it’s fine. She also draws a lot of Terry and some of them are very nice and cute and then others are of him tearing gory pieces off of a bug he’s eating

also sometimes she draws terry helping with murders but those are all just made up. it still scared Finch in the Good Ending though so before Terry was brought to Ink’s cell he made sure terry wasn’t actually a demon spider. He is not! he’s just a Little Guy. but after blue and bobby finch has good reason to be concerned

While Ink’s in the max security area, most of her drawings are of the horrible things she’s going to do to Finch before she kills him if she ever gets out. Slowly over the course of her therapy sessions they become more of just Terry. also she lets terry out of his enclosure to wander around the cell frequently and lets him hang out with her

There’s actually no reason Red Sky can’t happen after Delusional. I won’t go into but we can call that the Everything’s Gone To Absolute Shit Ending And Everyone Dies

no one knows anything about the real bobby.

Bobby fucking cheats in Minecraft btw. On single player worlds that’s fine but he does it in public servers too. Constantly. he has all the hypixel pets and outfits and he did not get those fairly. he’s got the mvp+ or vip+ or whatever’s the highest thing there too and he’s not really supposed to but he does. he keeps getting banned but he can easily make more accounts. he doesn’t really care he just wants to make people miserable. he absolutely trolls too

Randy will sometimes hear Bobby laughing in his room. This would not be concerning however his default laugh is 'evil cackling’. fortunately he’s just trapping some villagers in a burning building, or making another player suffer for finding him in hide and seek. at least he’s not murdering people through their computers. as. far as randy knows. he’s not going to ask though he doesn’t want to know

Hacker, once he’s able to eat junk food again, eats so much he gets sick. Finch tried to tell him that would happen but he wanted the cheetos. the doritos. the good shit. he doesn’t really regret it

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fadecrow · 2 years

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I’m done fucking with people I don’t like (for now) so I’m gonna actually make some content.

I remembered someone say that some examples I gave in a discourse post sounded like problematic fic prompts so let me write them down and expand on them + add some more. Some of them I am using myself or have explored in daydreams.

Feel free to change them to fit your plot or the fandoms you ship for, these are just to spark ideas. Some of them can be pretty scary in the right circumstances and I’ve been watching horror so my ideas are gonna be inspired by that, you have been warned.

A barely-legal teenager gets into a relationship with their much older teacher. Can be accidental, or maybe one was manipulating the other into it. Could also apply to a younger college student if the barely-legal part is iffy for you.

A captured character has Stockholm Syndrome towards their yandere kidnapper. Perhaps the yandere is actually kind of sweet to them, aside from the obsession. Or maybe they’re actually murdery, scary, and dangerous if the captured person doesn’t play their cards right. Could easily be tweaked to be soft (for a yandere kidnapper fic), or a straight up horror novel, depending on your preferences.

A human character is exploring, alone or with their friends. They find a house, or maybe they started there, and they go inside out of curiosity or on a dare. Its an old mansion, decades or even centuries old, and the vampire living there has taken interest in the pretty mortal that has wandered into their home. Their relationship can be can be sweet, mysterious, or incredibly dark. (Look up Villainous Thing and For The Departed by Shayfer James for mood setting songs that inspired this.)

A human gets captured and/or sold as a pet/pleasure slave type of thing for an alien, and they form a bond with each other despite initial difficulties due to the circumstances. Perhaps the human learns that they like the way things are now, or perhaps the alien helps them get recognized as a person to live as equals.

A character is cult member (possibly since childhood) and has been affected by some kind of anomaly or brainwashing or magic that makes them think they have a real human-like relationship with a dangerous, predatory (as in carnivorous), non-human entity. Could end up with the cultist being possessed by the predatory god or even straight up eaten themselves. Maybe they go on a conquer-murder rampage and become villains together.

Or maybe the non-human entity isn’t exactly predatory, and the character probably isn’t brainwashed, but in order to be safe in a relationship with a mortal they must be taught. Stuff like “No you can’t bite me, your teeth are sharp and I might die.” Can still lead to possession, except now its used as a vehicle for the characters to better understand each other. If you wanted, you could play into the horror aspects of it by making the possession more physical than commonly portrayed, twisting their body with too many eyes and too-sharp claws. Or by subjecting the human’s mind to concepts that stretch their sanity to its limits because they can’t take it. The yawning, heavy void of what passes as their lover’s soul barely brushing against their mind, carefully held back even in this fusion because if the full weight was given to them they’d be lost. Stuff like that.

Honestly even outside the cosmic horror, gods getting with humans is a little problematic just because of the power imbalance and worship aspects. My favorite thing is to start from when the god is a barely a wisp of a spirit living in the wilds, and gradually grow them into a main deity for their region. Give them a simple altar that gets built into a huge temple. Maybe they have a harem, or maybe just one favored worshipper/spouse. Do they let their favorite stay mortal, or try to lift them into godhood as well? Do they get in conflicts with other gods that either have the opposite domain or do the main character’s domain “wrong”?

A demigod (could be from other works or a child made from the stories in the previous prompts) getting into a relationship with their god parent. They aren’t human anyway so it doesn’t matter, right? (It might actually matter or it might not, up to you.)

Thats all I can think of for rn, maybe I’ll add more in the future.

#proship #pro shipping #pro ship #pro fiction #not safe for kids #text #manipulation tw #abuse tw #unhealthy relationships #uh #i think thats it????#idk what the fuck I’m supposed to tag for the cosmic horror shit #psychological horror tw #body horror tw #long post

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darkmagickingdom · 3 years

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Gush hours! Tell me your OTPs and why you love 'em

You have opened the floodgates now

I'll only talk about my Disney Villains ones for now because that's all that relates to the blog, but if you want to hear about the ones I have outside of the disney fandom I would be more than happy to gush about those too.

The Lich's Dark Fairytale--aka the Horned King/Maleficent

- Okay, I talked about this one a bit a while ago. But unsurprisingly, I have more to say. So this wasn't my first enemies-to-lovers ship--I think my first one was created at least four years ago, but it's probably closer to six, and even that might be undershooting it--but this was my first "oh they'd try to kill each other, that's spicy" ship.

It started as a thing that wouldn't last, just a way to explore the kind of pairing where they're both trying to kill each other while trying to ignore their less-murdery feelings for each other.

It was a pairing dynamic I didn't really explore before then. Then I ended up liking both characters, their similarities, their shared dynamic--so much that I just had to make it a sincere enemies-to-lovers. And I'm a sucker for villains that have a soft side for someone but are still, y'know, evil. And given how Maleficent's whole thing in her movie is sticking it to the "true love conquers all" trope, I like the idea that a relationship wouldn't magically make her good. Sorry, Jolie, but she's just more fun of a character to me as a bad girl.

I would also love to see someone as gleefully evil as Maleficent try and lift the King out of his bitter and somber little grave. It'd be good to hear him maniacally laugh more often. Or really, at all. Maleficent's come back to life a ton of times, and might not be fully killable, while at least in my personal headcanons, the King can't ever fully die, being able to remain aware and keep his soul in his body no matter how horribly its damaged. So there's none of that immortal's angst that either of them would get from a relationship with a mortal.

I also love seeing characters be ruthlessly protective of one another, and I think these two have great potential for that. They both have potential to get absolutely bloodthirsty on the battlefield, even if Disney never really let us see either of them doing that. But you don't get a reputation like Maleficent's by sitting on a throne all day, and you don't achieve a reputation like the Horned King's by never riding into battle and cutting a few thousands down upon an accursed, blood-soaked blade. In fact, book-accurate depictions of the King have him surprisingly jacked, and looking a lot more battle-ready than his animated counterpart. I like to think that's how he was when he was much younger, before he started rotting. So if it comes down to it, they'll both wreak havoc on a battlefield, or they'll form an impenetrable defense to shield the other. And that is my JAM.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Love Me Dead by Ludo. But I have a whole playlist for them tbh.

Cards & Dice--aka Facilier/Oogie

Now this one is just. Fun. These two have such a similar aesthetic and flair for elaborate jazzy song-and-dance numbers (with use of blacklight!) that I just had to have them become friends. And gradually I decided "okay. But what if...they were friends-to-lovers?" And thus, Cards & Dice was born.

Honestly I think they'd be the most fun of my OTPs to play third-wheel to. They'd get up to all kinds of villainous shenanigans, make a TON of enemies, and make a narrow getaway every time.

Also? Considering they're both more nervous on average than the average Disney villain (with Oogie being one of the only ones actively terrified of his hero, and Facilier one of the only ones seen nervous and afraid before his demise) I like to think they could help each other with their respective fears. Facilier standing up to Jack, Oogie standing up to the "Friends" (even if neither are actually powerful enough to win). Oogie just sitting and hearing Facilier out when he's freaked out about how the "Friends" might still be searching for him. Facilier saving the HBIC (that's Head Bug In Charge, aka the Brain Bug, aka the green earwig Santa squished) just in time when the rest of Oogie's body gets destroyed. That's all just so good to me.

And don't get me STARTED on them singing and dancing together, completely stealing the floor every time! They're WONDERFUL, Your Honor.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Poker Face by Lady Gaga. But I got like a whole playlist for them in the works lol

A New DIRECTIVE--aka AUTO/Doris

Yes, I did just come up with that name. I think it's quite good.

So this one started as like. A joke. A what-if. A "hey, they're the only robots so they oughta stick together". How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, IT WAS ONLY A KISS

So I am a sucker for the trope where the more chaotic one breaks the orderly one out of their shell and gets them to be less rigid. What if that, but evil?

"Hey boy, how would you like to go from lawful neutral to chaotic evil?"

"I don't suffer from 'I could fix him' disease. I think I could make him worse."

Theirs is like the inverse of the "love makes the bad guy turn good" trope. Love makes the robot disobey his programming, go rogue, and help his girl take over the world.

They're like the evil version of WALL-E and EVE. Except with the roles reversed, because the guy is the one from space who wants to follow his DIRECTIVE while the girl is the one from Earth trying to be like "no dude, check this out, I can control people and stuff all by myself. We should totally rule the world, it'll be awesome."

I usually imagine this pair with humanoid android forms because it's. Kind of hard to get invested in a ship's wheel and a hat. They're both a lot less expressive in their base forms than either WALL-E or EVE, so giving them cool android forms helps. I don't imagine them as super human-looking droids though, cause if they're more obviously robots it looks cooler. Though I DO think Doris deserves a face so she can go >:D sometimes. And AUTO deserves the ability to go >o|

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Daisy Bell by Harry Dacre. Because they're both HAL 9000 references (Doris a lot less obviously so, but she's still got that one red eye), and evil robots the way HAL was, and that's the song HAL starts singing before he's deactivated. Which in and of itself is a reference to the first speaking/singing computer-generated voice program, IBM704, which famously sang the song Daisy Bell. (there's also a Futurama episode where Bender dates a HAL 9000 reference character, and there's a montage of them doing romantic things set to Bender singing Daisy Bell. For all my fellow Futurama fans out there ;) I'd especially recommend this version, where someone had both the original IBM704 and VOCALOID4 sing the song as a duet. (Because I like the idea of Doris getting a Vocaloid or Vocaloid-like voice if she was able to speak actual words instead of that admittedly really cute droidspeak language from the movie)

There are also plenty of villain ships in this fandom that I've seen that I love (such as FireSerpent--aka Jafar/Hades--, EvilPuppies--aka Grimhilde/Cruella--, and SeaDragon--aka Ursula/Maleficent) but I wanted to talk about only the ones I developed myself, since I think the creators of those ship names would be better equipped to talk about them.

