Will’s heel is
braced in Hannibal’s lap, set against the warm of expanse of a
check thigh. He watches, rapt as Hannibal plies his foot with expert
fingers, devout in his task and in the way he kneels before him.
“Our feet are very
intimate. They carry us through our lives,” Hannibal says, never faltering.
equated feet with intimacy.”
glances up. “You were initially embarrassed by the
“That’s not because–I don’t exactly get a
lot of foot massages.”
“I don’t give a
lot of them.”
“I think you’ll
find,” Hannibal says, slowly lifting Will’s foot from his lap,
“this particular instance is uniquely intimate.”
Will has plenty of
time to jerk away, to intercept, but he doesn’t. He grips the arms
of the chair and holds his breath as Hannibal, without ceremony,
cranes his head and presses obscenely red lips to the tender
pink arch of his foot.
And bites down.
I don’t know. I don’t even have a foot fetish, but I have a Hannibal-worships-Will’s-feet-and-also-everything fetish. I made it to go with (eventual) fic because I’ve been thinking about this forever. Also, fangs. @loshka ‘s lovely art is partly to blametoo.
Can I have a BTS reaction to you accidentally spilling a drink all over their expensive suit? And this is right before a performance or award or something
I would be absolutely destroyed if I did this like ruining the beautiful clothing these boys wear? Sins.
He’d be upset as you knocked your drink into his lap right before they were announced to win an award. He wouldn’t be mad though and instead accept your help in wiping the liquid off his lap and jacket. When they were called he’d force a smile and kiss your temple. “At least it was a clear drink. Don’t worry love.”
All he did was go in for a hug before he was to step onto stage for their opening song, but as he stepped to you and a stylist accidentally bumped you, you couldn’t help the drink that sloshed forward and wettened his white shirt. He’d look down at the light pink stain and nod his head slowly. He really isn’t one to care to much about his clothing and on any other occasion he would laugh it off but there was no time. But when the stylist who bumped into you sent the blame your way Yoongi looked at her with harsh eyes. “You ran into her, you fix it. Hurry.”
You were so excited that the boys had won the award they were up for that when their name was called you jumped with excitement your smile was quickly turned to horror as your drink spilt onto Namjoon. The cameras were already on your table so there was no hiding the fact it had happened, but even if they weren’t, it wouldn’t have stopped the smile that covered Namjoon’s face as he laughed and pulled you into a huge hug whispering a happy ‘dont worry’ in your ear. When he got on stage he’d smile and hold a hand to his now wet shirt. “Whoops.” He’d begin with making everyone, including you laugh.
He was about to go onto stage for a dance piece he we performing by himself. He was standing next to you with his arm around your waist talking with two of the other boys. You, being so proud of him, moved the hand you were using to hold your drink to tap against his chest as you bragged about him to the others, but as the drink sloshed over your hand and onto his white shirt you lost your train of thought and quickly moved your hand to start trying to try his shirt. You’d apologize over and over again, scared he’d get up set, but instead he just laughed and took the drink from your hand and pouring the rest over his body. “The fans will love this.” He said kissing your blushed cheek and moving over to the mouth of the stage as Yoongi stepped off.
Jimin wouldn’t want to make a big deal about the face you spilt red wine over his shirt, if anything you were lucky he was in a shirt that had red markings scattered around it, but never the less he half heartedly kissed your cheek before stepping onto stage. You braced yourself for this set of songs to finish and wouldn’t help but feel nervous at the fact that he was probably very mad at you, but as you stood there with your arms crossed, watching him wave to the faces as he exited the stage you all but expected him to walk right past you. Instead he stripped the shirt and threw it off to the side before wrapping his arms around me. “Really, Jagi, if you wanted to get me shirtless all you would have to do is ask.”
He wouldn’t be mad if you spilt something on him as they sat there watching their friends get called up for their awards, instead he’d just sit there nd ask you for your help to dap the liquid of his lap. He’d then lean forward and whispered in your ear about how close your hand was to his member and then he’d give you he’s loving laugh and a sweet kiss to your cheek as you threw the napkin at him.
Jungkook would have been whispering things into your ear that made you giggle as you sat with the boys watching their friends perform. At one point he’d say something that made you choke on your drink and spill a little on his leg. He’d just chuckle and wipe it off before going back to telling you funny things in your ear.
