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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

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They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

(𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍) tieddown-withbattleshipchains said:

Hey Dear ❤️ May I ask for a Bucky Barnes imagine where he is your ex-boyfriend but you meet again sometime randomly in New York. So you end up spending the evening together and just talk about everything. Later he walks you home but you ask him to join you, which leads to a night full of love making. In the morning he makes breakfast in bed for you and asks you for a second chance? 😊 Maybe his POV too if you want to :)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: smut 18+; it’s kinda vanilla but like pretty passionate? Slight hair pulling, cockwarming, but like that’s it, tiny bit of angst blink and you’ll miss it, major fluff (the holy trinity)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: thanks for the request bug!! I love this idea :) ps i had tons of requests so i’ll be posting daily for a bit to get them out asap! thanks for y’alls patience :) ______________________________________

“Y/n?”

You turned your head to the voice. Your eyes met the familiar ocean blueone you spent so many hours staring into. Your face held a surprised looked before smiling softly at the handsome man you once were so in love with long ago.

“Buck, is that you?”

He looked so different. His hair was short; he had scruff speckled with gray hairs all over his jaw, his arm wasn’t that familiar silver vibranium you often thought about, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not now especially.

“Yeah. How are you? You look great.”

“Thank you. You too. You’ve changed, a lot. That’s not a bad thing though-”

“I got it,” he laughed.

“Sorry,” you laughed, shaking your head before looking back at him.

“Care for a drink?” you asked him.

You two spent hours laughing and telling stories from the time you two have been apart. It was almost like you two never even broke up. You had to remind yourself that whenever Bucky would lay a hand on your hand in a fit of laughter, or on your thigh. But you couldn’t help it, he was so contagious.

“Well, it’s getting really late I should head home,” you said standing up. You left a big tip for your waiter and tender because it was almost one in the morning and the place was supposed to close at midnight.

“Let me walk you. You far?” he said standing with you.

“Oh you don’t have to.”

“Come on. For old times sake.”

His goddamn gorgeous smile. How could you say no to that?

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.”

You two walked side by sided in the darkness. You felt safe beside him. You felt comfortable, like you always by his side. Soft illumination from the colorful neon signs lit up the street you were walking down.

Your apartment wasn’t far, so you two walked for about 10 minutes. Cars were still busy in the early hours of the New York night and people still walked hurriedly up and down the street. But being beside Buck again after all that time apart, it felt like it was just the two of you.

“Well, this is me,” you said walking up the stairs to your front door.

“Are you gonna be ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he said.

There was a pause between you and you didn’t want him to go just yet.

“Hey, do you wanna come inside? You know, before we part ways again.”

“I’d love that.”

He stepped inside and took in your surroundings. Your apartment looked practically the same from when Bucky was last there. He regrets leaving you the way he did.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have coffee, water, another beer?” you chuckled.

“Beer is fine,” he said sitting on the couch; that damn couch. Memories of you riding him came back and he sighed wishing he could go back to those times again.

“Here you go,” you said holding another for yourself.

“Place hasn’t changed,” he spoke up.

“Yeah, I- you I’m not good with interior design. And shit’s too hard to move around and replace,” you laughed.

There was a long moment of silence between you but it wasn’t a comfortable one; it was awkward and unsettling.

“I uh- I’m sorry. For the way things ended.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I kinda figured out what was really going on. You know the whole blip thing. I’m not mad anymore.”

“I’m still really sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Bucky’s heart ached when you said that.

Bucky had shown up one day years ago and left. He told you didn’t love you anymore but you saw through his bullshit. He told that night he was in trouble which wasn't a lie. Thanos had come and Bucky was taking refuge and fighting in Wakanda with Steve, Nat, and Sam after the Accords. He said that you being with him was going to put you in danger. He didn’t say anything else he just kissed you and left.

His clothes were still in your drawers. His toothbrush stayed untouched. His shampoo used to be in your bathroom but you used if all up when he left depersate to smell his scent since he wasn’t there anymore.

You were livid to say the least. He had given up on you. He didn’t even talk to you; he didn’t try anything to keep you. So you moved on. But you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t think back on those times at least once a day. Bucky did too. Now after chaos decreased, you realize he did what he thought was best and you forgave him.

“I think about you everyday, Y/n.”

You looked at him with eyes but your head was still down; your eyes avoiding his directly though afraid you’d fall again. He had a new arm; black with beautiful specks of gold in every line and crease of the metal, you assume.

“I miss you,” he ever so slightly scooted closer to you, as did you subconsciously.

You couldn’t say anything. You felt frozen.

“I regret how I left. God, I hated myself so much for so long. I still do.”

“Don’t. It was stupid of me to hate you for saving the world.”

“Why are you so perfect?” Bucky leaned in slowly, moving a hair from your face.

“Buck,” you whispered.

“Yes?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“You want me to stop?”

You paused.

“No,” you leaned forward and attached your lips to him.

Bucky’s hand curled into your hair, pulling you flushed against him. Your hands tugged at his shirt doing the same. You two kissed for what felt like hours before you stood abruptly surprisingly Bucky.

You grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom; where you two spent most of your time together memorizing each other’s bodies. Where you’ll get to do so again tonight; even if it’s the last time.

Bucky pressed your back against the door when you both stumbled in. He kissed hungrily like it was last time he’d get to do so. You two were both a little tipsy, not fully sure if either of your actions were genuine or touch-starved.

It didn’t matter in the moment anymore when Bucky’s lips attacked your neck making you moan and pant, each breath pressed your chest to his. His hands went under your shirt cupping your breasts; the stark contrast between his hands bringing memories back.

You kissed again before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding yours just as quickly. You felt frenzied; clouded by lust and need for the man you still love in front of you. He crawled back on the bed after all his clothes had been shed.

You crawled up his body smiling and biting your lip. You felt yourself getting wetter just at the sight of Bucky fisting his cock; he bit his bottom lip as well looking at you with hungry eyes.

You straddled his hips feeling his dick poking the inside of your thigh. You cupped his face, his scruff scratching the palm of your hand. His hands rubbed your hips and cheeks as he closed his eyes, basking in your attention he craved for so long.

You lifted your hips to sink down onto Bucky; you both simultaneously moaned at the feeling you both ache for. It didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, Buck’s size always had some getting use to.

“Sorry, I think I’m ok now,” you whimpered.

“It’s ok, doll. Take your time; I remember how needy you get with my cock, huh, baby?”

“Bucky,” you moaned.

You grinded yourself on his dick, each thrust brushing your clit making you shudder in pleasure. Bucky grabbed your hair and pulled it hard exposing your neck and arching you back. His lips kissed and nibbled on the skin of your neck, you gasped when he kissed a particular part.

“I remember, baby,” he smiled.

“Of course you do,” you breathed out laughing.

“I thought about this everyday since I left. I thought about those pretty sounds you’re making bouncing on my cock. I thought these gorgeous tits pressing up against me. I thought about how good this pussy feels wrapped around me. Baby, you were made for me and if you think I’m gonna let you go again you got it wrong.”

His words brought you to the edge and you climaxed with a loud high pitched moan. Your body practically shook against Bucky’s. Bucky chased his own release flipping you over and rutting his hips into you wildly.

When he did his hips stuttered and his head buried in your neck. He moaned loudly in your ear and you almost came again just from that. His arms collapsed and his body flopped on you.

Blissed out, you softly scratched his back. His breath slowly even out and you figured he’d fallen asleep. You scratched his head as well before closing your eyes and falling asleep as well.

You woke up alone. You were secretly hoping that you’d wake up beside Bucky but no. you wobbled out of bed into the bathroom seeing the mirror fogged up. He took a shower and left, great. So much for last night.

You washed your face in an attempt to put some wake in you and put some clothes on. You walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast but was surprised to find Bucky playing some old tunes on the radio and making you breakfast?

“Awe, man. And I was just about to bring you breakfast in bed, doll,” he smiled, holding a plate of food.

“I thought you left,” you said softly.

“I took a shower and wanted to make you something before we… part ways… again,” he sounded sad towards the end of that sentence; like he didn’t actually want to leave. Honestly, you didn’t want him to either.

“You don’t have leave,” you whispered, Bucky long turned the radio off.

“I don’t want to, truthfully,” Bucky said.

“Then stay.”

“You must love me if you want me to stay after what I did,” he said, walking up to you.

“What if I do?” you asked.

“Then I’d be the happiest man in the world.”

You kissed him softly, feeling him melt into your kiss.

“Promise you won’t leave again? No matter what happens?” you asked.

“I promise.”

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years

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If You Please

Chapter eleven

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3560

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

Note: Honestly, this chapter reads a little weird to me but my friend who helps me edit said it was fine. IDK going from the 40s to 2012 is weird when trying to write.

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Seven months had gone by since Steve and I had been unfrozen. This new world I suddenly woke up in was exhausting. Everything had changed from the simplest thing like manners to complicated things like technology.

Days after waking up, we had been sent to a place called “The Retreat” so we could catch up on the seventy years we had missed out on. There was so much that we took to writing everything down in small notebooks, so we could remember.

I caught onto using the new technology quicker than Steve since I had worked with Howard Stark for several years. Being able to adapt to strange and new tech on the fly was a requirement when working with him.

After those few weeks there, we were both moved into two separate government apartments located in New York. I wish I could say that it got easier with time, but it didn’t. Instead of going to hang out with Steve or actually trying to make acquaintances with anyone, I just stayed in my room, locked away from everything. Coping with being in the future was the easy part, learning to live without everyone I ever knew was hard.