#answered #long post #the lich's dark fairytale #cards & dice #a new DIRECTIVE #the horned king #maleficent #dr facilier #oogie boogie #AUTO #DOR-15

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madamebaggio · 3 years

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Notes: Previously...

Also, this will soon be on my AO3 ;)

***

Jack knew he was in deep shit the moment Brock asked to spar.

He should’ve known it’d end like this.

“Brock.” He grumbled as Brock’s chokehold tightened up.

“You’re going to apologise to Darcy.” Brock informed him, coldly calm.

“Fine!” He tapped out.

Brock let him go and watched as Jack took deep breaths in. “I’m serious, Jack. That was wrong. Not only that you were watching her, but that you reported her to me.”

“Isn’t that what friends are supposed to do?” Jack mumbled.

Brock glared at him. “Not like this.” Brock said firmly. “Not because you saw her talking to some man in front of the building; this proves nothing.”

Jack lowered his gaze and sulked for a bit. “I wasn’t following her.” He said after a bit. “I was just coming in and saw her.”

“It doesn’t change a thing.”

Jack sulked harder.

Brock sighed. “Listen, man.” He put a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I appreciate the loyalty. I know you have my back, the same way I have yours. You’re a friend to me, and I want to keep it that way.”

It was Jack’s turn to sigh. “I’ll apologise to her.” He finally said.

“Good. I trust Darcy, and I love her. I’d like to keep it that way as well.”

Jack just nodded.

***

“What’s going on?” Darcy asked, looking from Brock to Jack.

Jack looked like a toddler who’d just been told off. It was very amusing, since he normally just looked murdery.

“Jack has something to say to you.” Brock informed her.

Now Darcy was intrigued. She had a weird feeling about Jack; she didn’t think he disliked her, but she was also sure he didn’t like her. He wasn’t indifferent either. It was like he was decided to mistrust her.

Brock had told her once that Jack didn’t trust anyone besides him, and they were working on it. He assured her that his friend didn’t dislike her, but he admitted that Jack wasn’t comfortable around new people.

“What is it, Captain Cheekbones?”

Jack narrowed his eyes, then Brock elbowed him. “I want to apologise.”

Darcy arched an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I saw you talking to someone in front of the building and called Brock to let him know.”

“What?” Darcy screeched. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You seemed to close.” Jack crossed his arms.

“That man is basically my uncle, you little…” Darcy pressed her lips together and took a deep breath in. “Not cool.”

“I know.” Jack grumbled. “I am sorry.”

“You’re on time out.” She informed him. “No more cookies!”

Jack’s jaw dropped at that. “What?”

“You heard me.” Darcy knew how much he liked her macadamia cookies.

Brock snickered. “That’s what you get.”

Jack left still grumbling about the cookies.

“Good threat, babe.”

“I’m soft.” Darcy sighed. “I’ll probably be incapable of cutting him off for too long.”

Brock pulled her for a hug. “It’s okay. Any amount of time without cookies will be terrible for him.” He kissed the top of her head. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“He is. But he’s a jerk that I trust with my life.”

Darcy scoffed. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“What?”

“The guy.”

“I trust you.” Brock tipped her chin up so he could look into her eyes.

“That easy?” Darcy asked, a bit amused.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you’d be the jealous kind.” Darcy confessed.

“Nah. I’m too old to be jealous.”

Darcy giggled. “It was my honorary uncle Lee. Apparently my father is concerned about meeting you.”

“He’s worried he’s going to get you angry somehow?” Brock guessed.

“Yes. Lee promised to help keep things civilised, but I don’t believe him much.”

“Why not?”

“Well, my father didn’t terrorize my boyfriends alone.” She pointed out.

“Babe, he’d need an army to terrorize me.” Brock assured her.

#madame baggio #crackship #CrossOver #MCU #AU #gifs not mine #snippet #meeting the expendables #The Expendables #darcy lewis #brock rumlow #darcy lewis x brock rumlow

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chibsytelford · 4 years

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Bestfriends

*** GIF ISN’T MINE ***

Requested by @rebel-without-cause-x: Hey can I get “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” With Jax and reader something cute and fluffy as they do the food shop for the club as they have locked down and need to buy a ton of food. I can just imagine Jax wanting al the junk food, but can you do it more like best friends than partners 💕

Word Count - 964 - short but sweet, and a ton of banter.

Some swearing.

Taglist - @agirllovespasta @everyhowlmarksthedead @naytraydr @rebel-without-cause-x

The clubhouse has been in lockdown for a week now, and you were running low on supplies already. Man the boys could eat. There is some shit going down with another charter, so the Sons got their family and close friends into the clubhouse until the problem sorts itself out. You of course were forced to come aswell, since Jax is your bestfriend. He dragged you out of the hospital, telling your manager it was important business and not to expect you back into work for a while. You guys haven’t spent time together in ages, due to him always going on runs with the club, and you working long shifts at the hospital. You met him 3 years ago. One of the guys got hurt and needed medical attention, and you were their doctor. Jax was a smug flirt with you from the start, but you put him straight early on and told him it would only be friends and never anything more. He was happy with this arrangement, because having you as a friend was good for him. He needed someone he could just talk to about anything, someone that wouldn’t judge him or tell him he was stupid. Well, the last part was a lie, you often told him he was stupid.

“Oi Y/N!” You turned around to look at your bestfriend who was shouting on you from across the room. “We need food, I’m going insane in here, you coming with me?”.

You walk over to him and cross your arms. “And you can’t send a prospect why?” you questioned him.

“I don’t trust the prospects to tell the difference between an orange and a banana, that’s why” he smirked at you. “Let’s go”.

You and Jax took your car as it was nice and big, and you knew you were going to buy a lot of food. “Y/N, can’t you go any faster?” He teased you.

“I could, if I wanted to kill myself, but your brothers need me more than you so 60 is a fine speed, thanks for your input”. You forgot what it was like to spend time with Jax. Most of the time it was just friendly banter and sarcasm, mixed in with the occasional bit of seriousness.

You pulled up to the supermarket a few minutes later and Jax practically sprinted up to the door. “Shouldn’t you have checked your surroundings first big boy?” you asked. “Ya know, incase one of your many enemies are lurking ready to shoot us both?”

“I know you’re scared Y/N, here you can hold my hand” he smugly grabbed your hand and you immediately dropped it.

“I don’t want to catch any diseases from you” you laughed at him.

Inside, Jax headed straight for the beer, then the chocolate and crisps aisle. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids” you scolded him.

“I know you can’t cook, so I figured we would just get easy snacks, so you don’t poison anyone” he shrugged.

It was taking everything inside of you not to punch him right now. “The only person I’d want to poison is you”. You went around the shop making sure you had enough things for meals. You picked up some pasta, rice, some meat, yoghurts, cereal, vegetables, crackers, cheese and lots of other little snacks.

You headed for the checkout and saw Jax flirting with the cashier, who was flirting back. You knew he had a thing for her so you decided to sabotage it. You quickly went to pick up some baby formula to add to your basket. Once at the checkout, you put all the food items onto the belt and left the formula for last. “Jax baby, I picked up some formula for our baby, since he ran out”. You put your arms around Jax and gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek. You could feel the anger radiating from him which made you laugh. The cashier gave you a jealous look so you kept touching Jax whilst he packed all the shopping into bags.

Once in the car your bestfriend turned to you. “What the fuck was that?” he seethed.

“I saw the way you were flirting with her, and she was obviously flirting back, so I saved you. Jackson, you can do so much better than her, you should thank me actually, and it was fun”.

“And by ‘so much better than her’ you mean you darling?” you doubled over laughing with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh Jax, you wish you could have me, I know I’m a catch, but you’re just not my type. I like my men less murdery for a start. And I don’t like blondes either”. You pretended like you were hurt. “I feel like you don’t even know me Jackson Teller”. You looked at him whilst wiping your tears from your cheeks. “But seriously, you can do a lot better than her. Don’t settle, you deserve the world, but obviously I will get a say in who you date since I’m the bestfriend and all”.

Jax squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile. “Whatever you say love, now turn up the radio cause that’s our song they’re playing”.

Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams came flooding through your car. You and Jax knew all the words so the ride home consisted of you singing a line each, and laughing at how bad the other person sounded. The song finished just as you pulled back up to the clubhouse.

“I have missed you Jax, I promise after lockdown has finished I will make more effort to come and spend time with you”.

“Don’t go all soft on me now Y/N” he replied. “But yeah, that’d be nice”.

#jax teller #jax teller fanfic #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #samcro #soa

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avengersassemble-fics · 4 years

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Stark’s Girl

part 06/015 “the truth about paris”

masterlist

previous part // next part

word count 7.1k

an: sksksksk im so sorry about the word count in this but it’s worth it in the end?? wonder who will catch all the little clues in this?? especially the paris one

ao3 link if Tumblr is being a big dummy

The hand that grazed across your cheek stung on impact, throwing your gaze to some place on the wall. You felt the blood trickle from your nose to your mouth and you straightened your head so you could face the man who attacked you. Well, really you had attacked him first (not physically, but your manipulative seduction was compromised somehow) but man was he angry at your deception. You were planning to meet him for dinner where you would try and pull more information by whispering sweet nothings in his ear, but you never made it to dinner when four men had broken into your hotel room. Not even really broke in; they had the damn key. It was typical kidnapping procedure, something covered your mouth and you blacked out within seconds.

But here, right now, your attention was on the man you had once grazed your fingers down, and he was in a new light, as you were to him. The intel you had gotten seemed to have left out the striking detail that he was not as passive as mentioned. No, certainly not. But who could really blame him? You most certainly couldn’t. But you forced the strained and terrified look on your face as he walked closer, trying to show some kind of fright to him.

“Pourquoi as-tu menti à moi, mon amour?” (Why have you been lying to me, my love?) He asked you while wiping his hands with a rag that was riddled with some of your blood. The four men stood in a semi-circle around you, watching as you shook your head timidly, your lip trembled as you watched him come closer.

“Je ne sais pas ce que tu veux dire-” (I don’t know what you mean-) you tried to say but he threw the rag down, and gripped your wrist that was tied to the chair.

“Ne me mens pas!” (Don’t lie to me!) He screamed in your face. You had closed you mouth as he eyed you before bringing one of his hands to your face and you twitched while he lightly dragged his fingers down your cheek. “Je vais vous demander encore une fois.” (I’ll ask you again) He paused to grab your chin in his palm, bringing you closer to him. “Pourquoi m'avez-vous menti?” (Why have you been lying to me?).

You let out a soft sob, even if you didn’t mean it he bought everything you were giving to him, you could tell by the look in his eyes. This man was hurt, this man who was so in love with you (or the idea of you) and it made you stop for a moment. You searched his eyes for something, for an answer to his question perhaps.

A knock made your mind come back to reality. To now. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut and pressed yourself into the corner behind the door who knew how long ago. Your fingers trembled as they hugged your knees and you shook your head at the memory. You felt everything in you tremble really, you hadn’t been able to collect your trainwreck of a mind since the events of tonight unfolded. After you emptied that gun and dropped it to the ground, it had probably set in for not only you, but Tony as well, that you. . . You were not just going to go back to a normal life like he wanted for you. Like you wanted for yourself.

Another knock on the door finally made you snap out of it. You let out a shaky sigh and used the wall behind you and to your side to push yourself up. You stumbled a bit but you grabbed the door handle and pulled it down to reveal someone behind the door. Your eyes ran up their frame as you took in the sight of Steve Rogers once again. Honestly? You were grateful it was him and not Tony.

Tony had enough on his plate right now it seemed. Maybe they all did.