Cat Obi-Wan gets hurt in one of the battles. And a hurt human Obi-Wan is a difficult to deal with but a injured cat Obi-Wan is very difficult to deal with. The first couple of time Obi-Wan has escaped and hid in small places. They now find a solution by having a small box with a blanket so Obi-Wan will stay in med bay. Points for my cat Obi-Wan a very difficult patient.
Coughing up dust and rocks from his own
lungs, Anakin placed a hand to what he knew were broken ribs. Force
he had no idea how managed to survive the building coming down but he
was going to put it up to a massive influx of luck.
He gave Kix and Rex a meek grin when
the troopers reached him, letting the medic give him a hypospray of
painkillers before the Medic set to bracing him as best he could in
the field. “Thanks.” He rasped out.
“You’re welcome Gen-”
Kix words were broken off by a shout.
“…Oh no.” Anakin struggled to get
up only for Kix to place his hand firmly on his shoulder, the medic
waving Rex off to help with the search for the other Jedi.
“You need to stay here sir.” Kix
offered, voice tight as he continued working on him.
Anakin swallowed heavily. “Bu-”
“You’ll be of no help like this
sir, you’re more likely to get in the way.” Kix murmured, voice
sympathetic but tone ruthless.
Hissing a bit, Anakin gave a nod while
looking around the medic to watch Cody and Rex fan their men out to
search for the feline.
Looking towards the shouting, Anakin
felt his heart skip several beats as Longshot came running towards
them with a small, beige and bloody shape hanging limp in his arms,
Obi-Wan’s obvious and broken form cradled protectively by the
It got even worse when the Servalo was
brought close and Helix got his hands on him, placing him on a piece
of broken wall for support. Anakin could see that one of Obi-Wan’s
hind legs were broken so badly the bone was poking through when the
medic removed the boots, obviously having spotted something
Blood was coating around Obi-Wan’s
snout, both the nose and mouth, staining the tabby fur with bright
red and matting it together with dirt and dust.
“Master Obi-Wan, please come out.”
Anakin blinked awake to Ahsoka’s voice, staring at the ceiling for
a few moments before he sat up with his hand carefully placed to his
rib. ‘Ahsoka?’ He wondered.
“General please, the vent is not a
nice place to rest up.”
And that was Cody, Anakin was pretty
sure of tha-oh, of course.
Anakin sighed and then carefully pushed
himself out of bed, his mech arm left behind on the nightstand as he
He waved his hand when he saw Kix, the
medic instantly moving to intercept him. “I’m getting Obi-Wan.”
He said and was almost amused by the medic’s instant hesitation.
The desire to have the other patient
out in the open won out and Anakin followed the voice of Cody and
Ahsoka until he found them by an open vent. “Hello Snips,
Commander.” He greeted.
“Anakin.” The togruta sat up in
“I know.” Kneeling down while
pressing his hand to his sore ribs, Anakin peered into the vent to
meet glowing eyes. “Obi-Wan.”
A low murring was his only answer.
His master was a terrible patient when
Not only was he small and could slink
away but he also reverted to a lot of basic instincts that he usually
was in control of. Like hiding away when injured.
Anakin sighed and sat back on his
heels, looking at Ahsoka and Cody. “Cody, his things, are they
“Yes sir, I packed them all wit-”
“Good, go find the green blanket he
always brings with him. Ahsoka, find a box, about this big.” Anakin
demonstrated with his hand and stump about the size he wanted. “And
this high.” He turned back to the vent, making soft noises at his
master through the vent while Ahsoka and Cody traded glances before
they went to do as asked.
“I know you’re not in shape Master,
neither am I. But staying in the vent is not good for you.” Anakin
kept his voice low and soft. “And you know that. You should be in
bed.” He made a low chirruping noise and got a softer one in reply
from inside the vent as he held out his hand to the vent, wiggling
his fingers lightly.
Obi-Wan didn’t move but he kept
making that soft chirruping noise until Cody and Ahsoka returned,
falling quiet at the sound of footsteps.
“Got a crate Skyguy.” Ahsoka set it
“And here’s the blanket.” The
commander held it up.