I hadn't known peaceful sleep in a long time. Every time I closed my eyes I am met with nightmares. The softness of the mattress had made it feel like I would fall through at any moment, back into the ice. To try and combat this I pushed my bed into the far corner of the room and made a cot directly under the frame. It felt safer to lay on the hard floor in the dark. The nightmares still came through, sometimes they were battles, sometimes they were of the plane crashing, but most of the time they were about losing Bucky. Every time I woke up in a cold sweat and never went back to bed. I just stared unblinking at the metal that made the bed frame.

One night after a particularly taxing dream I decided to take a walk. It was three in the morning, so I wouldn't have to deal with a lot of people. I changed out of my pajamas into some of the clothes I had been provided. The clothes of the future were tighter than in the forties. It had taken me a while to get used to the feeling of fabric clinging to my legs and upper body. The outside world was quiet except for the occasional car passing by. I kept my eyes to the ground, not really caring where I ended up. I only looked up when I was almost run over by another late-night walker. Peering from left to right, my eyes fixed on an old faded sign hanging above me. The letters were just barely readable and said in large letters ‘Boxing gym’. With another survey of the area, I realized where I was. This was the gym that Bucky used to take Steve when teaching him self-defense. I had tagged along a couple of times before I had joined the SSR, I was surprised it was still here. I smiled weakly and turned to the door. The light inside was on, it couldn’t hurt to see if they were open. The door creaked open and I slipped in quietly. The sound of someone working out came down the long brick hallway. Hesitantly I made my way to the open doors that led to the sparring room.

Stopping just past the threshold, to my surprise, I spotted Steve, who was busy punching the life out of a punching bag. I walked through the small office and around the boxing rings before I stopped again and leaned against one of the columns a few feet away from where Steve stood. I watched him for a while before he landed a hard punch on the bag and it flew off into the distance. I started clapping slowly and he turned around in shock.

“Good job, you broke the bag, but you do know you’re gonna have to pay for that right?”

“Hey kid, I haven’t seen you in a while. I came by your apartment but you didn’t answer.”

“I know Stevie, I just haven't felt up to company since we got back to New York. I hope you can forgive me.” He looked at me with sad eyes and took three long steps in my direction. His arms came out to engulf me in a hug.

“It’s okay, I understand. Promise you’ll tell me if something's wrong, okay?” I nodded into his chest and he squeezed me tighter.

“I couldn't sleep, I guess you couldn't either.”

“No, too many thoughts.” He let go of me and went to get two more punching bags. He hung them up a few feet away from one another before turning to me and asking if I wanted to join. Pretty soon we were both laughing together if it felt almost like we were back home before everything happened. That was until the same dark-skinned man from that day seven months ago showed up. I later learned he was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.

“I’m glad to find you both here.” He stated.

“Are you here with a mission, Sir?” Steve asked.

“I am.”

“Is this to try and get us back out in the world?” I asked.

“No, I'm trying to save it.” he thrust out an open manila folder. I grabbed it slowly and brought it to where Steve and I could both look at it. The blue cube that had evaporated Johann Schmidt was in the photograph pinned to the first page. In large bold letters beside the pictures spelled out TESSERACT. We slowly walked to a nearby bench and sat down.

“That's HYDRA’s secret weapon. I thought it fell into the ocean that day,” I whispered.

“Howard fished it out of the water when they went looking for you both. He thought what we think, that this cube could be an unlimited sustainable energy source.” Fury informed us.

“Who took it from you?” Steve questioned.

“He’s called Loki, he’s not from around here. We have a lot we're gonna need to catch you both up on if you agree to help. This world has gotten stranger than you already know.”

“I doubt anything could surprise us anymore, right Stevie?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Ten bucks says you’re both wrong.” Fury bet. We both got up from our seats and handed the file back. Steve went and grabbed another bag from the floor and I just headed straight for the door.

“There are debriefing packets at your apartments, read through them and get back to me by tomorrow afternoon. And before you leave, is there anything we should know about the tesseract?”

“You should have left it in the ocean.” Steve and I said at once before walking out of the gym. Once we were outside on the sidewalk we hugged and said our goodbyes for the moment and then went our separate ways.

The walk home felt longer than the walk to the gym, but this gave me time to think about what I wanted to do. Whether I wanted to go on this mission, or if I just wanted to lay low and live my life. By the time I walked through my front door I had almost made my decision, but I was waiting to read the file before I decided for good. With a quick look through the minimal information provided I sighed and threw the papers down onto my kitchen counter. Shaking my head I murmured to myself.

“No, I am not doing this. This cube is not worth it.” Rubbing my eyes I went back to my room and crawled under the bed, not caring that I was still in jeans and a t-shirt. I was not going to walk blindly into anything dealing with that cube again. I lost my fiance and everyone I have ever known because of that stupid blue thing, I'm not going to go anywhere near it again. I laid there quietly for a while before I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a start, almost hitting my head on the bed above me. Furious honking made its way from the street into my room. One thing I definitely missed from the past was how quiet it once was at seven a.m.

Along with the decision to not join the mission, I had also made up my mind about leaving New York. This had been a long decision in the making and the talk with Fury last night was enough to make the choice for me. I couldn't live in this city anymore. The places I used to hang out at were still here, but they had been renovated so many times that they were unrecognizable. Everywhere I turned It was like I was walking through a strange alternate reality. I saw glimpses of the past, like ghosts around every corner, it was worse when it was a place Bucky and I frequented.

When I had gotten back from the Retreat I made the mistake of going to mine and Steve’s old apartment. It had been torn down to construct a bookstore, along with several other retail shops. I broke down in the street when I saw it, waves upon waves of emotions crashed into me. All the memories I had there with Steve, mom, and Bucky had no place to live now other than in my mind. The next mistake I made was to go down the next few blocks to Bucky’s apartment he shared with his mom and sister, Rebecca. It was no longer there either, a bakery stood in its place. I turned and left before the onslaught of tears came. After that day I thought it would be best to go somewhere else, somewhere I had no memories.

I crawled out from under the bed and slowly moved to the bathroom to start getting ready for the long day to come. Once I had showered and gotten dressed I sat myself down on the living room sofa, looking wearily at the telephone on the end table. Hesitantly I picked up the receiver and dialed the number that had been in the tesseract briefing file. It rang twice before Nick Fury answered.

“Mr. Fury, I’m calling to tell you that I won’t be joining your team for whatever mission you have going on. I just want to lay low and rebuild my life and live it quietly without interruption.” I let out a long breath.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Was really hoping to have you fight with us. If you change your mind, you know where to contact me. Goodbye Agent Rogers.” He hung up quickly after that, not giving me a chance to tell him goodbye as well. The next call was going to be the hard one, I had to tell Steve my plans. I dialed his number slowly as I raised the receiver to my ear. It didn’t even have time to get through the first ring before Steve picked up.

“Hello?” He asked on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“What’s up kid. Have you called Fury about joining the mission? I called about an hour ago letting them know I’d help.” He sounded a little enthusiastic.

“That’s actually what I’m calling about. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this but I’m not going to help with the mission.”

“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “Why not? I thought you’d want to help get rid of that thing once and for all.”

“It’s not that, I want nothing more than for the tesseract to be gone for good. I just don’t think I can be a part of it, I don’t want this thing to take over my life if we can’t get rid of it. This brings me to another important thing I need to tell you. I can’t stay here in New York, so I’m moving to DC.” He was quiet for a while after I had said that, the only thing I could hear coming from his side was his breath. I grew more anxious by the minute waiting for him to say something.

“What do you mean you’re moving? Why can’t you stay here with me?”

“Don’t be selfish.” I snapped.

“I’m not being selfish, you are.” he raised his voice. I huffed through my nose, getting annoyed.

“I can’t stay here any longer. I have no idea what it is like for you, but for me, being in this city is torture. I see ghosts from the past every time I leave my house. I can’t go anywhere without seeing him, and every time I see him, I break down. I never got to say goodbye and that day plays over and over in my head. Steve, I’m being tormented with nightmares to the point where I have barely gotten five hours of sleep in the past week. I need to get out of here whether you like it or not.” Tears had started to stream down my face as I yelled into the phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you, I still can help you if you let me. If you leave I can’t keep you safe, I can’t protect you like I’m supposed to.” He was using his soft “grown-up” voice he always used with me when I was younger to try and calm me down but the tears kept streaming down my cheeks at a rapid pace.

“I can protect myself, we did take the same serum,” I choked out. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to bother you with my problems, I can deal with them myself. Plus you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need to help me with mine.” My head was starting to hurt now and my cheeks and neck itched with quickly drying tears.

“Fine. The only way I will be okay with you leaving is if you promise to call me at least twice a week and you let me help you move.” I gave a strained laugh and nodded, even if he couldn't see it.

“Okay, it’s a deal. I actually already have an apartment lined up, so you can come over and help me pack everything up whenever you want to. I’m going to try and be out of New York by the end of next week.”

“I’ll be right over.” I laughed as I told him that I’d be waiting. I laid the receiver back down in its spot and stood up to go to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking. I was glad my relationship with Steve could handle an argument, understand one another, then go right back to normal, I don’t think we would be this close if it couldn't. I blinked back a few stubborn tears and bent down to grab a rag from the sink cabinet, I dampened it in warm water then wiped the dried tears from my face. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin.

Over the next week and a half, Steve and I boxed up what few belongings I had and packed them and the furniture into a moving truck. I didn’t own a car so the moving truck would be my transportation to DC. One of the many things SHIELD had us do was take a modern driving test, which wasn’t hard, just a few more signs to remember and more gadgets in the car than there used to be, I ended up passing with flying colors.