Steve’s eyes looked you over and something seemed to click in his mind. His mouth opened once trying to form a sentence and his expression fell, but nothing came out. Instead, as if you already knew, you stepped aside for him to enter, and he did. You walked away from the door so Steve closed it behind him, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before speaking carefully.

“Qu'est ce-” You caught yourself mid sentence and straightened your back. “Um, sorry. . What are you doing here?”

You turned back to him and he eyed you again, choosing his words carefully as well. “I was seeing how you were.”

You forced a smile, giving him a light shake of your head. “Like I told Tony, I’m fine.”

Your smile fell as soon as you said it, and Steve shook his head. “Yeah and Tony may be telling himself to believe it, but I’m not.” He had taken a few steps towards you and put his hands into the pockets of his pants. You avoided his gaze. “So I’m seeing how you are.”

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head before looking back up to meet his eyes. “What am I supposed to say, huh? That the fact I just so easily picked up a gun and fired it at some murdery robot makes my insides warm?”

You were shaking your head as you spoke, and moved your arms to your side so you could press your fingernails into your palm, and Steve watched as you continued into a spiral and started to pace before him. “How am I supposed to tell you guys that I can’t stop thinking about everything I’ve done when there’s quite literally a demonic A.I. out there who wants to wipe you guys out?” You had pointed at him with that statement, and he took a careful step forward, though you didn’t notice as you paced back and forth once more.

“How am I supposed to tell you or Tony that I’m seeing them, all of them like they’re here? Like I’m killing them all over again.” You chuckled and Steve was nearing slowly so he could grab you. “How do I tell you that I feel like I’m empty?”

Steve had put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped pacing, but your eyes were stuck on a spot on the floor when the last part of your sentence fell from your lips. He could see tears build in the corner of your eyes. The air felt heavy with your revelations, but Steve was here for you. He just had to get you to see it through the haze in your mind.

“I thought that finally leaving Hydra’s grip and being here with Tony,” you paused and Steve watched as you glanced his way for a moment, “with you. . I thought that things would get easier. That the pain would stop, the memories and dreams of what I did would stop, but they haven’t. They’ll never let me live without some part of them in me.” Your voice dropped down to a whisper as you spoke of Hydra. “I’ll always be a monster.”

Steve’s other hand went to grab your other shoulder and he turned you to look at him. His hands went from your shoulder to cupping your face in his large hands, and forced you to meet his gaze. “You are not a monster, do you hear me? You never were, and you never will be,” he wiped the tears that fell from your eyes gently. “You did the things they told you to do so you could survive. So that you could be here with your family, with Tony,” you gently nodded in the palm of his hands, and Steve brought his fingers up to push some hair behind your ears. “The things you’ve taken from them don’t make you a bad person. You can do good with them, like Natasha has.”

Steve looked you over as your tears seemed to slow and he felt your hands go up under his elbows and trace back to his chest. You were reaching for him and he let you grab onto him in a hug, wrapping one of his arms around your body while his one hand stayed tangled in your hair as you wrapped yours around his neck. It was like he had scooped you up in an embrace and neither were arguing about it. The silence that had fallen in the room was heavy but not uncomfortable for Steve or yourself.

This was two people coming to understand one another. Trusting freely.

Steve felt you move against his chest so he carefully released you. You detangled yourself from him and looked from the ground up to meet his eyes. You searched for something in them like you had with the man in Paris, but just as easily as you had looked away from Marcelle all that time ago, you averted your gaze from Steve and looked around the room.

“It doesn’t feel the same without JARVIS,” you commented lowly. Steve glanced around before looking back at you.

“You should get some rest,” he said. You nodded, though you didn’t look at him and Steve sadly smiled. He turned back towards the door when you suddenly grabbed a hold of his hand. Your motion made him stop in his tracks and look back at you nearly in shock. You were also surprised in your actions, glancing from his hand in yours to his face and shaking your head as if in apology before letting it go.

“I’m sorry I-”

Steve shook his head. “No it’s okay,” he tried to reassure you but you just shook your head again.

“Steve can you. . Can you stay?” You were treading very carefully. He could see it in the way you darted your eyes over him before offering a small smile. “It’s too quiet-”

“I’ll stay,” he told you with a nod. “I can stay.”

This was uncharted territory. It was very unfamiliar for you, and for Steve too really. Both of you rested down against the mattress leaving a (probably to others) overwhelming amount of space between you both. But it was comfortable for you both. Steve rested on his back with his hands resting on his chest while you rested on your side facing away from him. He thought his purpose here was to comfort you into a lull, but he didn’t know you were still up and staring at the wall. It was hard for either of you to see in the darkness, so Steve just tried to listen to your breathing when he noticed how silent you were.

It was something you had learned from Hydra, but that's besides the point. Even with Steve’s presence your mind still raced with one more thought that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t know how much time had passed, you glanced at the dim clock to see it register 1:42 AM. Nearly an hour of silence had passed and you rubbed your face a bit against the pillow.

“Steve?” You whispered into the darkness, hoping he was still awake.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyeing you sideways. You moved again and he watched as you rolled over onto your back, closing some of the space that was still left between you two. He could see from the small amount of moonlight that came into the room that you looked to the ceiling in thought then over to him.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He nodded, and you edged up a bit higher on the pillow so your head was more even with his shoulder, and you sighed. “Steve have you ever. . been in love?”

He certainly was not expecting you to ask him that. He blinked a couple of times as he went over the answer in his head. Why were you asking? But you were watching him, and he felt that with everything you shared with him, he could share with you.

“I have been. Before the ice,” he admitted. “I don’t know if I knew it then, or if I realized it too late. But I was in love. Her name is Peggy.”

“Peggy,” you repeated, and Steve found himself nodding. “You said her name is.”

“She’s still alive,” he said and he didn’t know it but you frowned next to him. “I would visit her sometimes in D.C. in a nursing home. She has dementia and she would forget I went into the ice.” Steve smiled a bit to himself. “I would always tell her I couldn’t leave my best girl.”

You looked away from him as his story settled in with you. Steve had never shared this story with you, and suddenly you felt guilty for asking him to stay with you. You felt guilty for always needing his or Tony's presence when you were feeling something, because they have things they’re going through as well. You rested your head back into the pillow and looked up at the ceiling.

“Do you still love her?”

It was another loaded question. Steve thought it over and glanced your way. He could see you just looking up above, and he sighed a bit.

“I think a part of me always will,” he told you before turning his head to look at you fully. “Why are you asking this?”

“No reason,” you said and glanced at him. When you registered the pointed look on his face you did a double take. “What?”

“Why are you asking, (Y/N)?” He asked you again. You grumbled a bit and pushed yourself a little further up, resting against the pillows so you could look at Steve a little easier. It was like the two of you were sitting up having a conversation, but really it was your head gently resting against his shoulder, him watching you talk, and you looking at the ceiling.

“Before everything happened tonight, I was watching the people at the party. I couldn’t help myself, y’know?”

Steve nodded, and you nodded in response to him. “Well. . . I just started to notice how some people were interacting. I saw the way Tony and Pepper looked at one another, I saw the longing looks between Natasha and Dr. Banner-”

“You think something is going on between them?” Steve couldn’t help but ask and you chuckled a bit and looked at him.

“There’s something between them. I saw it.” You paused to let him interject but Steve motioned for you to continue. “Anyway, after seeing that, and after Ultron I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my last mission, about Paris.”

Steve remembered you briefly talking about Paris, how it was your favorite place. But you never told him, or anyone for that matter, what happened on that mission. You had grown very quiet, and Steve could feel you take a shaky breath.

“I never told you the truth about Paris,” you whispered, “because I can’t accept what happened. What I did. I was sent on an intel mission, that was true, but it turned into something more. Hydra believed that this man named Marcelle Olivier was developing a deadly neurochemical that would wipe out populations quicker than anything developed right now. It would have an immediate effect unlike mustard gas, while leaving no trace of it’s composition in victims.” You paused to look over at Steve who was still watching you speak. “If it was true, Hydra wanted it. Desperately. Marcelle was scheduled to be in Paris for something that they didn’t think I needed to know, and I was to interject and get the information . . . and I did.” You let out a little chuckled breath. “It took a few weeks, but Marcelle told me all about this neurochemical that would eat away at the brain of a person within two minutes. It was. . . Horrifying. The most awful thing someone could even come up with. But it’s what Hydra wanted, so I-I got it for them. But he found me out.

“One night I was supposed to meet him for dinner, but these men burst into my hotel room and I couldn’t react fast enough, or really even fight them all off. The next thing I knew I was in some ratty old building in an older part of the city, and he beat me. For hours.” You bit your lip a bit. “I missed my check-in that night, and I guess they had someone nearby to follow up and that’s when they saw the state of my room. I don’t know how they found me, but they did, not that I know who it was, only that three men were shot dead and it gave me a chance to get out of the restraints.

“I . . . I shot the last guard, and pointed the gun at Marcelle. He begged me not to pull the trigger. He had this look on his face and in his eyes besides fear . . .” you trailed off at the end and Steve watched as you rubbed your fingers together. “I never believed him until that moment that he loved me, or I guess, the idea of me. . . but I. . . I still killed him. I had to.”

At some point some tears had fallen from your eyes, but you rubbed them off your cheeks. “I started to think tonight about if anyone would be able to accept that part of me. Or look at me like how Tony looks at Pepper.”

Steve didn’t know what to say, but seeing you just casually lay next to him after revealing that didn’t feel right to him. He carefully brought his hand up that was closest to you and grabbed your hand in his, which made you look his way, and that’s when he saw the tears. “(Y/N). . . What you had to do for Hydra, it’s not you, this,” he paused to rub your hand with his thumb, “this is you. You’re working to accept your past, and that takes a lot of courage and strength. If someone can’t accept what you had to go through? Then they don’t deserve you.”

You watched as he stroked your hand with your thumb, and met his gaze when he finished his thought. The warm feeling that brewed in your chest was sudden, and you were partially afraid of what it meant. You suddenly felt like you were looking at Steve Rogers differently. Sure he had always been kind and friendly towards you, but his whispers in the night made you feel a tinge of something more. He could just be his normal friendly and supportive self, but something was telling you to move. So you did.

You were very very careful with how you moved beside him. He still held your hand, but you had lifted his arm a bit and moved yourself under it. Steve seemed to understand your motion, and when you released the fingers that were laced with yours his arm draped down your back. His hand rested carefully on your side and your head rested on his chest, one hand resting close to your chin flat on him and your other arm rested to his side like earlier in the day.

Whatever was happening was uncharted waters for Steve Rogers. He wasn’t sure if you were seeing his comfort or if this was. . . more. A part of him was hopeful for it to be the latter, but another part of him was terrified about what that meant, and what this means. The silence that filled the air was comfortable, and this time he could feel your breathing against him even out in sleep, and he laid there for a while longer letting the night sink in.

Something told him he wouldn’t have these late night talks with you for some time. Or just that he may not see you for some time, not until Ultron was dealt with. So Steve did what Steve does best: he made sure he would remember this moment, and how you felt in his arms.

- - - - - - - - - -

By the time you had woken up Steve was gone, the only remnant of last night you had was your memory and a scribble of a note Steve had left for you on the bedside table. How you managed to sleep through him leaving was beyond you, but you understood all the same. They were heroes after all. Still, you put the note away and tried to carry on with your day as if nothing was happening.

Tony left you a note too, but that was handed to you by one of the SHIELD agents when you found yourself sitting in his lab. Not having JARVIS around made the whole building feel eerie. The only comfort you could find for yourself was sitting amongst Tony’s work. That’s where they found you and kept a watchful eye over you as the day passed on. You kept looking over Tony’s letter about where they had gone off to, trying to make sense of the masses of paper strewn about.