“Place the blanket in the box, line
it.” Anakin held up his hand. “I’d do it myself but…yeah.”
He shifted his stump and watched Cody do as told before he turned
back to the vent. “Obi-Wan, I got your Qui-Gon blanket and a box
you can curl up in.” He chirruped gently, ignoring his companions
visible surprise at the noise.
Of course he knew how to make cat
noises, he grew up around Obi-Wan!
He smiled when he suddenly heard soft
padding from inside the vent until his bandaged former master slipped
out and crawled into the crate, settling with his tail limp around
him from the amount of bandages around it. “Do you want to stay in
my room or back in your own?”
“…Yours. Apologies Commander Cody.”
Came quietly from the box. “I’m…not a good patient.”
“Its alright sir. I’m just grateful
General Skywalker knows what to do.” The clone commander offered in
relief as he reached down and carefully picked up the crate to carry
it for Anakin.
“Its alright sir, its not like you
Anakin huffed a small laugh at that and
walked back to his room with the others, rubbing his sore ribs.
‘Wonderful life of kitty Obi.’ He thought, smiling a bit.
When we have been overwhelmed by trauma or PTSD (especially early in life), our nervous system develops a habit of hypervigilance. Our stress response keeps playing itself out, triggering a perpetual anxiety loop and causing our body and mind to respond to small stresses as if they were big threats. The reptilian brain (responsible for preserving life) and limbic brain (responsible for emotional reactions) do not distinguish between a real or potential threat, making it easy to get locked in chronic fear, worry and tension. Even when there is no danger, the reptilian brain keeps our muscles tight and braced in case there is need to take action. We may feel perpetually on alert, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or we may feel depressed, numb and sapped of energy. These are normal responses to living with a stressed nervous system.
strides into the medical bay of the MOI, heading
directly to where York is seated with his head in his hands. “What happened?”
York scrubs his hands over his face. “He’s fine, okay? Or he’ll be fine.” He
sounds as tired as he looks.
a moment of consideration, North drops into the chair next to him. A couple of
nurses are standing in the other corner, discussing something; at first North
assumes it’s serious, before one starts braying with laughter. “What happened?”
North asks again.
Yang took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, trying to calm herself. The lunch rush brought with it a seemingly endless stream of customers and that proved true every single day she worked, yet today the demands of her job seemed to wear on her more than usual. Being a server at a high end restaurant in downtown Vale brought with it all sorts of upscale types, each with some sort of previous knowledge that either proved to be wrong entirely, greatly exaggerated, or simply misunderstood, yet she could only politely explain that so many times before it drove her over the deep end.
“Remember why you’re doing this. Rent is due in a week and you need the tip money,” she said to herself, reaching up to straight the long black tie she wore around her neck and adjusting the stifling collar of her crisp white shirt. As far as work uniformed went, it tended towards the plain side, with black slacks and matte shoes, but at least she’d gotten out of that dive bar on the south side of town. The pay here was better, even if the uniform kinda sucked, but the customers always seemed the same. Not as crude, not as dirty themselves, but really no better for it. “Just. Get through. This shift.”
“Psyching yourself up, Yang?” Emerald, one of the other servers, breezed past her on the way to the pick up station, a small smirk on her lips. “That table giving you problems, huh?”
“Bunch of yuppies who can’t tell a lager from a porter; if they weren’t so chatty, I’d be fine.” Rolling her eyes, the blonde followed her coworker to the station, grabbing one of the serving trays and loading it up with plates for another table. “I’ll be fine.”
the space between stars :: s2 fix it fic - chapter one
A/N: This is rewrite of season two which consists of basically taking the bulk of season two and tweaking most if not all of the elements and completely rewriting certain aspects of it. The last thing I want is for this fic to be a disappointment to those who, like me, were already disappointed with season 2 in many ways.
This fic is an attempt to write season two the way I would have done it, developing all the characters and their relationships in a way that is perhaps unrealistic to expect of a TV show, but I digress. Although I am developing all of the Voltron team (especially Lance and Hunk, since they got the least screen of the Paladins this season) there will be a heavier focus on Shiro and Allura than perhaps the rest given the sheer amount of unexplored potential between the two and the rest of the team in season two, however I hope to give everyone about the same amount of page time. I am still learning how to write everyone else, so if you have any tips for how to write a certain character/relationship, please let me know, I’d love to hear them.