By Friday morning we had everything ready to go. Steve would follow me on his motorcycle and I would drive the truck the whole three and a half hours to my new apartment.

We stopped several times on the way down, mainly so Steve didn’t have to sit on the bike for the whole three hours straight. We also stopped for lunch. All in all the trip took us about five hours, with traffic added. We made it to my new home just after two and we started moving my belongings in immediately.

Admittedly the apartment was way too big for just me but I liked the extra space, it was different from the tiny two-bedroom apartment I had grown up in. The first thing I made sure to unpack and put up was the bed. I still hadn't told Steve I wasn’t actually sleeping in the bed, but he didn’t need to know that. After that clothes were sorted through and put in their respective places. With our enhanced strength and stamina, we had the whole place relatively furnished in just under two hours. We stopped for dinner when everything had been brought up from the moving truck.

The day went by fast with us talking and laughing like we used to, it was a good change of pace from my usual aimlessly roaming around my apartment alone. But, all good things have to come to an end and Steve had to leave. He pulled me into a tight hug, almost crushing me, and wouldn’t let go until I pinky promised to call him several times a week. I just laughed and promised him I would. I was sad watching him walk down the hallway to the stairs.

I turned back into my apartment and closed the door, locking it behind me. I stared at the box littering the floor and decided to get to work unpacking the rest of what we hadn’t gotten earlier.

Most of my belongings I found in thrift stores and antique shops around the city. It may have been the twenty-first century now, but that wasn’t stopping me from making my home a comfortable, familiar space. If you walked in from the outside world, you would have thought you had been transported to the past with how much authentic 1940s and before things I had littered about. Some things had been saved from the apartment we lived in in the forties. I learned a few weeks before we came back from the retreat that Peggy had been the one to put everything in storage after they had failed to find Steve and me in the ice. I had gone through all of it and took out what I wanted to take with me and Steve had done the same. I was thankful Peggy had done what she did, otherwise, everything would have been lost to time.

That night as I tried to sleep, I realized it was a little easier to relax. DC was a whole lot quieter than New York, there was no honking or yelling every two seconds to keep me awake. I was left alone in almost complete silence, which for others may be worse than being bombarded with noise, but I didn’t mind. I fell asleep almost an hour after laying down for the night and had a restless sleep. I woke up many times in the night covered in sweat, but I couldn't remember the dreams, anything I could remember dissipated as soon as I opened my eyes.

I woke up again very early the next morning, the clock on my wall said it was four forty-five. It was still dark out, but I could hear birds starting to chirp. I crawled out from under the bed frame and went to put on some exercise clothes. Running always helped to clear my mind after not being able to get any sort of rest. The run itself didn’t take long, even though it was seven miles, any normal person would be exhausted but I had barely broken a sweat. I did get to see some nice places, taking a route around the zoo, to the National Cathedral, and then back around to the Dupont Circle neighborhood, where my apartment was. The sun was just starting to come up as I made my way back into my building.

Although I had just moved in the day before, I was ready to start finding some sort of job. The money SHIELD was giving me to help assimilate back into the world comfortably was appreciated, but I wanted to make my own way in life without their help. Finding a job was going to be harder than it used to be, but I did have expertise in several areas. Upon being unfrozen, along with the driving tests, SHIELD created a new resume for me. I had degrees in history pertaining to the 1940s, World War II, and several of the New Deal programs, with a specialty in the SSR. I was also given a Veteran ID, although I don’t really know how that one works because I definitely was not a part of the apparent ongoing fighting in Afghanistan. I still looked twenty-four, I doubt anyone would believe it.

Anyway, I had interviews lined up for today at the Smithsonian, and hopefully, the resume that SHIELD created and my knowledge would be enough to land a job. I had already figured that I would be volunteering at the local VFW. I knew I could find people there to relate to and hopefully be able to make some friends.

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years

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BROKEN TUMBLR ASKS PART ??: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

@boys-love-or-bust-19507 asked: I LOVE your buddie fics! Can yo write a fic where Buck has a really tough day and Eddie and Chris take care of him?

“Alright, Special Agent Christopher, target is almost in sight. Are you ready for action?”

“Yeah!”

Eddie grinned down to his son, basking in the childlike excitement mirrored back at him for a hot second, knowing that very few things would ever compare to these moments again. He had never seen Chris click as well with anyone as he had Buck—even Carla was a close second to that, not that Eddie was about to tell her that—and honestly, there should have never been any question in his mind as to what Chris would say when Eddie told him Buck needed some help.

His smile only softened as he looked around the house—there was dinner in the oven (courtesy of Carla) and Chris had taken the initiative to pull out some of his favorite board games, stacking them neatly on the counter. Eddie had asked Bobby to rearrange their schedules for the week, and they were both going to be off the next two days, to give Buck plenty of time to recover; Chris had pulled nearly every pillow and blanket they owned into the living room, creating a huge nest with surprising skill.

The past few months had been… rough on the 118, between the bomb, the lawsuit, the accidental robbery, the list just kind of went on and on. As bad as things were for the house, though, they all weighed ten times heavier on Bucks shoulders—not for no reason, but fuck if it felt like the poor boy couldn’t catch a break.

The most recent issue had resurfaced about a month ago. They had just been wrapping up a 24 hour shift, idly shooting the shit, and Chim had mentioned that he and Maddie had a group therapy appointment. The 118 were no stranger to therapy as a whole—Eddie had gone through it, Bobby was still in it, Hen and her old life coach still met once a month after they re-connected.

“Eh, therapy doesn’t really work for me.” Buck had said, kicking his feet up and over Eddie’s lap, a move that Eddie secretly loved even if he wasn’t about to mention it. “But then again, the one session that I actually had wound up with the both of us on her couch before she would clear me to return to service, so…”

You could have heard a pin drop in the moments that followed, and Buck’s easy grin was quickly tightened into something more serious, more nervous, like he wasn’t aware of what he had said.

“Buck…” Hen spoke first, her voice low and slow, like she were talking to an animal about to flee—and if the sudden tightness of Buck’s legs beneath Eddies hands meant anything, it showed how close to the truth that analogy was. “Buck, are you saying that your therapist made you sleep with her before she cleared you?”

Buck looked honest to god confused, and Eddie just wanted to shake him.

“I mean, she didn’t force me, it just kind of… happened. That was during my Buck 1.0 days, though. You guys know I’m better than that now, Buck 2.0 is here to stay. Right? You… You guys know I’m better now, right?”

“Buck, he, no.” Eddie spoke now, his hand gently squeezing Buck’s good leg, shaking his head slowly. “If I’m understanding this, that is not on you. She took advantage of you like that, that’s… that ain’t right.” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. Before he could speak again, offer some reassuring words, Bobby spoke up, his face tight with concern.

“Buck, why didn’t you tell any of us about that?”

Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to say.

Eddie felt Buck tense up like a snapped rubber band before he pulled himself back into an upright position, and though he missed the warmth across his lap, he was far more concerned with bracing for whatever was about to happen. Buck snorted, shaking his head, his voice clipped as he stood up, a sure sign he was in defensive mode. “Bobby, you had fired me the week before for… my indiscretions while in uniform. Forgive me if I didn’t feel like I wanted to risk my job again.”

“Buck, hang on, I didn’t mean—Buck, come back! Eddie!”

Buck had turned on his heel and almost ran out of the loft, and Eddie was quick on his tail, keeping a safe distance until they were both in the locker room. Buck whirled on him when the door closed, the anger drained out of his face, leaving a shell of panic in its place.

“Eddie, cmon, you know that I’m not like that anymore, right? I don’t do that! I’m good, I promise, I—“

Any other words were drowned out when Eddie pulled him into a hug—a risky move in and of itself, but he knew that Buck was one of the most tactile (and touch starved) people on the planet. His gamble paid off, thankfully; he immediately felt Buck’s arms encircle him, body going lax against his chest. “Buck, no one is blaming you. I’m sorry that it might seem that way. I wasn’t even here for Buck 1.0 but I still know that was not your fault, okay?”

Eddie paused, waiting until he got a muffled sound out of Buck to pull back from the hug, looking at him dead in the eye.

“Listen… Buck, I really think you should report this. She’s a doctor, she can’t just continue on like that. What she did to you wasn’t just bad, or wrong, it was illegal.”

In the end, five other men and two women had stepped forward after Buck made his complaint. Two cops, four firefighters, and one paramedic, all with similar stories and similar outcomes.

The only good thing about it was because they were all state employees, they were able to opt for a closed door hearing, investigation, and trial.

Buck had spent the day behind closed doors, giving his statement to a camera, then to the prosecutor, then in a closed courtroom, in front of a jury, a judge, and a very unhappy looking Dr Wells… well, Ms. Wells, now that she had her license revoked.

Eddie knew that a lot had happened, but he also knew Buck and knew that the last thing Buck would want to do all day would be continue to talk about it; so between he and Special Agent Christopher, Eddie felt sure they had a way to keep Buck’s mind far from the past all night long.

“Target inbound!”

Eddie shook away his thoughts as he heard Chris’ little voice wavering with excitement—sure enough, Buck’s Jeep had parked out front, and while they were both fully obvious from the curtains, Eddie still turned his head and made a big shushing gesture to Chris, who started to giggle.

Once they heard Buck’s key turning in the lock (yeah, Eddie had given him a key, so what?) they both pulled back, and Eddie almost burst out laughing at the faux look of shock on Buck’s face when he and Chris both yelled “surprise!”