There was something about a black market arms dealer he used to know that was an acquaintance of the man they busted just the day before. He said there was a chance they could stop Ultron right now, and he promised to be back soon. But you saw the documents left out, and for some reason the twist in your stomach told you otherwise. The arms dealer wasn’t a good man, and to top if off Ultron had two enhanced followers now. You may not be seeing them for quite some time.

And then someone burst in when the sun was getting low. You stood abruptly from the desk as two agents entered with a kick in their step like something had happened. It had all happened so fast, you had enough time to grab some necessities (clothes and the sort) along with both Tony and Steve’s letters before being ushered onto a quinjet. The agents who accompanied you sat on either side of you and you bumped shoulder to shoulder with them for maybe an hour. The flight pattern led you to believe you were being taken to the new compound - and you were right.

The big building was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing in the sense of a change of scenery, but a curse in the thought that something had happened to the team. To Tony. To Steve. You let these SHIELD agents lead you into the building before you reminded them of the fact you knew your way around. You felt oddly protective over the fact they were here with you, in a place you often reserved for time with Tony. This was a lot of his work, and yours recently, and it was odd that they felt it okay to propel you in like you were the one who needed to be locked away.

So that's how you found yourself here in the hub, at least that’s what you called it. It was the main sector of the building that Tony envisioned the Avengers and the team stationed here would use during mission briefings and interactions while in the field. Tony had it to where every quinjet the Avengers were on showed with a tracker on the map before you, and any news related to the team showed on the transparent screens as well. He was a visionary, your brother.

That’s how you saw what had happened in Africa. You watched the footage of the Hulk destroying a partially built building and Tony swooping in with large, equally sized armour to subdue him. It was awful to see, the look in the Hulk’s eyes were bloodshot, his veins popped from his body and it just was not like any other footage you had seen of Dr. Banner. But you stayed like this, sitting on a rather uncomfortable chair (you would talk to Tony about that at one point) and watched how the beacon of the craft they were on had stopped transmitting some point over the Atlantic.

You wished you could contact them with the million of questions running through your mind. Was everyone okay? Where were they going? Did Tony tell SHIELD to bring you here? How much has Ultron gotten his hands on? Is this how it felt to be on the other side? Just waiting for news to drop? You weren’t a particular fan if that was the case.

The hours dragged on but you stayed in your place to wait for news from them. Night passed and the sun rose like it always does, like it always would if things permitted. You squinted through the rays of sun and noticed the transmission had come back on, and reports from Seoul covered the once barren screen. You sat forward as your back cracked and reached out to move the articles around with your fingers, combing through each one to see the videos attached. Seeing some of them in action was. . . both fascinating yet bittersweet. Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers. You couldn’t help but linger on the footage of Steve, watching as he did everything in his power to fight off Ultron on the top of a moving truck. Ultron looked more menacing then the last time you had seen him, and that’s probably when it sunk in; the severity of the world you were now a part of.

The articles were dated from hours ago and you cursed the fact you had slept through this development. You stood from your spot and looked around the barren room tapping your fist into the palm of your hand gently as your mind reeled. You needed to know more. That itch of a feeling you didn’t know if it was because you were a Stark, or if it was because you were a spy, but you sat back down and began to type away at the system in front of you.

Hacking SHIELD was easy enough, you had done it before under the guise of Hydra, and it seemed like second nature for you now. Seeing Ultron before you made you shake your head and swipe the image away, but you looked over the information of his latest whereabouts and froze over the attempts for nuclear codes. He really meant it when he said the word extinct. There was note of a hacker stopping the attempts and you figured maybe you could try finding out who that was. Maybe it was information that could be useful for them.

So you dug in deeper, forcing your way through protective walls and typing away on the keyboard to find what you were looking for. This was like riding a bike without training wheels for you (how morbid does that sound?), but you did it anyhow, not caring if you were going to be caught. Like clockwork Ultron attempted for the codes once more, and you watched the coding nearly fight back to push him out in a second's notice, and you grumbled a bit. The screen flashed in numbers and you raised your brow a bit.

You’ve seen this code before. You’ve seen it here while helping Tony integrate something into the hardware of this building.

You reached out for the screen before you and zoomed it out with your hand, and the sudden realization at the image before you made you stand for your chair and look at it in awe. There was no way. This was true.

The Avengers had made it back to the Tower with the cradle and Bruce and Tony had begun work on undoing Ultron and Dr. Cho’s work on the body in it. That’s when his screen beeped and it startled not only him, but Bruce as well.

“What was that?” Bruce asked, and Tony moved from his spot next to the cradle, to the screen, doing something to it to find that noise.

“I don’t know actually, this is a closed-”

The message that appeared made him stop his sentence, seeing the words before him and he fought the smile on his face. He took out his phone-like device and turned back to Bruce.

“What is it?” Bruce asked, and Tony looked at the cradle.

“You have to trust me,” he said to his friend, who only shook their head in response.

“Kinda don’t,” Bruce admitted.

“Our ally? The guy protecting the military's nuclear codes? She found him.” With the flick of his wrist a form envelops the room, and Bruce takes his glasses off.

“Hello, Dr. Banner,” JARVIS greets.

Bruce motioned with his glasses between JARVIS’ consciousness and Tony. “Who found him?”

Tony smiled wide, “My sister,” he said, and walked back over to the cradle, “Ultron didn't go after JARVIS cause he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do. So JARVIS went underground. Okay? Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there.” Tony paused to tap on the cradle. “Not until she pieced it together.”

Bruce nodded as he spoke, and looked down at the mass before them. “So you want me to help you put JARVIS into this thing?”

“No,” Tony shook his head, “I want to help you put JARVIS into this thing.”

When Bruce looked at him in disbelief Tony sighed. “C’mon I’m way out of my league here. You know bio-organics better than anyone.”

“And you just assume that JARVIS' operational matrix can beat Ultron's?” Bruce asked, earning a nod from Tony.

“JARVIS has been beating him from inside without knowing it. This is the opportunity, we can create Ultron's perfect self, without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to.”

Tony was trying his best to reason with his friend, and still Bruce looked in disbelief, but then JARVIS spoke, “I believe it’s worth a shot.

So Bruce grumbled a bit but he knew it was their best bet against Ultron right now. So he and Tony truly became mad scientists that day. And worked on this synthetic body for JARVIS’ consciousness to “plug” into.

You had paced back and forth in the room since you never heard back from Tony after your encrypted message to him. Had he gotten it? If he did, what was he going to use the information for? Why is he such a bad replier?

You stopped rambling when there was a familiar beep sound from the computer, and you hurried over to it and nearly skidded across the floor in the chair. There were only two words on it, but it was enough to make you feel at ease.

Thank you.

You relaxed your back into the chair and smiled to yourself. Look at you, helping your brother and maybe the world. Is this what Steve meant by doing good with what you have? It was. . . oddly satisfying. You stood from the chair when the screen before you yielded an error code, in all capital letters that read: ACCESS DENIED.

Uh oh. Someone had found you out. You tried to disconnect your connection but instead a face appeared before you and you jumped back, taking in the man before you.

“Do you have any idea what you’re-” He had started to say but stopped when he took your appearance in. He knew you. Did you know him?

“Miss Stark,” he acknowledged. Well that certainly answered your suspicion.

“Who are you?” You asked, only to then notice the little flag pinned to his jacket.

“My name is Phil Coulson, I’m the Director of SHIELD,” he said and you nodded in understanding. “Why were you hacking into our database?”

“I was trying to get some kind of information on what’s going on with my brother, since your Agents didn’t bother to fill me in on anything,” you replied honestly and crossed your arms. “You should get a better vetting system. I haven’t seen them since we got here.”

You swore you could see him fighting a smile, but he sighed in disappointment. “I didn’t think you would be as much of an issue as your brother,” he commented and you could see him lean against his desk and cross his arms. “I’ve been informed by someone on the team that Tony and Bruce have created a human symbiote with the JARVIS consciousness you provided them.”

“I’m sorry, they did what?” You asked, as if you needed clarification. But really it was more around the lines of what the fuck?

Coulson nodded. “They’re in Sokovia now.” He pointed to the map and you did in fact see two little dots on the move; a Quinjet, and the other marked as a MK-suit. The articles that were popping up now showed what you assumed to be the city lifting into the air.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to figure out how to get thousands of people off that rock.” You looked at the little tablet on the table while Coulson moved to disconnect your connection, but you lunged forward to it.

“Wait,” you said out loud and Coulson stopped behind his desk while you skimmed through some of the files you had from earlier and spread out an image between the two of you. “Do you have any more of these laying around?”

Coulson looked from the image to you, and you saw a smile spread over his face. “I think I know where to find one.” He nodded at you while grabbing what looked to be a phone. “Suit up.”

- - - - - - - - - -

They were arguing. Of all the times to be arguing, this was definitely not the place to be doing it. There were only two options Tony was sure of, and Steve didn’t like either of them.

“Not 'til everyone's safe,” Steve told Natasha, who breathed heavily next to him. Natasha shook her head.

“Everyone up here versus everyone down there? There's no math there, Rogers,” she told him and it was Steve’s turn to shake his head.

“I'm not leaving this rock with one civilian on it,” he said. Natasha gave him a soft smile and put a hand on his shoulder and looked out to the horizon.

“I didn't say we should leave.” She looked at Steve who watched her talk. “There's worse ways to go. Where else am I gonna get a view like this?”

“Glad you like the view, Romanoff. It's about to get better,” Nick Fury’s voice rang in their earpieces. Natasha and Steve looked at one another and then back to the horizon when a Helicarrier came into view like a gift from God. Nick Fury sure was a sucker for theatrics.

“Nice, right? I pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She's dusty, but she'll do,” he commented and Steve let out a sigh.

“Fury, you son of a bitch,” he commented.

“Oooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Fury asked in a joking matter, which only made Steve shake his head and Natasha chuckle.

“Altitude is eighteen thousand and climbing,” Maria Hill spoke to the crew inside, and gave a nod to one of the other agents.

Steve and Natasha watched as the lifeboats detached from the Helicarrier and began to move towards the rising city, and Pietro suddenly appeared at their side, and watched in awe.

“This is SHIELD?” He asked the two, and Steve nodded towards the kid.

“This is what SHIELD is supposed to be,” he told him, and the lifeboats touched the ground before them and a number of agents disembarked from the crafts, but Steve froze when he saw one in particular. He couldn’t believe the sight before him.

You were dressed in a similar manner to Natasha, or Hill if he could recall, a SHIELD insignia stamped onto the leather jacket you were sporting. You had hopped down to the ground and were helping people climb onto the lifeboat like there was no care in the world around you. But you were searching for something and your gaze landed on him, and even from a distance he could see the smile that spread on your lips.

“Let’s load ‘em up,” he said to Nat and Pietro, but he was already moving towards you. You grabbed people by the hand and helped them onboard when he finally made it to you and strapped his shield to his back, but seemed to have lost the words he wanted to say.

“You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep it open like that,” you commented to him, and it made him smile. So he stood beside you and you both directed people onto the lifeboat until it was full.

It was working. The lifeboats were filling up one by one and being sent back to the Helicarrier as Rhodey and Tony both fought to keep the robots from swarming in the air. The amount of people (and lifeboats) left was dwindling, and you were working one by one with each lifeboat to the very end. And Steve stood by your side through it all.

“Avengers,” Tony’s voice said through the earpieces, and you could even hear it in yours. “Time to work for a living.”