I’ll preface this by saying right now the fic will be more Shallura than Klance centric due to the narrative arc I’m developing, my comfort level with characterization, and personal preference. That being said, all relationships between the characters will be explored and developed, and none shall be romantic aside from the two previously mentioned.
Above all else, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it thus far, and I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts.
Now, without further ado: go to 1x11 of Voltron: Legendary Defender, “The Black Paladin”, and come back once you get to the end.
THE SPACE BETWEEN STARS
CHAPTER ONE: Across the Universe (I)
Allura had never felt so helpless in her entire life. Discounting the 10,000 years in the cryo-pod, she had never been forced to watch all her hopes shatter and spin madly out of control right before her eyes. The fall of Altea had been destruction but with a rising, desperate hope swelling in her chest. She and her father had the Lions; they could still win this.
They could still win this.
She forced herself not to yell as the Paladins fell into the current of the wormhole, washing over them ocean waves, tangling up their tails and heads, metal panes rattling as their screams echoed over the commlink. Shiro’s, loud and raw, mingled with the pain of the injury Haggar had given him, was worst of all, ringing in her ears long after it had stopped and the blaring of the castle alarms took its place. Red lights flashed as the control panel blocked her at every opportunity.
“They’ve vanished in the temporal rift!” she cried, her panic getting the better of her for a moment. “The Lions are gone!”
“Let’s check the rift-exiting positioning monitor,” said Coran, his fingers flying across his keyboard as fast as her heart was pounding, “to see where this wormhole is taking us.”
“Coran look! There appears to be something on the other end. We’re heading right toward it.” Her shoulders hunched over slightly when the next realization set in, bracing her legs to keep herself steady.
“Scanners show there’s no exit. It’s just nothingness. Find an exit before we run smack into the void.”
“I can’t. I’ve lost control of the Castle.” Angry red signs blared up at her against Altean blue, and her heart sank. There was no way out.
“I think it’s about something we have no personal choice in. I think it’s about fate.” - Fox Mulder, 3x02 Paper Clip
They’ve discussed names, a little unseriously. Bill had insisted that it would be another boy, so they had agreed unofficially on Charles. (He liked to name the children after family members; there was Billy, and then Melissa was after his mother and Charles after his father. But they hadn’t discussed girl names.)
“I liked that one name you suggested,” Bill offers the next morning. They know the routines of early parenthood well, but he is no less fascinated by the baby, moving his fingers through the sunlight for her to track. “What was it… Dana.”
Maggie smiles; Dana was her favorite of the considered girl names, but she’d figured Bill would never go for it since it wasn’t traditional. “Dana Katherine,” she offers, stroking her daughter’s downy red hair. The baby snuffles, turning her face into Maggie’s shoulder. “For my grandmother.”
They take the baby home after a few days. Bill goes in first - wisely enough, Missy and Billy tend to be rambunctious, especially right after breakfast. Maggie’s mother has been staying with them, and she embraces Maggie at the door before leaning over the baby carrier. Missy and Billy leap at her before their father stops them. “Go and sit on the couch,” he says in that kind but stern way he has. Billy sticks out his lower lip and stomps over to the couch. Bill scoops up Missy and sets her next to her brother; she swings her legs in excitement.
The kids have been arguing for a few weeks now about whether or not the baby would be a brother or a sister (Billy in favor of the former and Missy of the latter). Maggie opts to sit between them with the baby in her arms so they won’t come to blows over who was right. “Kids,” she says. “This is your new sister, Dana.”
Billy pouts, flopping back against the back of the couch, and Bill and her mother swoop in to scold him. But Missy is intrigued, crawling closer to get a look. Dana half-dozes, tiny hands waving in the air. Missy pokes her foot. “Day?”
“Dana,” Maggie corrects, amused. “Don’t poke her, sweetie, you have to be gentle.”
Melissa reaches for the baby again, and Dana catches her sister’s finger in her little hand. “Day,” she says, satisfied.
May I throw a prompt your way? Sterek - Learning to sleep with each other. Not having sex, but actually learning to SLEEP with each other. Learning to share a bed when you're used to sleeping along, learning to compromise on bedtime habits, learning what does and doesn't work, etc.