The shock may have been fake, but there was no pretending when Buck smiled at them, the sheer joy on his face making Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. He looked a little tired around the eyes, maybe, but he was glad that Buck was still Buck, and that this hopefully wouldn’t be weighing on him for much longer.

Chris was off, immediately, talking a mile a minute while he started to set up one of his favorite board games, and Eddie had to smiles he took Buck’s coat, resolutely ignoring how good the other male really looked in a suit. “Sorry. The only way I could really get him on board without telling him the full details was telling him you needed a surprise party to make you feel better.”

Buck put his hand up on Eddie’s shoulder, and while Eddie could have basked happily in the glow from his smile for an age and a half, he lit up like the Fourth of July when Buck leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Fully aware he looked like a love struck teenager, Eddie rose a hand to his cheek when Buck pulled away, the smile on his lips shocked but pleased all at once. “What was that for?”

“For this. This is perfect, Eddie. Thank you for… well, just thanks.”

They had made it a few rounds into whatever the card game that Chris had picked out—Eddie still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, but Chris and Buck seemed to be having a good time—when the oven chirped, signaling the start of dinner; and just like that, the game was forgotten. Chris basically launched out of his chair and into the living room, announcing that it was Movie Time, and far be it for Buck or Eddie to disagree with him.

Eddie scooped out some of the baked pasta in to three different bowls while Buck raided the pantry for movie snacks, and by the time that they made it to the living room, Chris was 90% buried in blankets and pillows on the floor.

It wasn’t easy to get settled in behind him, but by the opening credits to The Incredibles were rolling, Eddie and Buck were wedged in behind Christopher in the blanket pile, relaxing against the couch, snacks disbursed between them. Chris was lost to the world outside of the movie, but Eddie could almost feel Buck tensing up beside him, winding himself back up like a spring, and well... that wouldn’t do at all.

It was amazing how much they could say without saying anything at all. Eddie raised one of his arms and gave Buck an expectant look, to which Buck shook his head, looking at Eddie like he was crazy (and blushing too, and wow, that was a treat). Eddie only rose a brow, gesturing to his now open side, and Buck stared at him, before giving up with a sigh, slowly rearranging himself as to not disturb Chris.

He slotted himself in against Eddie’s side like he fit there, and Eddie felt more than just a smug sense of victory as he put his arm around Buck, tugging him closer, gently leaning their heads together. Once Buck started to relax, he leaned in—knowing full well that Buck’s attention was anywhere but the movie—and kissed his temple, right above his birthmark.

“You did a really hard thing today, and it brought a lot of good into the world. I’m really, really proud of you, Buck.”

Buck didn’t respond—not verbally, anyway, but Eddie could feel the thousand degree stare Buck gave him when he turned his head, like he was going to stare directly into Eddies soul, search for any sign he was being sarcastic, or patronizing, not that Eddie cared. He was being completely honest, and he could see Buck’s expression falter as he realized that.

Eddie’s smile only grew as Buck scanned over his face again, though it was his turn to look surprised when Buck pulled a hand up to rest against Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leaned into it instinctively as he felt his eyes half lid, because Buck was moving again, pulling himself closer, and it was all Eddie could do to remain perfectly still, give Buck the chance to move closer or pull away, even if he wanted to flip them over right now and kiss Buck within an inch of his life.

As it was, their first kiss was perfect—Buck in his arms, Chris buried in blankets, and Edna Mode in the background. And even if the road to get there was rough, Eddie wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

#911 #evan buckley #edmundo diaz #buddie #fic #buddiefic #911fic #christopher diaz #flospeaks #fluff fic #I love two (2) dumb firefighters and their son

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tirorah · 3 years

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Road to Berlin’s ‘Road to Berlin’ Sure Was a Road to Berlin Episode

Hiya, everyone! It’s that time of the week, but don’t worry, your assigned reading is pretty light this time. Because, honestly? I don’t have much to say about this episode in terms of character arcs or themes or the like. Instead, you’ll find my brief thoughts under the cut, as well as my favorite stuff from Episode 11.

In the end, this episode was a follow-up to the ending of Episode 10, and also the start of the final offensive, which makes Episode 11 the middle chapter of a three-parter. This is always difficult to make satisfying--look at any pre-planned trilogy and you can see the struggle with ramping up the tension while also not blowing the series’ full load, as it needs to set up the final, climactic piece.

Consequently, Road to Berlin (the episode) didn’t do a lot of exciting things; it simply moved the story along. And that’s 100% fine. It’s just not as richly packed with content as most of the season has been. There was also some blatant reuse of old footage again (they really love that shot of Trude brandishing her guns, don’t they?) but again, I felt it was within acceptable parameters. I did feel like the episode was holding back a bit with the aerial combat, though. Seems the Ratte was the biggest star of the show for this week.

Without further ado and in no particular order, here are my favorite things from this episode!

Patton’s Redemption

Sort of. He was still a gloating idiot, but he actually valued Yoshika’s power enough to argue the 501st’s case to his fellow generals, and he showed admirable tenacity when the Neuroi’s full power gradually revealed itself. He didn’t shout nearly as often either, and was much more reasonable. Overall, he was far less cartoony and made a decent start at showing us why he attained his current rank.

Although I’ll never forgive him for this. That, and calling Yoshika a ‘little missy.’

This Line from Minna

It’s delivered calmly, but I like to think this is Diplomatic Minna Speak for ‘Fuck off and up yours, she saved your damn butts!’

And another thing: the doctor said it’d take Yoshika a week to be able to fly again, but Minna wants a delay of ten days, not seven. It seems she wants half a week extra so that Yoshika can recover more, which is both prudent and kind of her.

The Generals Being Children

Both amusement and disbelief filled me as I watched the generals of different nations bicker like bloody schoolyard kids. It’s true what they say: War. War never changes. (And especially not the ego of man.) The fact a bunch of grown men devolved into chest-thumping and throwing crap at one another is hilarious. Even Lucchini’s been more mature than that this season, and that says something!

Shizuka’s Turbulent Emotions

Again, Shizuka shows off her similarities to Trude; I feel like she’s definitely the type to hold this in until it comes spilling out in one ugly cry like it did here. She just wasn’t able to hold it in as long, likely due to her relative youth.

We also finally got to see the one character arc thing in this episode I was hoping for: Shizuka and her relationship with orders. For the entire season, we’ve constantly seen Shizuka’s rigid obedience to orders reinforced. But when Mio tells her to keep the Shinden’s presence a secret, we see the first time an order brings her true, internal conflict. Although it culminated in a good cry and not her disobeying said order, I have a feeling she’ll buck the trend and either tell Yoshika about the Shinden, or fly it herself.

Finally, it’s nice to see that she doesn’t let her injury scare her, and channels her guilt into some awesome attack runs. Much credit to her; she’s grown quite a bit, and not because she’s emulating the others, but by growing into her new responsibilities as a combatant.

Yoshika Doing What She Can

Respect was earned by Yoshika this episode. Although she was obviously disappointed she wouldn’t be able to fly with the others into the final battle, she didn’t let it get her down and decided to do whatever she could to help. That meant we finally got to see her newly attained medical skills again! All those books she checked out in Episode 1 sure came in handy now.

If you will, think back all the way to Season 1, Episode 2 for a moment. A Neuroi attacked the ship bringing Yoshika and Mio to Europe, and a sailor was injured by shrapnel. Back then, Yoshika was severely shaken by the combat, and when she tried to help the sailor with her healing magic, she was promptly rebuked by someone else, as healing him with the shards still inside would only hurt him further.

But here, people rely on Yoshika’s medical knowledge and even Patton greatly respects her for it. Her suggestion to hole up in the Flak Tower is also a huge success, likely saving all of their lives.

Shirley's Amusement at the Ratte

Why, Shirley, what are you insinuating here? Surely Karlsland isn’t compensating for something! They just like their prototypes huge.

And Perrine’s Dismay

Harrumph! Size doesn’t matter, obviously! Just look at Perrine’s chest.

But honestly, someone else pointed this out too: the fact they’re relying so much on experimental and/or new things shows how desperate they are, and how fragile their gains are.

Speaking of The Ratte

The Ratte is awesome. The way its rounds punched through the Neuroi walls... *chef’s kiss* It’s obvious where the love and attention went this episode: all the carnage! We also got to see a lot of Berlin’s ruins, which is a nice change from fighting over ocean and rural landscapes. In my opinion, this was the way to go with the budget.

Also, Dem Walls!

They were so cool! I was amazed by the way they could reform to cover the gap where they were under attack! They even showed the little drones coming in to stack on top of one another. And later on, how the main body used the walls to shield itself from the Ratte’s full power was also very impressive! I love how powerful the walls were, but that the Neuroi’s resources weren’t infinite. That’s how you write your antagonist.

Not to Mention the Dome of Death!

Let’s be honest: we all knew a snag was coming. But not only was this a clever trap by the Neuroi, it also showcased the Neuroi using the debris to build more of themselves!

Miscellaneous Things

Something I didn’t mention in my Episode 10 post was Lynne’s support. She’s been really good at looking out for Shizuka! And she also scored a huge hit on the drone horde, which was great. And this time, Perrine also took the time to reassure Shizuka; as the one who was originally assigned to train Shizuka, it’s good she’s showing her gentler side now.

The 502nd made a brief cameo! I haven’t watched Brave Witches yet, which I’ll have to get on after this season finishes. It was also really cool to see how the other Joint Fighter Wings were pitching in for the war effort. The 501st are definitely the stars of the operation (as they should be), but there’s a multi-prong attack going on off-screen. Exciting stuff!

