Selina quietly observed him from behind the
window as he sat on the couch opposite the fireplace, his lanky frame somewhat
tense, shoulders sagged and head low. It had been a couple of days since Jerome
wrecked havoc on Gotham and tried to murder Bruce, and Selina couldn’t remember
a time when she had felt more terrified for him. The moment she’d learned about
what had happened, she’d gone straight to Wayne manor, not even caring that she
was supposed to be mad at Bruce—she just wanted, needed to make sure he was okay.
A/N: This is pretty angsty. Reader is moving from Derry, Penny is sad and… well, pretty pissed lol. No warnings, except for maybe controlling/possessive behaviour. Oh, and it’s a gender neutral one!
Don’t like don’t read. Normies v clownfuckers is not a war I want to participate in xx
You seal your very last box, and let out a breath. It had
taken you this long to pack, close any loose ends, and say goodbye to everyone
and everything in Derry. It was always bound to be hard bidding a childhood
home farewell– Derry had seen you through a lot, and you had really come into
who you are within the walls of the first house you had ever bought here by
yourself. You thought at that point you would settle down here, find a partner, and be happy.
That was a
clusterfuck of an idea, you can’t help but smirk. Of course, it wasn’t a
complete clusterfuck; growing out of that dream helped you realize that you
needed to move to a larger city to pursue your real dream, a dream bigger than
what Derry had to offer. But growing up wasn’t the only thing that made you
realize a normal life was anything but for you.
As if on cue, you hear a faint jingling behind you, and the
room begins to smell like a circus. A wistfulness fills you, and you bite your
lip. You don’t want to turn around.
“You’re not leaving.”
You suck in another breath, and clench your jaw. You knew
this was coming, you just… weren’t prepared for it now. You didn’t think you
ever would be.
You turn slowly, and see the clown standing there in the
corner of your living room, eyes wide, hurt, and baby blue. You wince, and turn
fully. “Penny, I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid–”
Suddenly, he rushes forward, pinning you to the wall.
“You are not leaving,” he repeats, eyes now glowing that amber yellow.
“I have to,” you gasp out, tugging at the inhumanly
strong fingers around your neck, “Penny, I have to, I can’t… I can’t
stay in Derry forever… ahh, fuck–”
He finally lets you go with a growl, and you drop, rubbing your neck.
“Ow.” You look back up at him, and he looks like he’s torn between
absolutely letting loose then ripping you limb from limb or crying in your
arms. “Don’t look at me like that.”
His eyes fade back to baby blue and drift away from each
other, as they do whenever he’s trying to appear innocent. “L-like
what?” He swallows, blinking a couple of times.
“Don’t–” you huff, rolling your eyes, “Don’t
try to be cute, like a puppy.”
“I am not a puppy, (y/n). That would imply you’re my
owner. You don’t own me– I own you.” You get chills at his words and the
tone he says them in, but the slight drop in register of his voice there never
did give you bad chills, per say. You shift slightly under the gaze that he has
on you, even though his eyes are barely focused on you at all. You can just
sometimes… feel his entity staring
“Pennywise, I would stay if I could,” you tell him
softly, then reconsider this. “Well… I mean, that’s not true, nobody’s
forcing me out of town, but I have to go to pursue my dream. You get that,
don’t you?” He continues to give you the eyes, shaking his head no, and
you throw up your arms. “Well, then you’re just being stubborn.”
He walks up to you, this time holding you against the wall
with his body. Usually in this position, you end up wrapping your legs around
his costume and going at it relentlessly until he tires or gets bored with the
sensations (which is, like, never), but right now, neither of you are really in
“I thought you said you’d never forget you’re
mine,” he hisses, adorable buck teeth transforming into razor sharp points.
“At least that’s what you told me when I was fucking you so hard you couldn’t breathe. You. Are. Mine.” You hold your breath as he drags the sharp
incisors across your neck, more forming along his mouth, until you grimace,
letting out a little cry as he marks you. His tongue darts out to sweep along
your jugular vein, a giggle forming low in his throat as he tastes your essence
and revels in it. He could very well kill you right now… but you know he
“Listen,” you say, sighing and fisting a hand in
his orange hair, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, little one,” he says
bluntly, and you scoff, tugging at his hair in frustration.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a sewer clown that eats
children, okay? I actually have to have a life. I can’t stay in this stupid
little town full of stupid little people all my life!”