Stiles and Derek move in to their new apartment one sunny Saturday in October, and it is easily the best day of Derek’s life. They laugh while filing up the rickety stairs with their cardboard boxes, give up assembling their new bedframe and have sex on the bare mattress, and then again on the couch cushions while the couch is still in pieces.
They’ve been dating for a year, and it’s a big step, Derek knows, and he’s so incandescently happy. Them, together, starting a new chapter of their lives together. Derek likes the way their socks look together in the drawers, the way Stiles’ deputy uniform looks next to his teaching clothes in the closet. The cheerful colorful mugs that were Stiles are now Derek-and-Stiles.
They’d forgone Stiles moving into Derek’s loft (too big) or Derek into Stiles’ apartment (too small) and instead found a new place all their own.
That night, Derek’s heart is content as he drifts off to sleep, Stiles tucked under his arm.
Calum / 26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
You examined the shimmering rock wrapped wrapped in white gold - the light refracting and bouncing off to give the illusion of a rainbow - and found yourself smiling insipidly as you twisted the ring on your finger. The moment sure as hell wasn’t one from a romantic comedy or straight out of fairytale. It wasn’t a moment where you found yourself braced in a public setting with all eyes on you. It also wasn’t in a close, intimate place that was special to either of you. In fact, your now-fiancé dropped to one knee in the kitchen of yours and your roommate Calum’s apartment with a few pairs of eyes remaining trained on you in anticipation for your answer. It was a quiet yes that came out more like a question than a definite answer. And now, you were left alone with your thoughts and a solemn Calum, your fiancé and his friends making a trip for booze to celebrate.
You stifled a sigh, glancing at your roommate; his fingers toyed with the sleeve of his leather jacket. The very second your fiancé dropped to one knee Calum hadn’t uttered a single word, so much as meeting your gaze. After a couple of years spent living together and over a decade of being the closest of friends, you’d become accustomed to the difference in his silences. Sometimes there was comfort and solace. Sometimes there was anger or disappointment. But you weren’t sure this time. Silence sometimes speaks volumes to the point where this was practically deafening.
Part of you wished he would say something. Anything.
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
And there it was. Ask and you shall receive. Your mouth hung agape as your scrambled thoughts scratched and clawed to find the right words to say, but you only came up empty. All you could manage was a meek, “What?”
“You really think that fucking asshole would go out of his way to get an actual diamond,” Calum scoffed. “Hell, weren’t you two just arguing the other day when he conveniently forgot to bring his wallet. Again. God, (Y/N), when are you going to wake up and realize he only sees you as arm candy?”
His once soft, fawn-like Bambi eyes now seemed to bore into you. You felt an unnerving chill snake along your spine but resisted the urge to shudder. You wanted to argue, defend yours and your fiancé’s relationship, even if it left your throat practically raw from screaming out of…rage? But you couldn’t seem to find the words, or emotions to even back up what you may or may not be feeling.
A quiet “I’m sorry” was all you could muster — which fluttered from your lips with what felt like a choked breath — though you weren’t entirely sure why you apologized. For agreeing to — what could be — a lifetime of potential misery that inevitably end in heartbreak? For doing something that obviously left him hurt? Or angry? Why the fuck couldn’t you feel anything? Happiness? Utter rage? Disappointment? Something?
“(Y/N),” Calum said in a low voice, “you deserve more than cheap cubic zirconium, and you know it.”
And with that, he stalked away to his bedroom and made sure to slam his door in the process. Out of anger or out of spite, you still weren’t sure of his feelings or the reasons behind them. You were sure, however, that you weren’t happy. Not happy with your engagement, not happy with Calum’s reaction, and not happy with yourself. After nearly gnawing off your bottom lip, you heaved a sigh; twisting the band off your finger, you set the ring on the countertop and gave it a small twirl with the tip of your index finger before massaging your engagement band’s intended home on your left hand.