I also really like the little touches that RtB’s been so good at this entire season. For this episode, it’s the blue tulip on Yoshika’s bedstand. Seeing as the episode starts on the day after the ending of Episode 10, this means someone (maybe Perrine?) had a Queen of Nederland shipped out to Kiel really quickly, just for Yoshika. It’s sweet!

Finally, while Minna and Trude clashed during the previous episode, here they work together to support one another during combat. Trude comes to Minna’s aid the moment she’s attacked.

The Stuff I Thought I’d Get, But Didn’t

I’d speculated on this episode and came up with things I thought I’d get to see. But nope!

First of all, what’s RtB’s deal with Mio? I can’t believe Minna’s had more subtext with Trude than with Mio this season! Even when the two of them finally spoke with one another for the first time since Episode 2, there was no blushing or anything like that! Are the days of Minna and Perrine fawning over Mio over? Is there someone on the writing team who loves Trude like I do, and has the same problems with Mio that I do? This is really...well, weird. I can’t describe it in any other way.

Anyway, she’s now bringing the B-17 to Berlin, meaning she might get involved somehow (and is also bringing the Shinden, possibly so Shizuka can fly it.) But here I was, thinking, ‘Oh, that plane they showed Mio with in the opening, she’ll fly that, and it’s going to have anti-Neuroi armor!’ and yet I’m not seeing any indication of that happening at all. Mio isn’t even in that plane right now. It’s the Ratte who got the anti-Neuroi treatment, and again, Mio’s presence felt...functional, I guess.

There’s something about her screen presence that bothers me, actually. I didn’t think about it before, because she was absent so much it just didn’t cross my mind, but...what happened to good ol’ jolly Mio? I don’t mind her being a bit more serious--RtB’s been a more serious season, after all--but we haven’t had a patented Mio Laugh since the first episode, and I miss it. Let’s hope the final episode gives her a nice sendoff.

Secondly, for all the fuss they made about Yoshika and Shizuka’s conditions with that downright tragic ending in Episode 10, the two of them bounced back pretty fast. It’s literally been a day and Shizuka’s already running around fine? And Yoshika doesn’t seem to be experiencing any lingering negative effects of her overexertion? (Aside from the obvious.) For a season that’s so focused on consequences and a consistency in tone, I feel like the two of them got off a bit light.

I was also expecting Trude and possibly Minna and Lynne having sad moments because ‘oh no, people we care about are hurt!’ but because Yoshika and Shizuka seem mostly fine, that didn’t happen at all.

Usually, Episode 11 is the one that ends on a somber note, but here it seems they moved that to Episode 10, and instead had Episode 11 strike a more optimistic tone. No one really showed off their flaws, either; maybe Episode 10 was the bookend to that theme after all?

Into the End

The episode ends on a very interesting note. Everyone finds out Yoshika is also trapped inside the Neuroi dome--and why, exactly, was no one informed of her presence on the Ratte?!--and they’re ordered to mount a rescue operation for their besieged comrades.

And then Trude comes with this absolutely surprising revelation:

I imagine at least one staff member had a chuckle at the fact the cast is now embarking on another Road (in)to Berlin.

The what, now? This wasn’t built up or alluded to at all; I have questions, show! Not to mention, how does Trude even know about this? And why is she the one announcing it, and not Minna, the world’s best mom and team captain?

Anyway, the preview seems to indicate some sort of tunnel run--I briefly wondered if they’d have to venture in on foot, but it seems to be big enough for them to fly.

This shot is ominous.

I’m highly intrigued by this decision. Obviously, the final confrontation will play out outside, but to yank the Witches from the air and into a much more claustrophobic space is a confident move. I can only imagine the surprises the final episode has up its sleeve.

Anyway, all in all, this was a decent episode, and while it did have lots of neat little character moments, it’s obviously setup for what I hope to be a spectacular ending.

Even if it doesn’t quite deliver next week, though, RtB’s been so consistently great that it’s already cemented itself as my favorite show ever.

#strike witches #road to berlin

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years

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Ghost from the past V [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 4, 500 K + (don’t know what happened)

Warnings : language, angst, fluff, the usual

Summary : Reader and Roger are in love and happy. Until Ally, first love and ex-girlfriend of Roger come back after years of silence, bringing chaos in their perfect life.

Note : finally chapter 5...im posting it earlier than I thought but m not fan of this one but I can’t do better honestly, chaper 6 & 7 are much better. I’m almost done with this story, I will probably do 9 chapters, maybe 10 but not more. I really appreciate all the love you sent me guys, it’s so so cool to read all your messages, thanks again ! I love you all my cutie pies !!

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“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You asked Roger, your eyes puffy from the poor sleep you had the night before. “You should have tell me you were fucking married Rog ! Your ex-girlfriend had to do it, I’m so embarrassed right now, my god” You sighed deeply and rubbed your face, exhausted by all the previous events.

You and the drummer were currently sitting in your bed, facing each other to talk about the situation. He just came back from Ally’s place and even if you were hurt, you were a grown ass woman and decided to stop dramatising the last events, you needed to confront Roger about this wedding. You loved him too much to throw away three years of your life together without giving him a chance to explain himself. You tried to focus on the fact that the marriage was only valid in the state of Nevada and nowhere else...well he wasn’t entire sure of that but you decided to ignore that fact, for the sake of your mental health...You had a hard time to believe that he hid this marriage from you, purposely. You needed to understand.

“(Y/N), I swear on Seth’s head, I never thought about this night again, never. I completely forget about it until yesterday. I...fuck, I will do anything to prove you this wedding never meant anything.. You’re the only one I want to marry, I don’t want you to doubt about it, not for a second” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them before pressing a kiss on your wedding ring. “I swear, I forget about it, I never declared our...engagement to the english authority or whatever. I’m not even sure it’s valid, the papers probably never left this shitty wedding chapel” He shook his head, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded slowly, feeling a little bit lighter. You knew your Roger, he was good at a lot of things but lying wasn’t one of his talent and when he had tell you he forget about this, you believed him.

“Okay Roger” You murmured and squeezed back his hands. Of course you believed him, you wouldn’t have accepted the ring if you had any doubt about his sincerity. He deserved a second chance. You weren’t perfect and he wasn’t either, no one was and maybe you would regret it later but right now, the only thing you wanted was to forget the evening before and had your fiancé back in your arms. Nothing else. “It was humiliating to hear about your wedding by Ally”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just never matter to me, it’s was just a drunk joke, nothing more” The blond shrugged and caressed gently your knee, trying to convince you. “And are you even surprise that something like this happened to me ? Getting drunk and married at Vegas ? You know how stupid I can be when I’m partying a bit too hard” He gave you a tentative smile and a small one creeped on your lips, he wasn’t totally wrong.

“I give you that. But this is the last time, Roger. I want to know everything, no more secret” He nodded eagerly and relieved was flowing on his features. “And I want...I want you to treat me like I matter to you more than Ally. You know I love Seth and I’m glad he is in our life but I never accepted to be the second woman in your life. Ally is her mother, I understand that and I want you to have a correct relation with her, I don’t want tension between the two of you, for Seth’s sake but for my own I’m asking you to be honest with her. I want you to tell her that I’m the one you love, not her anymore. She need to hear it from you”

“You think she still love me ?” The drummer asked with surprised face. “I never thought–“

“Of course she’s still in love with you Roger !” You snapped, how could be that blind ? He pinched his lips and nodded silently. “I can’t...I can’t just sit there and feeling like she is more important to you. I don’t want to stress every time you saw her, wondering if you’re gonna leave me for her, I...I don’t won’t live like that” I won’t marry you if the situation don’t change Roger”

“You have my words, baby. You are my priority, you and Seth, I’m sorry I had been so heartless with you. I should have noticed that my behaviour hurt you, I love you so much I thought it was enough for you to not be worry but it’s was clearly stupid” The blond sighed guiltily, he was nervous and sweaty. The fact that you talked about maybe not marrying him did make him understand how bad was the situation, much worse than he thought. “If it was you who had a baby with your ex always around, I would have completely lose my mind. I will...I will make Ally understand, she need to respect you and if she can’t do that, we will see each other only to picking and dropping Seth, nothing more. I would do anything to not losing you my love, I swear to you”

You stared at each other for several minutes before a small smile painted on your features. You were okay but he couldn’t screw up anymore. The atmosphere immediately relaxed after the intense conversation, bringing both of you at the edge of tears but it was necessary. Now you could move on.

He tried to peck your lips but put your hands on his face, pushing him away childishly. He whined and rested his head on your lap, his eyes looking even bigger from above. “Forgive me ? Please ?” He pouted and used his puppy eyes to convince you.

“Don’t think you can escape this one so easily Taylor” You pinched his cheek and slid your fingers into his messy hairs, trying to get ride of the knots. He smirked as he knew you weren’t piss off at him anymore. “I want you to cancel this wedding”

“But babe ! I need to go to Las Vegas for that ! It’s so far away and–“ He stopped talking when he saw your death stare, your fingers tugging at his hairs a bit more harder than necessary. “But I can totally do it– ouch babe ! I can do it for my beautiful fiancée”

“Good. It settled then” You let go of his hairs and he sat up, checking if his hairs were still on his head, his eyes looking at you suspiciously. “I hope you’re planning to go rapidly because I really don’t like the role of mistress you gave to me” You scoffed and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I will...really soon” He tilted pouty lips toward you and sighed happily when you reply to his kiss. “Maybe you can come with me ?”

“I’m not very fond of the idea to going somewhere where you are married to someone else” You crossed your arm with a jaded face.