You looked at Steve who was staring at you, so you nodded behind him. “Go.”

Steve hesitated but soon enough he dashed off and your eyes followed him until he disappeared around a corner. Your attention went back to the people still trying to board, and you grasped some hands as they clambered on board.

It was all invigorating, or it could have been from the air getting so thin from the altitude. Either way, your chest was filled with something other than grief and emptiness for the first time in who knew how long. You were making a difference. And SHIELD, Coulson, Fury (who he was you were still unsure), they were listening to you.

There was one lifeboat left, and as the last few were starting to board you saw the team come from the direction Steve had run off in minutes ago. Clint, Thor, Natasha, the Hulk, and then Steve. They had rushed over and helped the last of the civilians onto the lifeboat and Thor looked over to you and motioned to you with his hammer.

“The look suits you,” he commented. You smiled at him.

“Thanks,” you replied.

Steve had returned to your side and looked around him. “Is this the last of them?”

You nodded, “Everyone else is on the carrier.”

Steve nodded his head as he squinted around and offered you his hand. You glanced at the glove but placed your hand in his, and he helped you climb aboard the final lifeboat and then hoisted himself up as well. He was standing fairly close when suddenly the Quinjet appeared from the edge of the floating island and the people around you began to scream. Steve quickly wrapped you in his arms and almost reached for his shield when the Hulk leapt into the air and onto the quinjet, his weight throwing off the balance and sending it lopsiding into the city. Steve carefully unwrapped you from his arms and you looked past him at the city, and noticed a body on the ground. Steve’s eyes followed yours and you saw his shoulders slump. Clint appeared from behind a car and held a child, and you frowned. You weren’t sure who laid on the ground, but they knew him, and he had sacrificed himself for everyone on this lifeboat.

The lifeboat joulted and started back towards the helicarrier once Clint was back on board, holding the body of the man who had saved him. There was an eerie silence amongst the crowd, watching as Clint kneeled beside the man and stared in disbelief. You didn’t know when, but at some point you had reached for Steve’s hand and wrapped your fingers with his.

There was a crack of thunder, and everyone’s attention turned to the city. It was like a spark of light ignited the sky in front of you, and it enveloped Sokovia as the lifeboat made it back to the helicarrier. You watched in awe, and then heard Tony’s voice in your ear as people began to disembark the boat.

“Ultron is down.”

- - - - - - - - - -

It’s been several weeks since then.

The Compound was bustling with life now. Tony and Maria Hill handpicked a specialized team to help with the everyday routines that would happen on site, and he called it the Avengers Special Service Evaluation Team. He likes the abbreviation ASSET, though you had to nearly harass him to include the E and the T to his original idea. He told you it wasn’t as funny, and you told him you refused to be referred to as ASS on a day to day basis with him. So he caved, and you won that argument.

You had decided after the events with Ultron to take Coulson and Fury up on their offer to become a specialized SHIELD agent, on the condition that you would be stationed here as part of this team. Not only did it give you a chance to keep an eye on Tony (god knows he needs that), but it also was a steady enough environment for you to be in charge of. Answering to Tony and Steve, of course.

Today, Thor was leaving and so was Tony to return to the Tower in New York to undergo some kind of preparations. He told you that you didn’t need to worry about that, though a part of you still did. That left Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Vision, Rhodey, and Steve here in the meantime. They were probably just headed for training if the time was correct-

“(Y/N),” a voice called for you. You stopped in your tracks to look up and see Steve headed your way. He was dressed in his Captain America suit and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face, and pressed the tablet you were holding against your chest.

“I swear I see you in that all the time,” you commented and Steve smiled and cast a glance down his frame.

“Well how about you saw me in something different,” he said and you raised a brow but before you could answer he continued, “dinner? Tonight?”

You blinked at him and bit your lip a bit as you went over his words in your mind, “Like. . a date?”

“Like a date,” he answered.

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over your lips as you shuffled the weight between your legs, and nodded at him, “Yes. I’d like that.”

Steve smiled at you and nodded, and you both backed away from one another. You turned from him and he turned from you, neither being able to wipe the smiles from their faces for the rest of the day.

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mydisasteracademia · 3 years

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SFW Alphabets: Himiko Toga

Ah, this cutie! I love Toga to bits. :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

You already know Toga is super affectionate to those she likes a lot. When she sets her sights on you, she won’t hesitate to be touchy-feely - and maybe a bit stabby - so be careful.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She puts on a very happy-go-lucky, cutesy childish persona a lot. You hardly ever see her not smiling... unless someone’s happened to piss her off. She loves hanging around you and while she might try to sample your blood, if you can distract her she likes normal girl stuff too. You likely met in public. She saw you, thought you were the cutest thing, and tried to stab you. Somehow you fought her off, piquing her interest, and from then on she started following you. Somehow you became friends?

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves snuggling up to you with her nose at your neck. Be careful if she tries to bite, unless you’re into that. She can get very clingy when she’s sleepy, so if you’re chilling on the couch and she grabs onto you like a koala and won’t let go, just enjoy it for as long as she’s sleepily doting on you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She learnt to cook and clean in school, so she’s fairly good at it. She always daydreams about her perfect man or woman... but it’s likely not what you first think of. Her idea is a bit more... murdery.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Do you honestly think she’d ever end things if she really liked you? If she did eventually get bored of you, she’d just stop following you around and all but disappear from your life with little explanation. She figures she doesn’t have time to waste on people who bore her when she could be spending it on other more productive things (like stalking Deku, I mean what?).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She’s likely thought about it a lot when she was younger. Maybe marriage to her ideal person would let her finally be herself. But then that dream was shattered when she left home, and ever since, she doesn’t exactly give it a second glance. What’s the point of settling when there are so many people out there she could ‘become’?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She can be pretty hot and cold. Some days she could be rough with you, playfighting and trying to stab you, and on others she could be the epitome of a doting high school girlfriend, nuzzling up to you and loving on you. It depends on her mood.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs! Especially the types where she gets to stab the person afterwards. For you, though, she’s willing to put the knife down for a minute and just squeeze you tightly, her lips at your neck to give you a cute little peck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s unlikely that she’ll really say it, unless you consider her wanting to ‘become’ you as a declaration of love. I mean... she’s blushing and giving you heart-eyes while she’s trying to stab you in the neck. Pretty close, methinks.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She can get jealous pretty easily. She hates it when other people, especially people she detests, take your attention away for too long. She can get really pouty and clingy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are often bloody and rough, given that she likes to draw blood when she does so. She likes biting into your lip when you liplock, and if she’s kissing you anywhere else it’s either a soft little peck or she’s biting until she draws blood.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Please don’t leave her around children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You don’t exactly spend mornings together, but if she does spend the night she usually clings to you until you force her to get up. Even then she walks around in a sleepy haze, adorable and soft until she really wakes up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, you don’t spend nights together. On the rare occasion you do, she usually crashes in your room with you, wearing borrowed pajamas and giggling until you inevitably fall asleep together. She likes to sleep curled up to you, her ear over your chest.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

No way in hell she’s opening up about her past, but she’ll tell you whatever you want to know about what she likes and hates. She especially loves gushing about Stain. If you’re a fan, then excellent! If not... well...

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She can be fairly patient, but when something sets her off, she’s set off hard. Especially when you insult Stain.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers everything she sees and hears, even when you aren’t speaking to her.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For her, it was probably the moment she first fought you. She noticed you walking home from school, she thought you were breathtaking, and she immediately went in to assess the situation. While your Quirk wasn’t exactly fighting material, you were able to pin her down with her arms behind her back. She’s been smitten ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s very, very protective. She would literally kill for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The two of you don’t do things often, but she does leave you little gifts here and there. She gives you a homemade cupcake for your birthday, which was cute.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her Quirk’s effect on her body can be frustrating if you don’t have the patience. It’s honestly not her fault she’s obsessed with blood. She can be fairly stubborn and will not do things she doesn’t do. Will not do them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. She always wants to look cute and fashionable whenever she goes out in the morning.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly? Kinda. She’s fallen so hard for you that she finds it hard to imagine a life without you in it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves it when you help her with makeup! She’s a sucker for a good spa day and loves both giving and receiving makeovers. When Magne was alive, she used to be her main canvas. It’s a big way of helping her own identity crisis ease up a little.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She haaaaates it when people try to psychoanalyze and ‘cure’ her. Try any of that and you’ll just die. She hates judgmental people and those who hate Stain.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She goes to bed fairly regularly. She likes to get her beauty sleep and gets really irritable if she doesn’t follow a routine.

#sfw alphabet #himiko toga #toga himiko

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mylittleredgirl · 3 years

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trekathon: disco 1x10

“despite yourself”:

for entirely practical survival purposes, we must look as sexy as possible

meanwhile, things get real murdery real fast

i would like to report a double murder:

hugh culber and MY HEART

not to take shots at the dead here but i feel like hugh made a poor tactical decision to be alone in sickbay when giving a patient news that they may be a klingon deep cover agent

honestly why is sickbay a ghost town anyway?? is it always 2 am when we have scenes in there?

hugh’s death scene is much less upsetting knowing that it’s only temporary, though upon rewatch it really is no easier to figure out how exactly he ended up in that alternate mycelial dimension from this

ash tyler must suffer:

tyler’s flashback episode in the worker bee is so well realized, that’s Exactly what it feels like to have a flashback in the middle of four lanes of traffic

even knowing it’s coming, the brainwashing reveal is cut in such a way that it’s physically shocking. the direction and editing this season is so good.

voq’s voice is so recognizable that i wonder if they had shazad latif dub it over with klingon teeth in or if he’s just that skilled a voice actor

l’rell is exponentially creepier every time we see her and that weird prison jumpsuit does not help

tyler telling michael that no matter what she does or how either of them change, he is there to protect her is one of the great star trek love declarations and it’s absolutely shredding me. everything is beautiful but EVERYTHING HURTS

EvilWatch 2255:

lorca learning about the fate of the ISS Buran and “well here’s me hoping i’d find a better version of myself over here” is one of the many things that works so well on both a pre- and post-Big Reveal level.

a version of lorca who IS actually who he pretends to be (a starfleet captain who got fucked up by the loss of his ship and crew) finding out his crew died here too? hurts me

“the strongest argument i’ve ever seen for the existence of destiny” / “destiny didn’t get me out of prison, you did that” lorca as the self-made hand of destiny may be what i love best about rewatching season one

lorca just smashing his face into the wall with no hesitation and then willingly going into the agony booth like... you see why that party game of hand-held pain lightning is so popular over there

“guess that’s the last time you’ll call me captain” with a soft look on his face... i’ll miss your mysterious evil ways, sir

actually everything is evil now:

fascism is much sexier on tv

forever obsessed with Starfleet Sideburns™️ and notice that captain connor is wearing them

between connor and captain killy there are a lot of precocious babyface murder captains in this universe

y’all nobody is using even CLOSE to enough eyeliner

michael burnham must suffer levels have escalated to having to murder her former ops officer. everyone is going to need so much therapy

and then her looking at her hands in her quarters later 😭

continuity, babes:

i love how much this takes from the enterprise “in a mirror darkly” episodes, with the non-terran rebellion that’s still going strong almost hundred years later

i also love how michael just whips through a one-sentence “time travel idk whatever” about the uss defiant’s historic presence in the terran universe

and presumably they just opt to not tell starfleet anything about this later and/or the uss defiant captain and crew go about their life knowing that At Some Point they’re gonna get whisked into the past of a universe of totalitarian pain play

other moments of delight:

keyla in the big chair!!! for .15 seconds but i’m so proud of her

after hearing that they made a conscious choice to never have michael sit in the discovery captain’s chair to make her final ascension to the captaincy more potent i’m going to keep track of how many people we see in it first. so far i clock lorca, saru, airiam, some random person one time i think, and now detmer

ope and also tilly and rhys. i have a feeling this list is going to become “everyone” very quickly

starbase 46 is near organia! love a good name-drop

lorca as a scottish chief engineer, we’re gonna call that a shout-out

tilly is truly among the great star trek characters and i love her relationship with absolutely everyone, but her relationship with stamets is giving me extra joy these last few episodes

#trekathon #discotrek #star trek discovery

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dangermousie · 3 years

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So, I am continuing to read Ever Night and got to this bit:

“Sangsang stood in a daze on the mountain. There was a small town at the foot of the mountain. She could see the waterwheel at the steam outside the town, and vaguely hear the bustle coming from it. At noon, she could smell the scent of food from the town. She knew that this was not reality. Because in this world, Ning Que was not by her side. But she could not ascertain if this world was the world on the chessboard because she only saw the world and not the chessboard.”