He spends a long time looking at you with that
split-between-murderous-psychopath-and-huggy-bunny look, until he nods
decidedly, half to himself. “I’ll come with you. Pennywise will come with
“No,” you immediately shake your head, “No,
I’m moving to New York. You don’t even wanna know what’s in those sewers–
hint, not child meat. Well, actually, there very well could be some down there, nobody knows, but it would probably be old and gross and–” You shake your head at what you’re saying, and just reach
out to touch his white face. “I can’t let you come with me, Penny. You
have to stay here and eat. You won’t find what you need where I’m going… and
you can’t die just because you wanna follow me.”
“But without you, I wouldn’t–” he stops, obviously
conflicted, but he doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he was going to
“I’ll always be yours,” you assure him, untucking
the tiny bell from his costume that you kept around your neck at all times and
showing him. He seems pleased by this, judging by the drool and little smile he
gives, but he still seems destroyed, so you go on. “You’re tired. I can
tell. You walk slower, you’re not as enthusiastic when you touch me anymore.
You need your Long Rest, Penny– then you’d be the one leaving me, even if I
“I don’t need t–”
“Yes you do.”
“….If you stay here, I’ll give you a balloon,” he
tries, obviously racking that alien brain of his for every human tactic he
could possibly implement to keep you from going away. “I’ll give you ten
balloons! I’ll give you aaaaall the balloons in the world!” He attempts to
give his clown-esque grin and laugh with a shake, but this time it comes out
wrong and sloppy.
“If you leave, I’ll kill you,” he states simply,
smile dropping and hands twitching in preparation to grow the claws that had
left so many scars on your back over the years. Anyone else who would have
heard him say that just now would be terrified, but again, you knew your eldritch
companion well enough.
“Have some popcorn for me, will you?” you murmur
softly, kissing him one last time before trudging past him. You hear the bells,
and he’s gone.
This exact moment in The Sign Of Three is a WOW moment for me. One of those times when acting gives me shivers (happens quite some times watching Sherlock). Let’s play murder : a psychopath look in the eyes of a sociopath. Benedict says he can’t achieve perfection. Wrong. He can.
This is like a dream sequence or someone’s
Definitely has to be Mona’s imagination.
Ha the girls don’t seem the least bit enthused
with him “Hey Lucas”
“Remember when we used to look up murder
weapons, indistinctive traits of psychopaths exhibiting signs of hyper-reality
disorder” IM YELLING
JENNA! BITCH YOU IS BLIND WHY ARE YOU RIDING A
I low-key love all of the truth tea they’re
spilling, even though it’s not real
HA I KNEW IT WAS MONA’S CRAZY ASS
So Mona gets to know who A.D. is first?
OMG THEY ALL DID THE SHHHH
Aw Ezria y’all are cute.
YASSS ARIA OWN THAT UGLY CRY
OMG EMISON TWINS FUCK THEY’RE SO CUTE
Lily and Grace are such sweet names
DOMESTIC EMISON!!! HEY NOW HEY NOW THIS IS WHAT
DREAMS ARE MADE OF
MAMA PAM YES
Melissa and Spencer getting along? Ehhhh idk
OW MY SPOBY HEART
Oh my god she re-bought his truck? I love Spencer
Hey that’s Marlene’s son!
ADDISON YOU BITCH STFU
Alison would END YOU
Who bullies someone just because they’re deaf?
And there’s Jenna tapping along…
OH YES END HER JENNA
Lolololol she became a life skills teacher I love
Haleb is still cute even when they’re fighting
MONA’S BACK YES
Of course she would be obsessed with game shows
Spencer’s love for interior design making an
appearance, I love it!
SPALISON IS SO CUTE
Aria’s dress here is really cute!
"Wait for it”
Lol but I could so see them all going on a group
honeymoon to Paris together
Oh shit where’s Mona?
"That’s exactly why we eloped.” Only in
This scene was all Ian haha
They’re such a cute family OWW MY HEART
Ella could take down Diane in a SECOND
Love me some Spanna!