“Oh come on my little sweetheart” He pushed you onto the bed and crawled on top of you, nuzzling his pretty mouth against your neck. “We can have so much fun, just you and me, tons drinks and no cloth on” He sunk playfully his teeth onto your skin, pressing his hips against yours. “We didn’t go on weekend just the both of us since Seth entered our life, we...well, especially you, deserved some good time” You hummed quietly and Roger took that as an encouragement, tangled your legs together. “I can book you some massages for the first day, meanwhile I’m going cancelling this stupid wedding. Then we can do whatever you want, babe. What do you say ?” He raised his head and pressed your forehead together, putting all his weight on you.

“You’re crushing me, blondie” you scoffed as you pretended to be annoyed but both of you knew it wasn’t true. The drummer looked at you with hope in his pretty eyes and you pretended to think about it, not wanting to give in to quickly. The man really succeeded to turn the shitty situation he was, into a little romantic weekend, damn he was good. “Alright, I’m coming with you but only because I want to see the Grand Canyon”

He grinned widely and captured your lips for a steamy kiss which quickly turned into a hot make-out session. You slid a hand between your bodies, lightly palming his bulge through his pants. He moaned lowly into your mouth, bucking his hips into your hands for more friction. When his fingers wandered under your top, brushing your tits, you quickly slapped his hand and pushed him away.

“I don’t know who you think I am but I certainly don’t sleep with married man, Roger” You scoffed before getting up.

“Babe, seriously ?” He cried like a kid who didn’t have his ice cream and he made grabby hands toward you. “Please, come back to bed”

You ignored him and picked up clean clothes from your wardrobe.

“I’m going to take a shower and you’re not invited” You walked into the bathroom in your room and took care to lock the door behind you. The drummer mumbling something from the bed and you chuckled, pretty satisfied of yourself. “You better booked us this trip quickly because you’re not touching him until this marriage is cancel” You yelled through the door.

He booked the four-days trips the very same afternoon.

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The next days went pretty smooth, you were excited about this trip, totally pushing aside the thoughts about Ally and Freddie and how you were hurt. You couldn’t really do more about them anyway. One of your friend told you to fight back against Ally but it wasn’t a good idea and you knew it. First and most important she was the mother of Roger’s kid and you will be his wife in few months, you and her would see each other even you didn’t want to, starting a war with her wouldn’t be a good thing neither for Rog or Seth.

Secondly, to be honest with yourself, you definitively weren’t good with conflicts, some people had loud mouth and didn’t take shit from anyone, well you weren’t like that. People could see you as a coward as you were avoiding arguments but you simply didn’t like quarrelling, you preferred drop the subject and continued your life, minding your own business. Ally seemed to be your contrary, you saw her humiliated a poor waitress at Freddie’s party and when she chatted her back, she became even louder until the other one decided she wasn’t worth her time.

If you started to be as nasty as her, you were sure she would win, it was in her nature. So, for now, you planned to avoid her or if it wasn’t possible, to had the less interactions possible with her, focussing on Roger instead. He was important, not her.

As soon as you came home from work, around four in the afternoon, the phone rang loudly in the flat.

“(Y/N) Taylor on the phone” The cute laugh of Roger echoing through your ears, making you smiled stupidly. “Hi love”

“I do love the sound of that, can’t wait to make it official” You bit your lower lip, entangling your fingers around the phone cord as you divagated about your wedding with the love of your life. “Are you still here baby ?”

His raspy voice brought you back on earth and you giggled softly. “Yeah, Rog, I’m here. What’s up ? Is everything okay at the studio ?”

“Well, we’re officially done with the album ! The Game is all ready to be release in two weeks” His excited tone made you smiled even wider.

“That’s great guys ! I’m so proud of you”

“When are you coming at the studio ?” You frowned and closed your eyes for a second, you always came to listen before anyone else the new album, you did it for the past three years and it was a sort of tradition.

“I...I don’t want to see Freddie Rog” You whispered sadly. “I really don’t want to face him right now”

“(Y/N), you always come, please. Veronica and Chrissie will be there too, I need you by my side, it’s important for me” You sighed quietly, feeling bad to turn his offer down.

But the only thought of seeing Freddie made your stomach churned.

“Rog...I’m sorry but we can celebrate tonight, just you and me” You proposed with a timid voice. “I can make your fa–“

“I understand (Y/N), it’s alright. I will see you later” He hanged up with a weak voice, you knew he was sad about your rejection.

You sighed deeply, rubbing your forehead. Did you overacted about seeing Freddy ?

You tried to distract yourself during the next half and hour but the only thing you could think of was Roger. Alone. Brian with Chrissie and their kid. John with Veronica and their two children. Freddie with Paul. But Roger would be all by himself as all the boys’ family would listened and congratulated them for the new record.

You kicked your own ass and quickly put your shoes on, grabbed your black jeans jacket and your handbag before leaving your apartment. You climbed in the first taxi you saw and gave the studio’s address. You quickly made your way through the different corridors of the place until finding the loudest room of the building. Jacob, the oldest son of Deaky and Veronica, ran next to you as his little sister was right behind, both of them giggling like crazy and pushing the door open.

“Hi auntie (Y/N)” You waved back and followed them inside looking for Roger.

The room was filled with Freddie’s voice as the new vinyl of the band was playing in the background. Brian was cuddling his son, both of them listening attentively to the music, as Chrissie was chatting with Veronica, a timid belly, popping out slightly.

You were wrong thinking Roger would be all alone. You smiled softly as Seth was in on Roger’s lap, his father’ sunglasses perched on his head, bobbing his cute face in rhythm. The drummer was beaming with pride, singing quietly the lyrics to him.

“Do you like Daddy’s songs my little angel ?” Of course Ally was here too. She was never far away.

“I love them Mum ! When I will be older I want to be a rock star like Dada !” He clapped his little hands together and his parents chucked at his enthusiasm. “Can I have fish fingers at the restaurant tonight mummy ?”

“You going to the restaurant tonight ?” Roger asked to Ally as he passed his fingers in Seth’s blond locks.

You were standing awkwardly at the entrance of the door, not very visible to the others as you were wondering if you should have came here or not. Maybe Roger was mad at you and didn’t want you here anymore.

Ally’s face flushed a bit, a thing you never witnessed before, it was weird. She was always confident but right now she was looking at Roger like a deer caught in the headlights, her fingers toying the hem of her shirt.

“Well I was thinking, we can go, the three of us, to the restaurant ? To celebrate your album. Seth is very excited to go out with Daddy and Mommy” She smiled hopefully at him and, just by looking at her, you saw how much she still loved Roger. She was totally in love with him, her nervousness was betraying her.

You swallowed quietly and took a step back, waiting anxiously for the drummer’s answer.

“I...hum, I already have plan with (Y/N) tonight, sorry” Her smile fell immediately as relieve ran through your veins. He rubbed awkwardly his shoulder, coughing a bit to avoid the deception on Ally’s face.

“But she’s not here. She didn’t even come to support to you even if she obviously know how important it is for you” She replied with bitterness.

“Ally, stop” His cold tone surprised her. “You and me, we need to talk after, I want you to stop talking shit about (Y/N), she’s gonna be my wife, get use to it” She seemed deeply offended and you decided to make know about your presence, satisfied by Roger’s answer.

You cleared your throat and knocked on the open door, walking in everyone’ sight, almost timidly. You hoped the blond wasn’t going to tell you to fuck off after refusing to come here in the first place. You couldn’t give this satisfaction to Ally.

“Hi everyone, sorry I’m late” As soon as you stepped inside, the three kids ran toward you, happy to see their auntie. Even Seth climbing down from his father’s lap and come toward you, the sunglasses sliding on his nose. “How are doing my cutie pies ?” You gave a collective hug to all the kids and chatted for few minutes with them.

You stood up and gave a quick hug to Chrissie, Brian and John, opting for a kiss on Veronica’s cheek as her belly was on the way and you didn’t want to hurt her or whatever. Freddie seemed uncomfortable, hesitating about how he was supposed to act after his last party. You gave him a simple hi Fred and a hi Paul without even looked at them before made your way to Roger who had stand up, Ally next him.

“(Y/N), Rog said you were working” She said with a tense smile.

You glanced at the drummer who seemed still hurt, his eyes looking at his shoes. You knew you made him sad when you refused to come, he liked to pretend he was a tough guy but inside, he was a big softie in desperate need of his family’s approval.

“Yes but being here to support the boys was more important” You shrugged and tucked a strand of hairs behind your hairs. “If I’m not too late, of course” It sounded more like a question as you timidly peered to Roger, your way to ask for his pardon.

He bit his lips before cracking a small smile, grabbing your forearm and tugging you into his embrace.

“’f course it’s not too late” You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as he did the same with your waist. “I’m glad your here” He whispered to your ear before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

You could feel Ally’s burning gaze on your back, still standing there but for once she was the one out of place, bitterly looking at the both of you.

“I’m so sorry Roger, I’m so stupid sometime” You murmured against his shoulder, sighing peacefully.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N). I should have understood after what Freddie said to you” You smiled gently at him as you raised your head, giving a deep kiss.

He seemed a bit surprise at the beginning, you weren’t really fan of big kiss in public but he happily replied, his lips moving in perfect synchrony with yours. When you heard Ally’s heels clicking furiously onto the floor as she made her way to the rest of the group, you couldn’t repress a smile curling up on your face.

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"What do you mean you going to Las Vegas next month ?" Brian asked exasperatedly at Roger who just broke the new about your little trip.

"Well, I want to spend a fun weekend with my future wife before we have to left for our tour" Roger smirked, an arm around your shoulder. "And I also have to cancel the wedding I had with Ally during our A Night at the opera tour, I mean I’m going to get married for real this time, want to do the things correctly" He gently squeezed your arm and you pressed back his thigh, where your hand was sagely resting.