She knows this world is an illusion and not real because NQ is not by her side and she knows he will never leave her in any reality. OMG YOUR OTP COULD NEVER!

And then this bit:

She was not allowed to leave because if she walked too far out, she did not know if she would be able to find her way back. If Ning Que were to come to this world to find her, she should stay at this spot and wait for him. This was something that Ning Que would always tell her before he went out to hunt or do something else when she was very small. He would repeat over and over again that she was not to leave her spot no matter what happened because he would not be able to find her should she move. Sangsang would always seek confirmation then. She would ask, "Will you definitely come to find me?" "Of course." Ning Que would say. Then, Sangsang would rest assured and do as he requested. She would stand in the same spot and wait for him without moving.

She is waiting for him in illusion world because (a) she just knows he can find her anywhere and (b) because he trained her to when they were children and seriously their childhood is SO HORRIFIC because he is only four years older than she is, so basically he’d be eight and she was four or something and they’d do this, this is insane!

Also, this bit when, of course, he finds her in illusion world:

Ning Que said, "Don't be afraid. Come to me." Sangsang shook her head. She looked at the light surrounding her and said, "You will die." Ning Que said, "I have said before, that if you die, I will die too. So why don't we die together." Sangsang knew that this was true, so she jumped down.

I love that she doesn’t care if she will die, just worried for him and then his response and how she just accepts it as a matter of course.

This OTP is so freaking epic.

And here is when he learns she is going to live:

After some time, Master Qishan tenderly looked up at Sangsang and said, "There is no illness in the world that cannot be cured. However, it will be difficult and painful to cure it." Sangsang glanced at Ning Que and said serenely and with determination, "I'm not afraid of pain." She was not afraid of death, but she did not want to die. That was because she knew that Ning Que would be very sad if she died. He might even die with her. That was why she wanted to live. She would continue living no matter how much pain she had to endure. That was why her answer was so firm. Master Qishan looked at her with the beginnings of a smile. He answered just as firmly, "Then I will definitely be able to cure you." When he heard that, Ning Que suddenly felt a buzz in his mind, and he could not hear anything further. His body seemed to have suddenly turned into floating clouds on the cliff. He stumbled onto the futon and could not speak. Almost at the same time, all the tightly closed pores on his skin began to sweat. His Academy uniform was drenched in seconds, looking as if he had been in the rain. This year, while he had seemed as calm as usual and did not seem any different when conversing with others and fulfilling matters. In reality, he had been anxious and fearful in the extreme because of Sangsang's illness. When he heard the Master's affirmative, the negative emotions he had kept within him for a long time were quicky released in one go, along with the cold sweat. His body and heart were taken over by the extreme joy he felt, and he felt as if he was about to float up into the sky. However, this sudden release of emotions had caused an intense blow to his body. He suddenly became very weak and was like a severely ill patient who had just started to recover. Master Qishan looked at him and guessed that he must have endured unimaginable torment and pain. He comforted him kindly, "This is a cause for celebration." Sangsang took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that flowed like rain from Ning Que's face. Ning Que smiled with difficulty, saying, "This is indeed something to celebrate."

He is so insanely tough - I mean he’s had to be, he had to kill someone and escape the massacre of the entire household when he was four and then wandered and lived on his own raising a freaking baby he found in a pile of corpses - and yet he just cannot with SangSang, she’s basically his reason for living. I mean, he basically has a breakdown from sheer relief and he’s ice cold facing hordes of killers. This is a trope I love so much - despite his age, he’s a hardened killer with flexible morals and rather fearless (mainly because he genuinely doesn’t care too much if he lives or dies, he’s too fucked up) but he is endlessly, hopelessly soft for SangSang. I do think finding her saved his life not in the physical sense but because otherwise he’d have become a murderous monster and been killed long ago. And this isn’t “bad guy soft for one innocent” trope either - Ning Que is cold as hell but he is not a classic bad guy - he doesn’t seek out killing because he gets pleasure rom murder (though it doesn’t bother him to kill for money or other practical reasons), and he has (a very few) people he cares for and some principles. He’s terrifying but not evil. And SangSang is no Disney Princess even before she transforms into Goddess Ruler of the Universe. She is endlessly practical and helps him with revenge killings (and helped him kill that abuser old man they lived with on the mountain - and seriously, it basically encapsulates them that NQ even as a kid was willing to put up with all the abuse as long as he thought it was a safe place for SangSang but when he realizes it was not and the man was going to harm SS, it was murder time. My feral babies!) and just reserved and money-grubbing and just. I love her.

PS I will NEVER be over the fact that Ning Que is so stubborn and so fixated on SangSang he basically warps the universe. Because he finds out the girl he raised and his little handmaiden is basically terrifying Goddess Supreme and he effed up her equivalent of mortal trial and now she has awakened she loathes that she slummed it with a human and will endlessly punish him for it, and he’s all “oh, OK, dammit, I WILL TURN YOU HUMAN AT LEAST FOR ME AGAIN no matter what” and he succeeds in awakening her humanity again and like !!!! Your insane murdery OTP could never.

#cnovel #ever night #you should probably blacklist those tags because there will be a lot of word vomit

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shotsbyshae · 4 years

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Hello, hello, I has a small request if you do not mind. I'm living for these crossovers. Could you perhaps do one where Bucky is sent to take care of a domestic threat and instead finds reader taking care of some supernatural things?? however you'd like to develop it ensues?

Hypnotic

Warnings: Language, Little murdery, Some *not* mission related thoughts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Song: Hypnotic by Zella Day

A/N: Not exactly a domestic threat, but still supernatural elements involved.

Magnetic, everything about you.

“It’s a milk run.”

Those were Steve’s exact words.

Fury had tracked a classified artifact to an antique shop down in New Orleans.

A book.

Bucky’s mission was simple – retrieve it.

Snatch and grab.

Easy.

Barnes goes during the day to stake out the interior of the shop and easily finds the storage room in the back of the building where they keep some of their more valuable items stored. He waits until the middle of the night when the store is closed works his way inside the building without incident but isn’t aware of the blonde woman who is watching his every move through an astral projection spell as he makes his way to the room where the book is being kept.

“We have company ladies,” the blonde states quietly, returning to her body and glancing at the other two women as the door to the room they’re in begins to open.

Bucky opens the door slowly, completely surprised by what awaits him on the other side. In the center of the room there is a large pentagram painted on the wooden floor, candles are burning in various locations, dimly lighting the small space. There are three women sitting in the floor along the edges of the pentagram, all looking at the man with wide eyes.

“What the –” he starts to question, but the woman with blonde hair utters a phrase in Latin, he’s almost sure of it, and flings her hands toward the wall, which sends his body flying against it.

Now it’s his turn to look at them with wide eyes as he begins to gather himself from the floor, unsure of what just happened. The blonde stands, moving closer to him as more Latin words fall from her mouth and his chest begins to tighten, lungs constricting, and he gasps for air. His hands clutch at his chest and neck as he watches the woman glare down at him with vicious, unadulterated joy in her eyes at his suffering.

“Violet,” one of the other women from the circle says to the blonde, her voice quivering slightly.

The blonde turns to look at her friends, finding you standing there. You have a pistol in hand, pointed at the other two women on the floor.

“Let him go,” your voice is soft, yet strong.

The woman with darker hair on the floor laughs briefly before saying, “Guns don’t work darling.”

Bucky watches helplessly, his air supply almost completely cut off, as the dark-haired woman begins to spew Latin words at you, just like his tormentor.

The shot is a deafening sound in the small room as you fire a round into the woman’s chest, causing the other girl on the floor to scream in horror as her friend collapses to the floor.

“Witch killing bullets do,” your response is cold as you glance over to the blonde. “I said – Let. Him. Go.”

Barnes inhales deeply, coughing, as the air returns to his lungs.

Violet turns to you, hands up as she smiles knowingly, “You’re a hunter.”

“Bingo,” your response is snarky. “So, you know why I’m here.”

“That book doesn’t belong to you,” Violet snarls, gaining Bucky’s attention as he stands up from the floor.

“No,” you remark coolly, glancing to the podium where the old leather-bound book sits. “But you stole it from my friend. I’m here to get it back.” You watch a malicious smile spread across Violet’s face as her eyes focus on something behind you.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” a man’s voice from behind you states.

Oh great, another one, you think to yourself as you turn to see an older, stately man standing there. With a flick of his wrist he rips your gun from your hand, flinging it across the room.

Bucky notices the gun slide to a stop several feet away from him, then watches as the man lifts you from the ground by just moving his hand, no Latin phrases, just concentration.

“I’m so sick of the pretenders,” the man says with a shake of his head. “You think knowing a few spells makes you a witch, when all it does is make you pathetic.” He lifts you slowly higher, evil in his eyes. “You don’t know true power.”

“Violet,” the girl from the floor whispers, seeing Barnes behind her friend inching along the wall.

The blonde begins to turn, but Bucky dives for the weapon quickly. You’re able to see him out of the corner of you eye as he rolls across the floor, coming up sharply on one knee, your pistol trained expertly on the man in front you as he takes the shot.

The force holding you up releases you, sending you crashing into the floor while two more gunshots ring out. Bucky slowly approaches as you gather yourself from the floor, slightly surprised when you pull a smaller pistol from your boot, pointing it at him with uncertainty. He’d taken out the other two women, what was stopping him from taking you out?

“What do you want?” your brows furrow and for the first time, Bucky notices how soft your features are.

He offers your pistol to you as a show of good faith, “I just saved your ass.”

Bucky watches as you take the weapon, holstering it and the smaller one before standing up. There’s a small glint in your eye as you say, “Well, I saved you first.”

“Thanks for that,” he replies, glancing around the room. “So – witches? I mean, what the hell was going on here?”

“Yea, witches. Why are you here?” you question him, realizing this is unfamiliar territory for the man. When he doesn’t answer, you place your hands on your hips, trying to make yourself a little more intimidating to the man before you. “Who sent you?”

Bucky tries not to smile at your attempt to be threatening. After all, it’s cute and in his line of work the threat is never cute, so he’ll play along with your questions. He’s already sized you up and knows he can easily take you in a fight.

Is it wrong he wants to?

Forget the mission.

Forget the book.

Shelve it for a later time.

You had just rolled into his life like hell on wheels and he can’t remember the last time he felt like this. How could he be so intrigued – intoxicated – by you within a matter of minutes?

“Who sent you?” you question again, snapping him back into focus.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.”

You shake your head in disgust, “Fuck. They want the book, don’t they?” Bucky looks at you, running his tongue across his bottom lip. “Why?”

“You tell me?” he questions, trying to keep his head on the mission. “What’s in the book?”