EMISON IS ABOUT TO GET THEIR SEXY ON
LOL everyone casually sneaks off to go have sex
and then there’s just Spencer and Toby
THEY’RE PLAYING SCRABBLE FUCKKKKK
Damn Ezria get it. Nice throwback to 5x05 with
Aria pulling the sheets over her!
JESUS EMISON LET ME BREATHE
Emily has that sex hair right now!
“I’m trying to get pregnant” “You’re scaring
my ovaries” Oh Hanna.
MELISSA STOP BEING CREEPY
OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING. SPOBY PARALLELS TO 1x19
Aria baby what’s wrong?
OF COURSE IT’S MONA UNDER THERE
So now Mona’s working for A.D.?
Aria I’m so heartbroken for you baby!!! (ALSO IS
THAT THE SONG FROM THAT SUPER SAD SCENE IN SEASON ONE AHHH THE FEELS)
LOL Mona you sly bitch
Uhhh Spencer what are you doing?
ARIA APOLOGIZING FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE KIDS
HOPE BREEDS ETERNAL MISERY OMG
Oh Hanna baby what is you doing?
Byron you big softie!
Poor Ella, but THE WINE MOMS ARE BACK YASSSS
OH MY GOD THEY’RE DISCUSSING HOW THEY GOT OUT OF
THE BASEMENT LOLOLOL
Toby and Emily are such an underrated friendship
WOAH WAIT that girl is Maya’s niece? HOW SWEET
Spoby I miss you so much
Ah looks like the Wine Moms had a fun night
Ezria stop fighting right this second YOU’RE
THIS EMISON PROPOSAL GOT ME CRYING AGAIN
“You wanna make a baby?” OMG STOP THEY’RE SO CUTE
SHIRTLESS TOBY MAKING A COMEBACK
FUCK ME UP this is so hot!!!!
UH SPENCER, weren’t you just with Toby doing the
Oooh that’s the song that played when Spencer was
sitting outside of Toby’s apartment crying her eyes out back in season 3!
MONA OMG. I do love the parallel to 2x25 though
with that slap
FUCK FUCK FUCK I KNEW IT!!!! TWINCER IS REAL
Emison is 500% done with Mary’s shit lol
Ohhhh this is how Wren is connected to this shit
Of course he ordered a vodka soda
“It’s a lot to process, would you like a
sedative?” YES PLEASE
Spencer wants to fuck this bitch up so badly lololol
Oh jesus she’s going to become Spencer? What a
I KNEW THAT SCENE WITH HANNA AND THE ONE WITH
EZRA AT THE AIRPORT WAS OFF. I didn’t catch the one where she was looking
through the family album though and GOD DAMN IT THAT WAS HER KISSING TOBY IN
6x20 AND HAVING SEX WITH TOBY IN 7x18
Like Mother Like Daughter BROOOO
Damn Alex is just batshit crazy and I’m kinda
I do feel bad for her though.
Woah hold up this bitch had Wren shoot her so
she’d look EXACTLY LIKE SPENCER, like down to the scars she has. Damn she’s committed, I’ll give her that.
SHIT SHE REALLY IS INSANE SHE TURNED WREN INTO A
Awwww Aria looks so beautiful! GIRL I’M CRYING
I’m gonna just pretend like that’s all of
our girls taking that selfie
HOLY SHIT WREN IS THE BABY DADDY
NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR LUNCH MARY
That’s actually so sad about what Alex’s parents
did to her. I get why she’s so angry, she’s had a miserable life.
Mary really does love Spencer
OH GOOD SHE REMEMBERS THAT SPENCER CAN PICK LOCKS
Aria baby noooo don’t cry
I figured that Alex had Ezra…
Do-it-yourself dungeon I’M YELLING
Lol the look on Spencer’s face says “Bitch stop
Ezra must feel like a dumb dumb now
Oh so Alex shot Spencer, intending to kill her
and take over her life but Mary saved her. Alright.
Alright that’s kinda cute how Alex and Charlotte
Alex, Wren, Charlotte, and Archer were a SQUAD
Uh Charlotte, the only really terrible one is
No wonder Alex was so pissed when Charlotte was
murdered, she was the only real family she had ever known.