Everyone decided to all go together at the restaurant to celebrate the album, you were sat next to Roger and his son was on his other side, calmly sipping his apple juice. You pinched your lips as you saw Ally’ shocked face when the blond talked about the cancellation of their wedding, truly priceless. She glanced at you and you pretended you didn’t see her nasty look. She probably regretted to told you about it now.

"But Rog, do you know both you and Ally are supposed to sign the paper ?" John pipped as he was cutting Emily’s meat.

"What ? No...I...do I really ?" Roger frowned and you tended your jaw as Ally looked deeply relieved. And amused.

"It make sense yes" Veronica shrugged. "She has to sign the paper to get married, it the same process to dissolve a marriage, I guess"

"Oh she’s not wrong Rog, you need me" Ally commented happily, her usual smirk back on her features. "I would love to come but I can’t bring Seth to Vegas, obviously"

Of course she would find a way to keep them married as long as she could. You cleared your throat and turned to Roger.

"Maybe your mom could watch Seth ? And Ally can go back to him as soon as the problem is solve"

"You’re right baby. I will call my mom tomorrow and book a ticket for you Ally” He nodded, satisfied to the solution you proposed and took a sip of his champagne.

Great, now Ally was tagging along for your romantic trip, absolutely awesome.

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You sighed annoyingly as you washed the dirty plates, mumbling against Ally. Who else anyway ? She was fucking rooted at your dinner’s table for the past hour, chatting with Roger. Seriously it was friday night, didn’t have something else to rather than squatting your living room ? She came to drop Seth for the weekend and Roger, always the sweetheart, offered a beer, it was a big mistake. She managed to drink so slowly that all the bubbles were popped, the thought that the beer was probably had become warm did put a smile on your face.

Then it was dinner time, earlier than usual as Seth was still young so obviously when the meal finished to cook, she was still here and the little boy asked her to eat with you and his father. Roger asked you if you were okay with that, like you could say something else than an of course. You didn’t want Seth to hate you because his mom was a bitch.

So you painfully watched Ally ate your delicious risotto and monopolizing the conversation, talking about her and as usual, the past.

“But then my mom, Seth and me went to Milan and oh I swear it’s probably my favourite city in Italy !” She was speaking too loudly and drinking your favourite bottle of red wine, giggling stupidly at every words which were coming out from Roger’s mouth. “Did you went to Italy (Y/N) ?

You contained yourself to not roll your eyes. The only time she spoke to you was to proving you how her life and love story with the drummer was better than you. It was subtle, making you even more annoyed.

“Sadly no, I never went to Italy” You gave a fake smile and took a large spoonful of your plate to stopping you from saying something nasty.

“ Oh ! That’s such a shame !” She was so over-dramatic, it was absolutely pathetic. “Roger brought me to Venice for one of my birthday, it was so romantic, right Rog ?”

She fluttered exaggeratedly her eyelashes to the drummer and this time you rolled your eyes, deeply. She was ashamed of nothing.

“I will bring you to Italy, love. We can go for our next Valentine’s day” He glanced tenderly at you and Ally’ smile disappeared into a thin line

But she kept going on, speaking about every things that could make you uncomfortable. The blond didn’t really answer, humming and nodding from time to time, focusing on make Seth eating his vegetables.

“Your risotto is really good (Y/N) !” Ally exclaimed as she pushed back her empty plate. You smiled and waited for the but coming. “The only thing, oh please don’t take it wrong...the meat had a strange taste” She made a whiny smile, shrugging.

“That’s because it’s not meat, it’s tofu Ally” You explained as you poured yourself another glass of wine, finishing the bottle but you didn’t want to grab another one, praying she would understand it was time to go.

“Tofu ? Why– can’t you to buy real meat ? Oh my...have you and Rog money’s problems ?” Roger shook his head with an amused smile.

“We don’t have any problems Ally, (Y/N) is vegetarian, that’s all”

“Oh...right. I heard it was kind of the new trend to follow” She watched her son eating the tofu without any problem and seemed almost annoyed by it. “More and more celebrities are doing it, but I didn’t think you would do it too (Y/N). Plus, I read somewhere that it wasn’t real safe for your health ya know ? Our body do need meat” She smiled gently but her ton was a tad too snobbish and pretentious for your taste.

Before the drummer could answer, you stood up to take away the empty plates, you couldn’t stand her presence for another minute.

“I’m vegetarian since I’m fifteen Ally, so thank you but you can keep your advices for someone who is interested in it” You gave her a big smile as she tensed at your mocking voice. “And I’m not doing it to follow the trend, but by personal conviction, you should try sometime”

Her outrageous face was absolutely priceless and couldn’t contain the smirk on your face. After that you heard her complain to Roger who was hiding his cheeky smile behind his hand.

You were supposed to put Seth to bed, as you wanted to bound more with the little boy but Ally ended to do it with Rog who insisted he could handle it by himself. But she insisted more. So you had to witness Roger and Ally bathed Seth, then read him a story as she was glued to the drummer’ side but Seth was so happy to have his both parent putting him to bed, it caused an ache in your heart.

“Thank you Rog, I spent a delicious evening with you, like always” She hugged a little bit too long and couldn’t resist to press a kiss on his cheek.

“See you on monday Ally” You didn’t even look at her when she finally left and sighed deeply.

Roger came to you and wrapped his arms around you waist, kissing softly your hairs. You scrunched you nose in disgust and quickly wiped away the flashy red lipstick from his cheek, making him laughed.

“She is annoying” You mumbled as you put your head on his chest.

“I know, I hope you ready for sunday, she’s gonna be even worse”

Seth’s fifth birthday was in two days and you were anything but ready to deal with Ally and her family

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(Forgive typos Im on a phone kinda TW for some body horror mostly implied) part 2? Maybe?

Shiro twists in his sleep, mumbling protests and pleas. Sweat plasters his pajamas to his body, thick enough to start soaking into his sheets.

"No, no, no, no!"

Curtis sits up in the dark, looking around. His heart thuds against his chest. Nothing there. No one there but Shiro.

"Takashi?" He asks in confusion. There has to be some reason he's awake. The small clock flashes 02:13am.

"Please stop, don't, nonono, please!" Shiro groans in his sleep, twisting and kicking some.

"Damnit," Curtis knows this dream. Or at least a variation of it. Takashi thinks he's strapped to the table again. These ones are the hardest to pull him out of. Half the time because he tangles himself in the sheets and panics.

"Don't take my arm, don't, I'll kill you all! No. Please no."

Half wondering how this will end, Curtis gets up and turns on the lights on low. And grabs a trashcan in case its one of those dreams that leaves Takashi puking his guts up. It's almost impossible to wake him up, and if he does it quickly or violently he'll make it worse.

So with shaking hands Curtis settles the trash can by the bed, refills the water they keep by the bed, and settles next to Shiro on the mattress, taking his left hand. "Okay Takashi. I need you to wake up now. I love you so much, and this kills me to watch. So tonight you'll wake up easier than usual."

Shiro twists again, hand clamping down on Curtis'. Thankful its not the metal hand, Curtis has a feeling his bones would be turned to powder if it had been.

"Well, we need to get the blankets off," he says reasonably. Stay calm. "Alright Takashi, just don't freak out and kick me..." Its happened once. Curtis was only knocked on his ass. No harm done. He's hit Shiro once. Just like he hit the relief worker who tried to get him to stop digging in the rubble.

Doing his best, he works the blankets free of his lover's body. The hardest part is just that Shiro hasn't let go of his hand.

He knows pouring water on him doesn't work. Shouting makes it worse. Yanking on him or shaking him usually makes it worse. Intensifies the nightmare more than anything else.

"You're flailing too much for me to curl up with you." That's usually best, honestly. Wrap himself around Shiro and talk to him until he wakes up.

Kissing the back of Shiros hand, Curtis does his best to slip behind him, avoiding the occasional twist and buck move that makes him sick to to his stomach. It tells him exactly where and how they had tied him up. And exactly how much practice Shiro has had trying to buck the restraints.

Curling his arm over Shiros middle. He tucks his head in tight between his shoulder blades so he won't get elbowed in the head. Talking into Shiros back, Curtis does his best to be reassuring. Pressing his forehead into Shiros spine, Curtis lets the tears run over his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry they did all this to you. I'm so sorry you can remember it so vividly. But I'm here and we're together. It's over sweetheart, it's over. I need you to wake up. You worry me... These night terrors scare the shit out of me Takashi. I know your therapist says you're doing better... I can see it, too, but god i can't wait for these to ease up."

Noting a change, he eases his body more firmly up against Shiros, holding him closer. "That's it," his voice shakes. "C'mon Takashi, wake up for me. Leave this behind." Completely unable to imagine what it was like, he's pretty sure they cut Shiros arm off in pieces. The things he says in his sleep, the way he sometimes looks at his hands... Maybe the only took bits at a time to see what he could survive. How much of each finger did he need to hold a weapon? How many fingers at all? He knows about the clones.

Holding back a sob, it rips out of him anyway.

"Curtis?" Shiro slurs, half awake. He twists as best he can. "Did they hurt you, too?" He has nightmares its not just him on the table. Sometimes its Curtis. Or Adam. Pidge. Allura. The paladins. Iverson. Other people from his cadet days. Sometimes when he first wakes up he's not sure what's real and what isn't.

Shifting all the way as Curtis loosens his grip, "What's wrong?" He asks, hands frantically searching for blood or missing pieces. "What did they do? What did they take?"