“Just old spells – dark magic,” you reply. “Still, not something I would want in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hands.”

“Why?”

“Sorry, but I’ve seen what Tony Stark can do without magic,” you respond sarcastically, as you turn to walk towards the table near the pentagram that the witches had set up.

“Who are you?” Barnes questions, as you rummage aimlessly through the stuff on the table. Tossing things over your shoulder. “What did she call you – a hunter? So, you hunt witches?”

You continue to act as if you’re searching for something on the table, not turning around as you place the few ingredients you need in the small piece of cloth, “Yea, and other things, since you boys in your sparkly spandex are too busy fighting off other worldly threats.”

“I don’t do spandex,” he narrows his eyes at your comment. Your smart mouth is only making this harder for him.

You turn to him, a slight smile gracing your lips, “Barnes.” He looks surprised at your knowledge of his name but loves the sound of it. “That’s it isn’t it, you’re the Winter Soldier? I should have known – no flashy suit.”

“Then you know I’ll be leaving with that book,” he remarks, unable to contain the smirk. “No offense.”

“Really?” there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Is this the part where you say we can either do this the easy way or the hard way?” He watches the flirty expression on your face, knowing you’re up to something, and he’s rather enjoying this cat and mouse game with you. “Because I’m not easy and I don’t fight fair.” You drop the hex bag from your hand, staring into his blue eyes, the Latin word rolling easily off your tongue. “Manete.”

The confusion is apparent on Bucky’s face as you turn to walk toward the podium. He tries to take a step, but he can’t move. His feet stay firmly planted on the floor as he desperately uses every ounce of strength within him to take a step.

Nothing.

“What did you do?” he almost growls as you turn around clutching the book to your chest.

“Just a little immobilization spell,” you say sweetly, a perfect pout on your lips as you stare at him. You might be flirting on purpose, it’s easy to see the affect you’re having on him.

“I thought you were a hunter.”

“I am,” you reply. “I also said I don’t fight fair. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off in about an hour.”

He watches you approach the door, frustrated in more ways than one, “I will find you.”

You glance over your shoulder at the man, “That sounds like a threat Barnes.”

Bucky grins, “Oh, that’s a promise doll.”

“It’s a date then.”

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sanderssides-springfling · 4 years

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The Frogman

For @space-mothman

Synopsis- Analogical cryptid-hunting AU in which they search for the mysterious Frogman for a college documentary project.

Warning- Swearing + Minor wound

Note- Hiya!! I’ve had a lot of fun working with the wishes you asked for and I’m super excited to see what you think of it! I hope you’re doing well :D

Virgil held up the two near-identical hoodies in front of the mirror, deciding which to wear when a familiar head poked through the doorway.

“Ooh, are you getting ready for your little date?”

Virgil walked over to kick him out when Janus joined in.

“Leave our darling little brother alone Remus, his boyfriend will be here soon. We have to find the baby pictures before he arrives.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! The teacher paired us up. I had no say in it.” Virgil said as he tried and failed to push the pair out. “And if either of you shows him any embarrassing pictures of me, you’re both dead.”

“Wow, how scary,” mocked Remus as Janus mimed a face of fear. He then added, “If I were you I’d go for the one on the left, it makes you look less…intimidating and murdery.”

Virgil swatted at him with the hoodie before putting it on reluctantly, huffing about how he was planning to choose it anyway because it was ‘warmer’.

Just then the doorbell rang. Virgil’s eyes opened wide as he ran down the stairs to get to the door first but he was no match for Remus. He shoved Virgil out of the way and opened the door wide.

“You must be Logan. We’ve heard so much about you. Why don’t you come in?” He invited with a wild grin on his face.

Virgil stared daggers at Remus as Logan walked in, politely telling Remus he has a lovely home. He was wearing a jean jacket over an unbuttoned plaid shirt and a graphic t-shirt depicting Mothman. His soft-looking hair fell over the rim of his glasses, the eyes behind them taking in his new surroundings.

Before Virgil could tell Logan they should leave, Janus began his, rehearsed, warnings. “You better take good care of my brother, young man. I’m expecting you to bring him home with at least three remaining limbs and having gone through a maximum of one demon possession, preferably none, or else there will be hell to pay. I’m also expecting you to keep criminal activity to a minimum along with the use of venomous vipers, they’re nasty creatures.”

To Virgil’s surprise, Logan had taken out a notepad and started to make notes, taking his speech seriously. Janus clearly wasn’t expecting this either as his expression softened towards Logan. “It’s obvious you’ll take good care of him. I’ll let you two go because I’m sure you have plenty of ‘work’ to do.” He winked at Virgil. “Just be careful.”

“But-”

“The baby photos and home videos can wait for their second date Rem, let’s give Virge a chance to embarrass himself without our help first.”

Virgil glared at his brothers as he dragged Logan outside, only mildly thankful Janus let him off that easy. What had he done to deserve being stuck with those two morons?

“Have fun!” Remus called out as the door slammed closed.

“Come on, I parked down the road. It’s not far.” Logan set off walking away, Virgil joining him a moment later.

“I’m super sorry about them,” Virgil said. “Ignore everything they said, they’re not worth wasting energy on.”

“It’s quite alright Virgil, it’s clear they care for you. I have always admired the dynamic between siblings.”

“You’re an only child? Lucky.” He thought back to how embarrassing his brothers were. They took every opportunity available to tease Virgil, regardless of whether they were alone or with any of his few friends. In moments like that, it was hard to remember why he loved them. He reminded himself, trying to calm down.

On his worst nights, Remus would tell him a gruesome ‘bedtime story’ while Deceit badgered him to add a happy end. They would also take him to concerts of bands he liked and try to fit into the scene even though they hated the music and fashion. Seeing Janus in a My Chemical Romance shirt trying not to curse after jabbing himself in the eye with Virgil’s eyeliner was still one of his fondest memories.

“Although,” Virgil added, “It does have its advantages.”

Logan stopped in front of an old pickup truck. Despite the carefully polished hubcaps and fresh paint job, it had visibly been through a lot.

“Here we are, our ride for the evening.” Logan took hold of the passenger door handle. “The door can be a little tricky sometimes.” He rattled the handle, banging at a spot a few inches below it. The door sprang open. “Like to most things, there’s a trick.”

He pulled the door open fully, holding it for Virgil as he clambered up. “Uh…thanks.”

Logan proceeded to join him from the driver’s side. “It may not look it but it’s a strong and reliable vehicle, I spent all last summer fixing it up.” He said proudly.

“No, no, it’s nice!” Virgil reassured him. “Does it have a name?”

“Why would my truck have a name?” Logan asked, appearing puzzled. He put his key in the ignition. The vehicle whirred to life.

“Nevermind. Are you excited to film our project?”

“Incredibly so! When Mr Picani said we had to make a documentary on any subject I got super excited about the idea of cryptid hunting! Thank you for going along with it!”

“Whatever gets me to pass the class dude. Plus this seems like a better way to spend time than filming ladybugs walking on leaves and doing some boring commentary.” What Virgil didn’t add was that after seeing the excitement of Logan’s face when he proposed the idea, Virgil couldn’t find it in his heart to say no.

He shuffled in his seat. “I’m also really happy I got partnered with you. I know we haven’t talked much but you seem a lot easier to get along with than the other people in our class.” Virgil smiled in Logan’s direction and despite the dim lighting, he could have sworn he saw Logan blush.

“Oh, thank you, Virgil. You too have ‘good vibes’ if I’m using the term correctly.” Virgil grinned, telling Logan he did.