UGH I’m just gonna pretend this is Team Sparia
Uh-Oh the horse knows it’s not really Spencer
Of course Jenna could SMELL that Spencer wasn’t
Alright so these dummies have been trying to
figure out who A is after all these years and they just immediately get it
right now? That was so easy and ironic thing is that they didn’t have Spencer
to help them figure it out.
Mary ships Spoby and I’m living for it
Damn Alex, psychotic much?
I always figured it was A.D. who bought Toby’s
Alex with that hatchet is giving me “The Shining”
HOLY SHIT IT’S THE DOLLHOUSE 2.0
EZRA YOU GOOD THERE HOMEBOY?!
Oh my god Alex copying Spencer like that gives me
God dammit WHICH ONE IS SPENCER?
AWW TOBY YASSS BABY YOU REMEMBER HER FAVORITE
OH MY GOD THIS WEDDING IS SO CUTE I CAN’T BREATHE
Look at the babies!
MARLENE KING OMG she did the Shhh and
My babies happy… I LOVE THIS SONG
Aww Hanna’s pregnant!!!
STOP THIS LAST OT5 SCENE IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW
Ok Mona having a doll shop in France is literally
the cutest thing ever
She totally should’ve ended up with Mike though
BROOO Mona literally won the game I’m so proud of my
YOOOO THIS IS SOME SHIT OUT OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
HAVEN’T YOUNG GIRLS IN ROSEWOOD LEARNED NOT TO HAVE SLEEPOVERS ON STORMY NIGHTS?
I know what you are thinking, “DISCO? Is this about you and your friend sharing snacks and stuff” WELP NOPE! It’s about the problem I’m been having since last year October and till this day.. So, there is s girl sitting beside me and builled my BFF (@melodyymarieee) just for snack.. I would always see my BFF being builled by this “Thing..”, I didn’t want to see her depressed and have an empty stomach.. And I couldn’t stand up for her.. That I felt being an awful, horrible best friend. That then I became a target to “my classmate” that she would always take our lunch bag to search for the snacks she wants and left the disgusting snack for my BFF and moi.. My classmate would rather.. Take it and eat it or give the snacks to the “troublemaker” in my class.. I support and cheer up my BFF.. But nothing worked.. My classmate would always treat us like slaves so like whenever she needs tissue.. She acts like A whiny bitch.. And tell one of us to get it.. (LIKE BITCH GET IT YOURSELF!) and then when we refuse, she’s goes 0 to 100% triggered! Like woah! CALM THE HELL DOWN! She would abuse, threaten, being rude to us whenever we don’t give it to her.. This even happens in lunch as well! I always have an empty stomach cuz of it.. I try to make it stop.. But no matter what,I MEAN NO MATTER WHAT! She will do this every day.. She would even use my BFF’s phone to do random shit than working in her work! The thing is, that I didn’t like her since the first day of school, I could tell that she’s the devil in the inside.. She forces us to do her work, give her our snack/lunch and threatened us.. I think to my mind like I wanna give up, I’m not god enough, can’t stand up for my own BFF.. ;-; . My other BFF in the school when we go home, she would see me cry and suffering from every day.. Monday-Friday.. And she tried to cheer me up, my brothers tells everything to the parents but they didn’t believe him.. Everything turned horrible for me.. I told my other friends at school about this and defend me from “her” and keeps giving me a look like a psychopath who wants to murder me of some sort… The reason I share snacks is.. If they have no snack or lunch.. But this girl does it to make my BFF and my stomach empty like we’re homeless and need food.. I bet it will never stop and NEVER WILL.. Every time I need help from my BFF “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”, talking about life “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Random things if we are bored “SHUT THE FUCK UP”. This will end till the last day, but the only reason I can stop getting my snacks is to hide them.. But it didn’t work… My BFF and me ARE TRYING our whole best! To make “her” stop talking our snacks/lunch/things away from us.. That she forced me to my other BFFs to stop being friends with them just because “I give snacks for them for A REASON!” I can’t take it anymore, it will never stop and never will, till the school ends.. I need LOTS AND LOTS of support, I want my BFF and me to be happy and fine than been treating like slaves.. So yeah.. Thanks to @derpyaugirl and @cutedrawerkathy for helping me by giving advice but it need more advice so please.. Help me and @melodyymarieee get “this thing” to stop!!