Not exactly my best, but words are definitely jumbled in my mind now. But…first week of summer break. Hope everything is swell with all of you. And like I said before, I’m sorry for being a bit rusty at this, but all criticism is appreciated. Love you all. xx
Your steps filled the quiet hallways, save for the beeping of various machines. The silence was tense; a heavy weight settling on your shoulders. The elevator was even worse, the closer the two of you were, the more you noticed it. Bucky didn’t look at you the entirety of the ride, nor did he mutter a word as he stepped out.
No McDanno for some more episodes. Scott wasn’t there filming episode 8.07, and he will also be away for at least 8.08 and the major part of 8.09. That makes just 4 episodes (8.01 - 8.03 + 8.06) in total for our beloved couple.
We know that Scott has injured his left elbow which is also woven into the H50′s s8 plot. We’ve seen the pics of him wearing the brace on the set. So it looks like the first half of s8 has not many broments left for McDanno fans. Let’s hope the second half will reunite Steve and Danny in some great episodes, though my hopes aren’t high.
It looks like s8 is the season of Kamekona and Jerry and the newbies and all the other charas that were promoted to series regulars all of a sudden.
Nevertheless, we hoped that PL and the writers would now focus on the special bond between McDanno, as PL was never getting tired of pointing out that McDanno is the heart and soul of H50. And s7 was very promising as well, as we had some episodes that reminded us of the flow of the first 3 seasons.
Season 8 feels kind of disrupted with the main focus on characters who aren’t exactly fan favorites. Sure, the newbies have to be introduced and all. But we doubt they can carry the load or make up for the missing interaction between Steve and Danny. So far PL can’t live up to his promise of more McDanno scenes …
“Do You Even Speak Nerd?” (Day 3 #Danvers Sisters Week)
It’s not like
they set out to have a secret language; yes,
technically Alex had learned Kryptonian for that very reason. This was
It wasn’t like no
one else could understand what they
were saying, it was more like they were speaking in code.
mixture of secrets one only shares with their sibling and inside jokes
sprinkled with a serious dose of ‘don’t tell mom’.
“Lexie, do you
remember that one time in the barn…?!” Kara would begin, face red with
laughter long before she had shared any pertinent details.
“Oh my god! How
could I forget?” Alex replied, equally amused much to the dismay of everyone
else sitting around Kara’s living room for game night. “If mom ever found
out…she’d still kill us today!”
dissolved into helpless giggles, completely oblivious to the fact that no one
else had even the slightest idea what
they were talking about.
Because he could read minds; actually only Alex’s mind in this instance and the
narrative he picked on was slanted at best, predictably one-sided.
No matter what
shenanigans the Danvers had gotten up to as kids, Alex always found a way to
justify the destruction and Kara dutifully backed her sibling up because she’d
never had a sister before.
she had known and loved was lost in one spectacular, cosmic explosion and what
she had built with Alex was more than her orphaned, teenage self had dared hope
Because Alex was
a nerd of the highest order and the majority of their childhood adventures
revolved around Alex trying to figure out exactly how alien her new sister really was.
And Kara was just
as eager to know more about her strange new abilities.
After all, on
Krypton she was a regular teen, fragile and non-descript as Alex was now. There
hadn’t been anything particularly special about her and had things not gone so
inexplicably wrong, she would have lived a typical life.
Now she had
abilities that most of the planet could only dream of. She could do things that she herself had never imagined
so if her new sister, along with a healthy dose of scientific experimentation
could help her make sense of all this, so be it.
So there was the
fire in the barn, to see if Kara could feel heat or at what point she might
begin to burn. She couldn’t and she didn’t burn but the new clothes Eliza had
just bought her lit up spectacularly!
As did the back
wall of the barn. Ooops!
Then the duo had
wondered, if Kara was impervious to manmade heat, what about her heat vision? More burnt walls and a small-ish forest fire in the creek behind
experiment involved dry ice from the school lab because if Kara couldn’t feel
heat, was she equally impervious to the cold? Only one way to find out!
Eliza had been
understandably perturbed when she’d taken Alex to the doctor for a cold burn on
her hand in the middle of July in California. The eldest Danvers had claimed it
happened during an experiment at school, not
from sticking her sisters hand in a tub of dry ice. Neither girl thought
their mother was fooled but Eliza let that one slide.
The test of
Kara’s strength, basically Alex tying dozens of pillows around herself while
Kara squeezed as tightly as she dared, resulted in the future agents first set of cracked ribs but definitely
not her last.