“How about some music?” Logan asked before turning on the radio. Pop music crackled out of it, gently playing for the rest of their journey.

~~~~

A cold wind blew through the dense, gloomy woods. In the clearing before it, stood a teenager speaking to a camera, visible in the dying light of the sun.

“There are many legends about the Sanders Wilds, however, most revolve around the same being. A creature said to lurk in the depths of these woods, waiting for unsuspecting victims.

He has been described as a slimy beast with incredible jumping abilities, his hind muscular legs able to propel him forward metres at a time. He most often appears by the many bodies of water found in this forest.

Although no-one has ever disappeared in the woods, most locals swear they’ve met one of the unfortunate souls chased by the being whose very existence is in question.

He goes by many names. The Shadow, the Beast of the Sanders Wilds and recently he’s been referred to as ‘Scary Todd’ by a youngster from a neighbouring Elementary school.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows from behind the camera when he heard ‘youngster’ but Logan brushed it off and continued.

“The most common name of the cryptid we will be investigating today, inspired by its many characteristics, is” Logan stopped for dramatic effect. “The Frogman.“

“That’s quite the speech you prepared there” Virgil called out as he put down the video camera and rubbed his forearm. His arms had begun to stiffen during Logan’s monologue

“Are you ready to go in?” Logan asked.

Virgil froze. There was only one problem, something he hadn’t told Logan- He was scared.

Virgil knew that technically there wasn’t anything to be scared of. The frogman was nothing more than an urban legend, mere shadows and reflections mistaken for something, however, it was the what if’s that plagued Virgil’s mind. What if the frogman was real? What if he appeared? Worst of all… what if he caught them? Virgil wasn’t sure if he was willing to risk his life to pass a college class he didn’t even like that much.

“Virgil?” Logan looked concerned. “Are you alright?”

Great, Virgil scolded himself. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to tell Logan in the first place. More than anything he didn’t want Logan to think he was a nervous wreck, scared of a fake monster. Now he’d have to tell his handsome partner he was a chicken and he would totally think less of Virgil. Oh why does Logan have to be so handsome, Virgil thought to himself as he looked towards his cryptid hunting companion.

He was tall, with a sturdy frame that was perfect for giving supportive hugs and his hair was unruly in all the right ways, looking good for running your fingers through. It was very difficult to focus on anything else, Virgil had to admit. Good looking people never failed to make things more difficult.

“I- I’m just… a little scared.” Virgil mumbled reluctantly. “As controversial as it is, I’m not too keen on the whole getting captured by a forest monster thing.”

“Oh.” Logan looked disappointed. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not too late to change the project. I can drive us to the library and we can get started in something different. All that matters is that you feel comfortable.”

Virgil felt touched. Logan was willing to give up something he wanted to do for his well being? It wasn’t often that happened. That’s why he was determined to go in anyway. “No way. We’re going in there and finding that frogman. Just… promise to protect me from any monsters?” Virgil managed a smile as he held out his pinky, holding the camcorder in his other hand.

“Pinky promise,” Logan answered solemnly, hooking his finger around Virgil’s. Then, he smiled wide. “Now, let’s go say hi to The Beast. And…” He paused apprehensively as if he was trying to pick out the right words. “If you’re alright carrying the camcorder with one hand, maybe I could hold your hand? So you feel safe?”

Virgil laughed, slipping his hand into Logan’s. It felt warm compared to the cool evening. “As long as you’re okay with shaky footage.” He joked.

Logan led them into the forest, pulling out a flashlight from his pocket while Virgil switched the camera back on. There was an eerie quiet only broken by the crackling of leaves and snapping of branches under their feet.

“Hey, Logan, you know you can talk, right? We can edit everything out of the footage later.” There was still no response.

Virgil glanced towards Logan, seeing him staring intensely at a spot in the direction they were walking. “Make sure you get this.” He murmured before rushing up, tugging Virgil with him. He crouched down next to an animal print in the muddy ground. Virgil let go of his hand so he could step back and get a better angle.

“This right here is an animal footprint however it belongs to no regular being. While it seems to belong to an amphibian creature as is indicated by the pattern and the indentation from webbing, it is bigger than any regular amphibians could produce.” Logan splayed his hand above the mark to demonstrate. They were around the same size. “This must be the footprint of the Frogman.”

Yay, Virgil thought to himself. Evidence of a creature that might kill them. How wonderful.

He walked to Logan and helped him up, keeping hold of Logan’s hand afterwards because there was no way he was going to risk getting separated from him now. He also enjoyed the feeling of Logan’s hand in his, it made him a feeling of joy that he couldn’t quite place.

They continued when there was a sudden rustling a few metres in front of them. Instinctively Virgil squeezed Logan’s hand harder, holding onto him for safety. They both froze. Logan’s torch turned to the source of the sound, a bush. A moment later a squirrel scampered out of the said bush, disappearing into the darkness as quickly as it appeared. Both Logan and Virgil sighed in relief.

“That sure was one terrifying squirrel,” Virgil said as they continued to walk deeper into the woods.

Virgil attempted to strike up small talk again, not wanting things to become awkward. “I like your Mothman shirt.”

“Oh, thank you, Virgil.” Logan beamed, the way he only did when he was speaking about something he was passionate about. “I had a really big cryptid phase as a child, so big my parents decided to take us to Point Pleasant for the summer break one year. That’s the hometown of Mothman, they have a statue of him and everything. It was incredible. That’s when I got the shirt! It’s been a good luck charm. Not that I believe in luck but it never hurts something else on your side”

“You got it as a kid and it still fits? You must’ve been a tall kid.”

“It was the middle of their tourist season so they were sold out of all the youth sizes. According to my mother, it made a very fashionable dress.”

Virgil held back giggles as the thought of a smaller Logan wearing that shirt going down to his knees with a pair of fashionable red heels crossed his mind. For whatever reason, if Logan were to wear a dress, Virgil believed he’d wear it with stunning red heels. He seemed the type.

“Did you spot The Mothman?” he asked, only half kidding.

“Unfortunately not, although it was probably for the best as I was going to ask him for an autograph. I doubt that would have gone down well with Him.“

The idea of a smaller Logan wearing an oversized Mothman merchandise shirt going down to his knees and a pair of fashionable red heels walking up to the Lord of the Shadows himself, at least double his height, and asking him to sign his autograph book was so funny to Virgil that he stopped in his tracks wheezing, his eyes brimming with tears.

Seeing Logan’s bewildered expression, he tried to calm himself. After a few moments catching his breath trying to keep a straight he was able to regain his composure. “Sorry Lo, I’m fine now.”

“Can I ask-”

“No” Virgil interrupted him. “It’s really for the best you don’t.”

“Alright Virgil, I’ll trust you on this one.” He hummed a song Virgil wasn’t familiar with for a few moments. Then, he said, “I had an idea for while we’re either walking towards the Frogman or further into the depth of woods we might get lost in.” Virgil wasn’t sure if Logan was kidding and frankly he didn’t want to know.

“Yeah L, what is it?” Virgil’s mind started to race when he realized he had called Logan a nickname. While only a shortening of his name, it still seemed very personal and friendly. What if it bothers him? What if he thinks it’s weird?

“Well Vee,” Logan paused to see Virgil’s reaction, looking smug. Virgil stuck his tongue out at him. He wouldn’t admit it but his heart would flutter whenever he got that self-righteous expression on his face, seen often when he corrected the teacher or had got full marks on a test. It was cute. Very annoying, but cute.

“We could directly target your fear of the Frogman. You would have to trust me though.”

“I trust you,” Virgil answered with no hesitation. He squeezed Logan’s hand in his.

“Oh…um…” Logan appeared flustered. “This is going to seem scary but there’s a very low possibility of a negative outcome. Now…repeat after me.”

Logan took a deep breath before yelling “Fuck you Frogman!”

Virgil startled, not expected Logan to be so brazen. Yelling was a common occurrence for Logan however such vulgarities? Directed at a possibly supernatural creature who was reported as dangerous? He shook his head in disbelief.

Logan looked at him pointedly. “Oh no Logan, there is no way-” He stopped realizing there would be no convincing Logan. “Fine.” He grumbled.

“Frick you Frogman.” The words sounded uncertain.

“That was a good first attempt, Virgil. If you want to try again, you should really try to metaphorically shake off any inhibitions and really go for it. I did promise to protect you, the Frogman won’t hurt you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

They had come to a stop next to a running stream of water. Virgil slipped his camcorder into his hoodie pocket and let go of Logan’s hand, freeing both his arms. After running his fingers through his hair trying to build up enough confidence and jumping where he stood for a moment getting into an energetic mood, he felt ready. Or as ready as he could be.

Angling his head to the sky he screamed at the top of his lungs “Fuck you Frogman!”

He laughed in exhilaration, adrenaline running through his veins. Virgil felt invincible. “And fuck your Frogmother too!” He raised his hand for a high five.

“Yes!” Logan exclaimed. As he stepped towards Virgil, he must have been too excited to look where he walked because his foot caught on a tree branch.

Instinctively Virgil went to grab Logan’s hand to keep him up, however, Virgil started hurtling towards the creek as well, knocked off balance. He gasped as he hit the cold water, a moment later crashing into Logan.

The stream had been quite shallow, a foot deep at most. Virgil, quite luckily, didn’t experience the brute of the fall, having fallen on top of Logan. He rolled off and tried to stand. He would definitely have a couple nasty bruises later, he thought to himself.

“Hey Lo, are you okay?” Virgil looked for the torch that fell out of Logan’s hand during his fall. It wasn’t far and within seconds he was shining it directly at Logan’s face. Logan didn’t appreciate it.

“I’m fine, I assure you but please get that out of my face. The light is blinding.” Virgil muttered a few apologies while helping Logan to his feet. Overall, whilst cold and mildly pained, Logan appeared to be okay overall.

The two were both standing up in the middle of the creek. Although their feet were still submerged in the freezing cold water neither seemed to notice nor care. Instead, they were both looking directly at each other.

They inched closer and Logan began softly “Virgil, I’ve been meaning to tell you-” however he didn’t get to finish that sentence.

There was a raucous splashing sound from further upstream. Then there was another, this time louder. Whatever was making the noise was approaching.

Virgil shared a look of terror with Logan. He grabbed the camera and started recording as a shadowy figure started to form. Its form was unclear, however, it moved forward the way a frog might, leaping up and forward. Virgil was sure, it was The Frogman.

“What are you waiting for, Vee? Run.” Logan urged him to come however Virgil was frozen in fear. This was the end for him. He’d never see Janus and Remus again. He’d never tell Logan how he feels.

Logan snatched the torch from Virgil and took his now-free hand into his. Glancing back to the shadowy figure a final time, he muttered a few profanities, irked, then started to run, dragging Virgil with him. This was enough to snap Virgil out of his state, as he started running alongside Logan as fast as he could. The sound of the Frogman thudding behind them, hot on their trail, motivated them to keep going.

Virgil would never consider himself particularly athletic, which paired with the fact his legs were quite short created a challenge as he attempted to keep up with Logan, however, Adrenaline paired with the fact Logan wouldn’t have let him fall behind if he wanted to keep him as far from the Frogman as possible.

The journey out the forest was a blur. Virgil remembered stumbling however he got back up immediately. Logan shined the torch in front of them so they didn’t run into any trees. As a few minutes passed the sound of the Frogman following them faded away but neither would risk stopping. They continued forward and by some miracle, they had returned to the clearing where they had started, Logan’s pickup truck only a few yards away.

Logan slowed down to a stop outside it. “It’s alright, he won’t follow us out here.”

“That’s… really… great… Lo.” Virgil panted. He could feel his heart pounding in his head as he breathed so heavily he thought he might cough his lungs out. “How…are you…back to normal…so fast?”

“Oh, I did track in high school. Now you stay there while I get something.”

Virgil leaned against the truck as Logan rummaged around in his glove compartment. He pulled out an emergency foil blanket. He wrapped it over Virgil’s shoulders. “I only have one so you better keep that on. That water was freezing and I don’t want you getting hypothermic. You’re still soaking wet after all. Are you injured anywhere?”

Unsure, Virgil checked. Sure enough, he had a cut on his shin. Damn, it must’ve happened when I tripped, he thought to himself. Only as the energy from the run wore off, he started to feel it sting.

“Is it okay if I clean that cut for you? I have a first aid kit in the truck’s cargo bed.”

“Thanks, dude, I would really appreciate that. You better get under this blanket right after though, you’re not allowed to get hypothermic either.”

Logan smiled then pulled out a first aid kit from the back of the truck. “You can have a seat on the grass.” Once Virgil did, Logan joined him. “How are you feeling?”

“Still in shock and denial. It’ll probably only sink in later tonight that we got chased by the actual Frogman. How about you?”

“Honestly…I feel incredible. We saw the Frogman! The Frogman is real” Logan grinned. “Also, this might hurt a bit” he warned Virgil as he disinfected the cut. He was right. Virgil’s eyes pricked with tears.

“It’s a good thing my jeans were already so ripped, that way people won’t even question this one.” he joked.

“Did your camera survive that? I hope it’s not water damaged.”

“Nah don’t worry, it’s been through a lot. A little fall and water aren’t going to be the thing to break it.” He inspected the camera. “Unfortunately…I can’t say the same for the footage. The memory card looks completely fried.”

Logan’s smile fell. “That’s a shame, although maybe it’s for the best. The Frogman can continue living his best life in the forest with no scientists looking for him since there’s still no evidence.”

“Really?” Virgil asked incredulously. “You. The smartest person I know. Is against scientists?”

“Well… I’m not against scientists but having watched E.T. as a kid, I wouldn’t trust them with any rare or unusual beings.” He put a plaster on the cleaned injury then looked at his handiwork proudly.

Virgil was bemused by this. “You do know that’s a fictional movie, right?” After Logan did not answer he decided it was best to change tact.

“C’mon, join me under this blanket so you can warm up before we drive away. I’m thinking we go to mine? I can make us some hot chocolate and we can decide what to do with the assignment. I can also lend you some dry clothes if you don’t mind being dressed Emo.”

Logan moved so he was sat next to Virgil, their shoulders touching as the blanket covered them. “Sounds great Vee.”

“It’s a shame we wasted the evening though.” Virgil moped, but then Logan turned to face him. Their faces were mere inches away.

“Actually, I wouldn’t call it a wasted evening. I had a lot of fun spending the evening with you. “

Virgil was more taken aback by that than he was by him cursing at the Frogman. “I enjoyed spending the evening with you too. You’re really kind and surprisingly easy to talk to. I hope we could maybe spend some time together after this assignment is over if that’s something you’d like?”

Virgil felt the tips of his ears burning as his face flushed completely. He knew he was being obvious now but it seemed worth it. Putting himself out there didn’t seem as scary with Logan.

Logan spoke as gently as he had when they were standing in the creek together.

“About that. I wanted to tell you something before we were rudely interrupted earlier.”

“Mhm?” Virgil murmured, not trusting himself to say any proper words.

“I believe I have romantic feelings for you, Virgil. I highly enjoy speaking with you and when you’re around my heart begins to beat faster. If you were to feel the same way I would love to take you on a date perhaps? With fewer cryptids, I assure you. If not-”

“Me too,” Virgil said, in disbelief, cutting him off. He didn’t want to hear the ’If not’ because he liked Logan back. A lot. He took hold of Logan’s hand.

“If it’s okay with you Logan, can I kiss you?” He was surprised by his own confidence, but it felt right. Everything felt right.

Logan answered not with words but by closing the gap between the two of them. It was short and sweet. According to Virgil, it was perfect. Perhaps the evening wasn’t a waste after all.

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