I know, my Tumblr friends are online.. But at least they have my back and cheer and support me at Tumblr! :3 lols
(A/N) This was formerly titled Night Life, but I started fleshing out the plot (and ending!) and decided that this was more representative of the direction I wanted to go with this story. I can say that the story is going to be much more focused on The Count and the Volturi in the future, but I felt it was best to establish Y/n as a character and give the story some context before I go into any further detail with The Count. Just know that is coming soon! Probably in the next chapter.
*The new & impoved version, Roses and Revolutionaries: Revamped, is here as promised.
It was not until daybreak when the sun peaked out from the horizon that Alec realized it would be best to move the girl’s limp body. Soon the residents of the neighborhood would make their way out of their homes and discover an unfamiliar boy with red eyes and sparkling skin and an unconscious girl covered in blood, a spectacle Alec decided he could live without.
WHAT WOULD SPOCK’S HAIRCUT BE IF HE WERE HUMAN AND IN THE 21st CENTURY?
A very important and pertinent and Fascinating issue raised by @psicygni, doubtlessly worthy of careful consideration, which is why I am formally switching my dissertation topic as I write this.
The reason he has the dorky bowl cut, which really has grown on me through the years and I’m not complaining, is not necessarily that he likes the way it looks on him, but mainly that it’s pretty much the default haircut for Vulcans, no? (Although, and the shortest my hair has ever been is chin length so I might be totally wrong, it also looks like it would be awfully high-maintenance, so not very logical at all?) Anywho, my guess would be that if he lived in modern day SF he would have an equally common haircut, so not the 🍜 with pointy sideburns cause he’d have to go out of his way to get into that, right? Still, he’s Spocky, so it would be something practical because yes, he always looks Awesome, but in an Effortless Way. So nothing like this,
or like this, *sighs heavily*
or, as much is pains me, because holy f#%&@ng shit, like this
cause it would be just too much time in front of the mirror in the morning and then checking that the whole thing is still up there and looking okay during the day and too much product that he would need to remember to pick up at the store and also this is not a haircut you can just let go, right? You have to trim it every couple of weeks and stuff or it’ll get too long, not very Logical or Efficient.
Something like this would be super easy to handle
but somehow it just doesn’t scream Spock!!!!!! to me, plus I think it wouldn’t look that good if he were clean shaven and Spock would probably shave religiously even on weekends (although he’d get a Delicious, Edible five o’clock shadow by 3PM or something and he would look totally GQ and omg okay back on track).
So maybe something like this, minus the murderous psychopath look and the corpse in the background?
which in the end would be the same thing as this when it’s a little longer (although I guess a little darker) and yeah I can’t complain really,
like, there is definitely some product but it’s very minimal and it seems like this is the hairstyle of about 7 out of 10 of the guys I talk to, who are mostly in their mid twenties to early thirties, so it feels like Spocko would probably gravitate towards something like this?
Also, may I just mention how very impressed I am that ZQ can rock about sixty different haircuts while I spend my life in a ponytail?
Request: Can you do a preference where you are Stiles’ older sister and you are just home from college and you need to pick him up from a pack meeting and you meet Derek and he’s kind of a jerk at first, but then you find out later from Stiles and Scott that he has feelings for you? Then he loses control a little while after you started dating and figures out that you are his anchor? Sorry it’s so long! Thanks! 😊
AN: r u ready kids
Coming home from college for a while wasn’t so much your choice but the feeling of moral obligation ever since you found out about the bills your dad was paying for Stiles’s Eichen House and hospital bills along with his own plus your college payments. You knew it was too much- especially with the minimum wage he was getting and no sick leave. So you knew taking a break wouldn’t hurt, getting a job and trying to help you dad out (despite his objections).
Being Stiles’s older sister was becoming difficult though since his jeep was in for repairs and so now he was demanding you pick him up every five seconds. You were tired and you didn’t really want to get too involved with his life, knowing about the wolves and whatever was going on there. You didn’t know all the details but you still have the vaguest memory of sitting in your car waiting for Stiles and seeing Scott flying out of his bedroom window with yellow glowing eyes and Stiles running after him holding a dog bowl with his name on it.