Again and again,
the siblings need for scientific discovery resulted in holes in the drywall,
noise complaints from the neighbors, countless trips to the emergency room for
Alex and after one particularly disastrous mini-explosion, trying to explain
how a Kara shaped hole ended up in their screen door and the oven in the front
After that, Eliza
stopped them every time she had suspected they were discussing a new
experiment, a new way to test Kara’s abilities, so the girls began speaking in
shorthand, a habit they carried well into adulthood.
A surly, vaguely
disgusting alien who had decided to tear up a good portion of downtown National
City effectively ended game night. Supergirl had been the first on the scene
yet hadn’t been able to contain the beast. When Alex rolled up in the DEO
tactical van, Maggie in tow because the detective was practically DEO at this
point, she knew she had to help her sibling.
yelped as Kara slid to a stop a few feet away from her, the blonde gingerly
popping her jaw from the blow the other alien had landed there. She quickly
pulled her sister to her feet.
“I don’t know
what else to do Alex! I’ve hit him with everything I’ve got already, he’s too
strong!” Kara all but whined, not used to being unable to best her adversaries.
strong…” Alex repeated, lost in thought for a moment. “Of course! Kara, what
was the very first thing I taught you in the green room?”
widened in understanding. “You think it could work?”
“Worth a try.
What else have we got?”
“But the civilians…”
“On it! Maggie,”
the agent whirled on her confused girlfriend. “Clear this area. Get as many civilians
to safety as you can.”
“What are you
gonna do?” Maggie asked as she relayed the orders to the agents nearby.
not gonna like…” Alex muttered before charging towards the rampaging alien!
cried in panic.
“It’s okay!” Kara
assured her as she took the air. “We got this!”
unconvinced but she resolved to trust the sisters, still having no idea what
the actual plan was beyond Alex doing something incredibly dangerous and Kara
backing her up.
“Damn, this guy
is fast!” Alex muttered to herself as she continued to zig-and-zag through the
carnage littering the city’s streets.
would turn and fire on the creature just to ensure he continued to follow. Not
only was he following but he was quickly closing the gap!
“I’m right above
you!” Came the equally concerned reply. “Take your next left and get ready to
“Got it!” She
turned the corner, nearly colliding with a wall when she realized she was
barreling down an alley with no outlet! “Kara!”
“Drop now!” was the only response and the agent
hastened to comply, skidding to a stop, arms covering her head as she braced
registered her sister appearing at the end of the alley, legs set apart,
bracing for the incoming alien. The agent quickly rolled to the side, pressing
herself tightly against the wall as the alien found itself barreling straight
into Kara’s outstretched fist! The resulting impact sent a sonic boom that
could be felt four blocks away as the alien sailed through the air before
landing in a heap on the next block, motionless.
cheered as she pulled Alex to her feet.
“Nice work, sis!”
Alex beamed, holding her hand up for an obligatory high-five. Kara slapped the
agent’s hand with a little too much force, not realizing her mistake until her
sister winced. “Hey! Watch it with the super-strength, will ya?”
replied sheepishly. “Guess I’m still a little pumped!”
women looked up to find Maggie and J’onn rounding the corner with concerned
expressions. “You guys okay?”
“Yeah, babe, I’m
fine.” Alex replied with a rueful smile, still flexing her sore hand. “The
J’onn replied, trying not to smile because their “plan” had been reckless and
totally not a plan at all. “How did you come up with that on such short
“That was easy!”
Kara grinned. “When Alex first started kicking my butt in the green room, she
told me ‘always use your opponents strength against them.’”
“So all we needed
to do,” Alex piped up, “was draw him away from the public so Kara could give
him a taste of his own medicine!”
“You got all of that from like two sentences?”
siblings agreed as they tugged the detective along towards the tactical van,
their only thoughts of pizza, ice cream and pot stickers while J’onn trailed
behind them shaking his head.
“Nerds.” He heard
Maggie mutter under her breath and his smile widened ever further.
Hanzo is always taking on roles where he’s the stoic big bad antagonist. His fine jaw and beautiful cheek bones could murder anyone. He’s a skilled actor and takes his job seriously.