Plot : Joker and Harley are going on a reunion with the Suicide Squad and the reader followed them even though J said no .
Warning : swearing, guns
Pairing : ( Jared Leto ) Joker x Reader x Harley
“Dad please please please please please please please please please PLEASE can I come with you!?”
“For the last god damn time (Y/n) the answer is NO !”
This was going for at least an hour. You argued with your father , The Joker, about going with him and your mother, Harley Quinn, one a special mission that involves the Suicide Squad. Your mother told you all about her old team and you wanted to meet them . And maybe even play with them .
Harley was perfectly fine with you coming along while J refused to let you go with them .
Surprisingly he cared about his daughter a lot and was very protective over her . He was that way ever since your birth . He didn’t even let you have a gun till recently and you were already 17 . To you he was the best father and you looked you to him , even if the intire world saw him as a murderous psychopath.
You loved your family, sure you were not perfect but you were happy.
“Buuuuuuuuut daaaaaaaaaaaad it’s not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir” you whined.
You were trying to annoy him till he agreed, you did this a lot so he pretty much got used to it but right now you were just pushing his limits . He stopped in his tracks and looked at you .
“ (Y/n) I’ve told you no and that’s final ” he said but you will still not give up.
“but mom doesn’t mind so why can’t I go ”
“because your still a kid ! ”
“am not ! I’m 17 ! ”
“I don’t give a flying fuck how old you are ! You are staying here and if you try and follow us you will be in for a bad surprise ” he warned before leaving the room .
You folded your arms on your chest.
So not fair.
You still will follow them though. Smirking you ran to your room to get ready. You were not missing this for the world, even if you’ll get in trouble later . Packing 2 guns , rope , a few grenades and a smoke bomb you were basically ready. All left to do is to follow them .
Before they left though, J made sure you are not going anywhere by ordering two of his henchmen to guard the door to your room . “I’m sorry you can’t come with us pumpkin, you know how your daddy can be ” your mother smiled at you as she sat near you on your bed while you were “upset” .
“Harley! Where the fuck are you its time to go !” J yelled from downstairs “guess that’s my call , now you be a good girl for mommy ok ” she smiled again before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.
Not part of the plan .
You took your backpack and looked out the window, they were already in the car and leaving. You jumped out your window using your rope to get down safely. You ran to your motorcycle and putting on your helmet you drove off after them , a good distance apart.
Soon you saw the car your parents were drive to an abandoned werehouse . You saw other cars too . You parked your motorcycle about 50 feet away and sneaked your way to the second floor of the warehouse. You found a good hiding spot where you could see and hear everything.
“ Hey Harl , Joker, long time no see ” you heard a man with a lot of guns say . “Heya there Floyd! How’s your daughter doing ” Harley asked with a smile on her face . So that was Deadshot. Then you see another guy come along “well lookie who we have here , the crazy girl and her boyfriend ” he said in an Australian accent.
Ok so that was Capitan Boomerang. You then see a huge guy to the side . That’s probably Killer Croc .
So that were all the guy of the squad, who were still alive , your mom told you about El Diablo and how he died .
You really wished you could meet the guy .
You saw that Croc was staring in your direction.
Fuck you forgot , the guy was a fucking crocodile, he could smell you a mile away. “We have company ” he growled as he pointed at you . Within seconds Floyd started shooting at you , your parents not realising it’s you started to shoot as well .
Well guess it’s time to play .
Pulling your hood up you start to run .
You were skilled so not even one bullet hit you . You took your chance and jumped to the first floor, Croc attacked you as soon as your feet hit the ground. You bearly moved out of the way and jumping up you landed on his shoulders and jumped forward knocking Boomerang of his feet before he could attack you . Harley cane up to you swinging her bat at you . You again doged the hit and with one rough hit you knocked the bat out of her hands and knocking her off her feet as well . Floyd was next to attack but as you got closer you took out your gun and shoot Floyd’s gun out of his hands .
You were about to turn around but you felt a knife on your neck .
Fuck you forgot about your father, of course he would wait for the perfect opportunity.
“Now , now doll . Don’t move and you won’t get hurt ” He said no doubt having a smirk on his face. He grabbed your hood pulling it off your head.
“(Y/N) ?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING HERE ?!” he yelled.
You turned around to him .
He was super pissed. “Ummm……. hi dad …. heh …. I’m just ….. um ” you didn’t know how to answer but before you could say anything Harley jumped on you.
“OH MY GOD PUMPKIN YOU WERE AMAZING!!!!” You sighed in relief .
yo so look, i don’t think Toshinori/All Might is gonna die in bnha. and i have a few reasons for thinking this
a lot of this series is geared to make us, the audience, think something is gonna happen based on our expectations of shounen genre anime, but then something else happens.
take for instance how a lot of people were apparently expecting katsuki to have some deep backstory that gives reason to his temper and overall shit personality.
nope. just this.
also, the most recent arc with katsuki’s abduction. we all know how that went, and how katsuki is like the most ass-backwards and hella edgy hero in goddamn anime. without context all of his frames would probably look like he’s a psychopathic murderer about to join the league of villains and wants to blow shit (and people) the fuck up.
“stfu bitch ur cramping my style” katsuki-ver.
that is the face of a devil. he could probably give yoichi hiruma a run for his money
seriously look at that. does that not look like some intense villain-face to you? funny thing is he’s still a good guy, this whole thing is about him affirming the fact that he’s a hero and will never change - and tbh i’m pretty sure katsuki sits firmly in chaotic good. like holy shit this guy is the personification of chaotic good.
taking a break from Examples Via Katsuki, let’s also take a look at how the hero system is viewed. in general, horikoshi kouhei has actually set up a rather realistic take on how modern-society would react to heroes becoming an actual “thing.” vigilantism is firmly looked down on, and vigilantes will be dealt with since there exists the hero system - wherein potentials have to go to school, get an education (that includes normal high school curriculums)
there’s also the fact that the media and populace will act negatively when something goes wrong - like when katsuki was kidnapped. (shit we’re going back to katsuki again)
also also the relationship between izuku and his mom. unlike a lot of anime moms, she doesn’t just kinda fade into the background. she also isn’t a key point for character development in the negative sense - she isn’t the abusive, Evil Bitch Mother. She also isn’t one of the few Good Moms™ that dies for the same reason the Evil Bitch Mothers exist - character development.
instead, she’s a good mother, tries her fucking best, loves her son (they are 3CUTE5ME TOGETHER, FUCKING HELL) and instead of being a constant, silent support for w/e her son does regardless of the consequences
real reaction people. real mother that really loves her real adorable son. she’s seen how badly he gets hurt, and even though she supports his dream and the fact he’s come this far she is so fucking worried for him
… okay back to baku-bro/ho because tbh he is the best example.
so, tragic-backstory baiting (which ended up being completely false), chaotic good hero that ultimately didn’t turn to the “dark side” like most rival characters do, AND -
katsuki’s True Rival™ makes an appearance. tbh i honestly wasn’t expecting this; i figured izuku and katsuki would still be the real rivals but it’s more like these two are the rival/best friend pair, and izuku is just, kinda there. pffhaha. (poor deku son)
SO. ALL OF THIS, ALL OF THIS UNEXPECTED SHIT, TWISTS AND TURNS AND EVERYTHING (there’s more but i don’t feel like scouring the manga to find the screenshots/panels)
AND HERE WE HAVE THIS IN CHAPTER 59:
painful. PAINFUL. BUT ALSO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS. i don’t think i’ve ever seen such a blatant statement of “here’s some foreshadowing of death.” ofc the first thing we’re all gonna think of is that allmight is gonna die. he was gravely injured 5 years ago, he has his “successor” who he’s training, and this really cinches it.
BUT. IT’S ALL MADE SO *OBVIOUS*. WHAT IF, WHAT IF THIS IS ANOTHER WAY HORIKOSHI KOUHEI IS GONNA SURPRISE US? WHAT IF THIS IS A TRICK, WHAT IF
aizawa shouta is horikoshi kouhei’s SI/OC
but yeah, this is my reasoning. @athanatosora also pitched in for half of this shit. maybe we’re reaching but, like, we don’t want all might to die. DONT JUDGE US FOR WANTING OUR FABULOUS SON TO LIVE AND BE A FATHER TO IZUKUUUUUUUUU
Can we take a moment to appreciate domestic Harley and J??? The fact that their room is a mess and it’s probably all Harley’s fault? That their bed isn’t done? That Harley’s bat is in the wall? That J is swinging around her Bat? That in order to waste time while his gf is getting ready J is opting to torture someone? That Harley takes longer than J to get ready? That J is like every other impatient boyfriend who has to wait for their girlfriend who is taking 7382738282 years to get dressed? That Harley has J + H written in lipstick on their mirror? That these two mofos are luxurious as fuck?!!