Because of this people assume he’s cold and upfront with everyone. So the first day on set McCree braced himself to be working with a stuck up prick as the stunt director. To his surprised he mets Hanzo early morning hunched over a scripted in a D. VA brand hoody muttering lines nervously not having noticed McCree.
Needing the mats Hanzo is sitting on McCree greets him only to startle him into dropping the script. Embarrassed Hanzo apologizes repeatedly for intruding and using the stunt storage area to read.
Perplexed McCree offers him the place to go over the script and work on anything else he needs so long as he doesn’t get in the way. Later that day on set he sees just how Hanzo preforms and is stunned to see just how much of an air of confidence and cruel demeanor the man has compared to their first encounter. McCree brushes it off as early gitters and keeps bracing himself to deal with Hanzo sooner or later.
Being an actor is easy for Hanzo. Growing up being whoever they want him to be. Pushing himself into the mold of the character is not easy but he does it without flaw. Growing up in a family that expected a perfect son and nothing short of it he put on personas beautifully. being forced to be something he didn’t want to be and not question it gave him years of experience. Being himself on the other hand was very hard.
As a model he had to wear constricting clothing nothing like the lose sweats he likes to cozy up with. The soft hoody he wears when reading scripts as a good luck charm to not forget his lines given as a gag gift by his brother but treasured by Hanzo. He’s not sure what kind of person McCree would like him to be. Hanzo definitely wants his attention but everytime he approaches McCree he’s always so standoffish only giving him an air of professionalism. Not sure how to grab McCree’s attention Hanzo tries pouring out a facade gauging to see how he’d react.
McCree slowly grows annoyed with Hanzo. feeling confused everytime the man comes by him to chat about scenes he feels like he’s talking to a different person each time. McCree notices how differently he speaks to just him. The rest of the crew tells him Hanzo was quiet yes but polite. No one had seen him speak in the ways McCree describes. It throws him through a loop until one-day he has enough and snaps at Hanzo to stop using him to practice different personas off stage he’s not his acting coach.
Startled Hanzo panics and stutters to explain that’s not what he was trying to do. Not really giving a straight answer McCree just brushes him off having to go deal with things that need his attention. With a heavy heart Hanzo calls his brother asking for advice. Genji and him have a good relationship often a teasing each other but supportive of what thier respective interests. So when Genji hears about Hanzo’s way of getting the stunt man’s attention he scowls his brother for thinking he should change who he is for someone and recommends he just be himself. Knowing this his going to be hard Genji tells him to take up the offer to just be around him and not force conversation. Hanzo tries the next day early morning on the mats of the stunt area in his favorite hoody in hopes of finding McCree and explain himself better. He had written a small letter and had been rereading it that morning hoping to not trip up or ruin what Lil friendship he had with McCree. Once again McCree startles Hanzo dropping his letter and struggling to confess.
Sighing McCree relents and accepts Hanzo having him to practice his acting. When he picks up the letter Hanzos heart drops.
Inspecting the paper McCree hmms and tells him if he’s trying to branch out from action into romance movies it’ll be hard considering hes notorious for being a villain. Handing him his letter McCree makes to leave to only have Hanzo reach out and stop him and present him the letter only managing to squeak out saying its not from a script it’s for him.
Stunned McCree reads it over thoroughly this time. He reads Hanzos explanation and why he was so weird and asking for a date if he’d like that. Once finished he looks over at Hanzo who’s fidgeting waiting for McCree to give him an answer. His flight instinct is growing stronger and finally relents to it n flees when McCree just stares back stunned.
Feeling like an idiot hanzo avoids McCree for the day. Its not till McCree knocks on the man’s trailer that Hanzo sees him again. Cornered hanzo puts on his best stoic persona while his heart beats a mile a minute. McCree finally speaks and gives him a yes to the date and he’d definitely like to get to know him more the real him and not those personas he had played.
Septiplier - [Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and its characters.
Summary: Jack uses a little game to decide in an argument with Mark, and Jack loves the game too much to stop. [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! Okay so i took a small idea and just kinda went off topic. It starts as Don’t move then just derails into general tickling. Still cute tho. Anyways enjoy!!! Also I did this cause i was craving some ear tickles and Mark’s got ticklish ears. Makes for the cutest damn tickling scenes ever.