Jack being in pretty rough shape after an assassination attempt, and Rhys feels compelled to help him as he recovers. Jack just sees Rhys as his sexy nurse.
featuring PA!Rhys this time, and Jack high on painkillers
Rhys was slowly learning that Jack was terrible at recovering.
Stomach wounds were really not a joke, and even someone as rich and as powerful as Jack could be laid low if something tore or got infected, and for all the times Rhys had gotten sick with something as stupid as a cold and Jack had insisted he take days off and let the CEO care for him, the PA would think that his boss would be more understanding about this sort of thing. He’d even been injected with enough pain killers to reduce a lesser man to a drooling idiot, and yet Jack wouldn’t just sit still, he had to subject Rhys to his dazed, drug-induced desires like he didn’t have a gaping, barely healed hole in his gut.
“Baby, baby, come on, jus’ lemme kiss those sweet lips one more time, I proooomise it’ll help.” Rhys groaned, swatting away Jack’s seeking hands, grabbing the man’s wrists and attempting to press them back against the bed.
“Kisses don’t heal bullet wounds, Jack. If they did, you would’ve fully recovered, like, two minutes ago?” Rhys huffed, meeting Jack’s puppy dog look with a stubborn intensity. God damn. A mass-murdering psychopath really shouldn’t be allowed to have those kind of big doe eyes, drugged up or not. Maybe Rhys could be swayed by some of Jack’s techniques, but nope, no way. He wasn’t going to fall for that pleading look and let Jack pop his stitches in some half-assed attempt at drunken seduction. He watched as Jack’s brows knitted together, coherent thought struggling against the haze of the medication.
“Okay…then…Imma….get those nerd losers to develop me some kisses that do heal bullets…then you’ll have no choice, Rhysie…” Jack grinned at the thought, fingers curling idly against Rhys’ touch, the tips brushing against the hands that were pinning him by the wrists. Rhys frowned, pulling back, Jack’s numb fingers following him and softly taking the PA’s hand, pressing into the skin and flexing the joints as if he had never seen another person’s hand before. Jack hummed, nonchalantly pressing the pads of Rhys’ fingers against his cheek.
“C’mon cupcake…what if I’m dying, what if I’m dying and this is the last thing I want…” He rubbed his face against Rhys’ hand like a drugged, horny kitten. “ ‘M burnin’ up, Rhysie, pleaaaaaaase. I’m dying.”
Rhys frowned. He had, actually, been pretty worried that Jack was going to do exactly that. The wound had been deep and had actually bled pretty badly, and he wasn’t certain but it’d seemed like Jack’s heart had stopped for a brief moment before Rhys had been able to seek out his pulse. And here he was, trying to help the man recover after almost losing him, and Jack wouldn’t sit still and just let him and maybe wait once in his life to get in Rhys’ pants.
“You’re sooooooooo soft,” Jack slurred, hands cupping Rhys’ cheeks, studying him with an awed look on his face as his thumbs rubbed the skin under the man’s eyes. “Rhysie….how ya doing that….” Jack’s eyes roved in dazed curves over Rhys’ face, like it was the second most fascinating thing in the world, after the sheer awe of the PA’s hand.
“Soft n’ mine.” Jack sounded like a child with a new toy, and Rhys knew he was being played with but he sighed, defeated, and leaned into Jack’s touch. If Jack wanted to be fucked with a bullet hole in his stomach, then he was still barking up the wrong tree, but Rhys supposed the drunken ministrations and compliments were something he could tolerate for now.
Internet AU I really want to request Markson meeting through a dating site, Mark being shy as usual and Jackson his playful self, they fall in love with each other after that, sorry for my bad english :C