Mastering himself a little, "It's a nightmare. You're having a nightmare. Or you were. It's over. Takashi. I was never tortured with you."

Inhaling slowly and steadily, Shiro looks around. Notice things. Ground yourself. Curtis is real. And upset. "Oh god i didnt hurt you did I? In my sleep?" His hands start to search Curtis again, but far more gently this time.

"No. Im okay. Im okay Takashi," Curtis takes his hands and kisses both of Shiros palms.

"I can... We don't... This is a lot," Shiro says. "I can understand if you don't want to keep doing this."

"No," Curtis says sharply. Then softens his tone. "We both knew. Before we got too far in. We both knew. And you're working through it. I'd rather have these nights with you than lose you."

"Are you sure?" Shiro gives him a wry look. For all his eyes overflow with tears, completely ruining it.

"Yes, Im sure. Do you want to leave me? When i wake you up?"

"No! How could you even ask me th-.... Oh."

Curtis kisses the bridge of his nose. "Don't ask me again unless you actually want to break up with me."

"I don't want to break up with you," Shiro says indignantly. "I want to marry you." Then turns dark red. "Y'know.. When I'm better."

Curtis just stares. Then: "What if you don't?"

"Don't what?"

"Get better. Would you still marry me?"

"I'd always marry you. I love you."

"Then yes. Whenever you ask, the answer is yes."

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written-at-sea · 6 years

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White Wolf - Stucky x Reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (eventually)

Summary: While on a mission to eliminate a new threat, the Avengers come across you, a genetically engineered hybrid that people call the White Wolf. Though many in the team are against it, they take you in to train and keep a close eye on you, rather than let you run free. But what happens when while gaining their trust, you fall for the two Super Soldiers who have been nothing but torn about you since your arrival?

Warnings: A touch of Angst, Drama, Language, mild Violence, Poly Relationship and a lot of Fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Hey everyone ^^ This is my first time writing a Marvel Fic, so do forgive if I make small mistakes. Timeline wise, this doesn’t have a proper place, but I imagined it somewhat between CW and IW, at least after Buck joins the team. Like I said, no real timeline, and with certain people not included. This is honestly just a bit of fun for me, and an excuse to thirst over Steve and Bucky. Still, I really hope you enjoy it and that my writing isn’t as shitty as I fear.

[Pt. 2]

[Part one]

The mission was one of the easiest so far. Infiltrate the building, knock out the guards and work their way to the centre of the base. Thanks to their planning and some inside help, the team could split up without problems, Clint, Nat and Wanda combing through the west side, Tony and Sam on the top floors and Steve and Bucky on the east. Vision had opted to stay near the jet, only to be called in if needed, Bruce was back at the tower and Thor - well only Hell knew where he was currently.

It was only when a siren went off when Bucky and Steve were trying to force their way into one of the hallways that chaos broke out. He’d heard Tony say to look out for the sensors near the labs, but they’d apparently been hidden way better than they’d expected. With a fight breaking out as soon as they entered the hall, Steve only just managed to communicate to the team what had happened.

“We kind of messed up down here”, shielding himself from the hail of gunfire, Steve glimpsed Bucky advancing towards the next door, “They know we’re in the building now, so watch out”.

“Great work, Cap”, he heard Natasha say, sarcasm heavy, “Not like that siren could be heard in the entire building. They’re currently coming after us as well”.

Tony’s impatient sigh rang through the line. “Just move quickly. Does anyone have any indication to where the experiments are hidden?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Clint interrupted him. “We have nothing so far. This part of the building is generally deserted; I don’t think we need three people here”.

He thought quickly, making the last of the still firing agents as he did. “Right, Nat, come down here to me and Buck. I trust that Wanda and Clint will be fine alone”.

“On my way”.

The line went silent except for the occasional quiet instructions or Tony’s swears as he and Bucky managed to beat down the stream of resistance and kick open the door to what seemed to be a medical ward and or laboratory. There were lifeless, naked bodies on tables and equipment along the walls, syringes with a strange liquid in them lying on tables. A shiver ran down their spines at the sight, an air of foreboding lingering in the room.

“Creepy, isn’t it?” Bucky muttered, reloading the gun he was holding. Steve nodded, motioning towards the doors leading off of the room. “Keep going, we should be encountering them soon”.

“Where are you?” Tony interjected over the earpiece, sounding out of breath, “Find anything?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a room they used to experiment”, Steve focused on one of the bodies. It had cuts and injections strewn across the skin, which was a sickly yellow colour. “Nothing but dead victims. You might want to take a look at the substances they have here though”.

“No kidding this is creepy”, Natasha’s voice made both of them jump, the redhead assassin coming up behind them. She was unharmed but for a shallow cut along her cheek and a bleeding lip. With an unreadable expression, she looked around, eyes running across the bodies.

“Nat, can you take the door on the left?” Steve said, interrupting whatever thoughts she’d been in. She nodded, and he threw Bucky a look. “Door in the middle for yo-”

A deafening crash resounded around them, followed by a loud rumbling and what sounded like a surprised yelp from Wanda over the line.

“Clint? Clint, Wanda, you alright?” Sam’s voice was briefly heard, taking the words straight out of Steve’s mouth.

“We’re fine”, he heard Clint pant, “Half the ceiling in the upper west wing collapsed. Shouldn’t be too bad, but we’ll get out of here before this whole thing falls apart”.

“Get down here then”, Steve instructed, looking up at the ceiling, “And move fast, we could probably use some help sooner or later”.

He gave a confirming nod to the waiting Bucky and Natasha, and all three of them moved in their respective directions. Just as he gathered his strength to run down the door in front of him, Clint’s suddenly tense voice rang in his ear.

“Cap, I think we might have found one of the experiments”.

[Your P.o.v]

So this is how you die.

As the ceiling collapses down onto you, you instinctively close your eyes. Metal hits the side of your head, knocking you to the ground, only to be covered in broken wood and stone debris. Dust rises to your lungs and you gasp for air, feeling hot blood run down the back of your neck.

Everything was blurred. Your eyes wouldn’t focus properly as you opened them, your left arm trapped under the same metal that had hit you over the head. You struggled to sit up, to move, to do something as you stare up into the abyss of darkness threatening to overpower your senses.

But maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was for the best that you died, you thought as your head fell back and you groaned in agony. Pain shot up your spine, body throbbing as you tried your hardest to free yourself, chest heaving.

The door to your right is thrown open, rubble and dust raining down on the entering figures. You can’t see who it is, don’t know if they’re the intruders or the people keeping you here. Ultimately, it didn’t make a difference.

They both catch sight of you, lying there, helplessly trapped. You cry out for help, not knowing or caring if it was even a good idea. The instinct to survive is pulsing through your veins, heart beating too rapidly in your chest.

You don’t hear them making their way towards you; don’t see them until they’re bent over you, an arrow pointed to your face. Vision still foggy, you try to speak, but only hoarse, scratchy sounds exit your mouth.

“Cap, I think we found one of the experiments”, the man says with a strained tone, arrow still directed straight between your eyes, “Female, with white animal ears perched on her head. She’s trapped in wreckage from the ceiling and is bleeding out from the back of her head, but still alive. What do we do?”

Your vision slowly clears again and you can hear every word being said over what seemed to be an earpiece. Your fingers twitched around your own, listening involuntarily.

“Did you say animal ears?” a man says in a sharp tone, “What kind of animal do they look like?”

He pulled the arrow back and bent slightly closer to you. His face was lined and weather beaten, a strong contrast to the much younger looking girl beside him, who had her hands cautiously held out before her.

“Dog or Wolf’s, I think”, he draws back, still looking suspiciously at you. His eyes ran over what you could see of your body and, looking back up, spotted the sharp canines in your mouth. You feel the blood flowing consistently down the back of your head and know you don’t have much time left.

“She looks like she’s been trained and her teeth mimic an animal’s as well. What do we do, Tony?”

Something that sounds like teeth grinding together sounds from the other end of the line. “Steve, what do you think?”

“Sounds like a bit of a threat to me, Stark”, a younger sounding male voice reports back, “But like you’re describing it, I don’t think she can resist or fight back”.

The coin dropped as you heard him say Stark. Those were the Avengers, coming to destroy the cooperation that had experimented on you, and probably even you.

You looked at the man and the girl again. Hawkeye, Clint Barton by name, had his eyes narrowed at you, but bow lowered. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, still simply stared at you, expression one you couldn’t read.

Suddenly a strong pain ebbed over you, and you cried out, blackness clouding your vision once more. Wanda bent closer, long hair dangling over your face. She looked more concerned than scared, dark eyes boring into yours.

“I think we should take her with us”, she said, and your eyes widened slightly, “Look, if she somehow recovers or someone from here finds her as soon as we’re gone, they’ll have her on their side. Its better we save her now and decide later. She’s falling unconscious with every second”.

And that was, indeed, the last you heard. With a quiet groan, your eyes closed and your head fell back against the stones behind you. Darkness overcame your senses, and the ringing in your ears finally stopped.

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Since I’ve been putting it off due to lingering sicky feels, etc.

Here’s the far too long and far too unedited and written at 4am vacation rundown NO ONE ASKED FOR! (huzzah!)

So, yeah. I arrived at the new Amtrak station in the city which is a major upgrade from the trailer park reject of station the old one was. Way roomier. Could use a coffee stand or something but yeah. Improvement. Had to go underground under the tracks and back up to get to the very cold surface, it must suck in the winter.

About an hour, hour and a half into the trip I quickly realized that a.) all I wanted to do was sleep, and b.) that my throat was burning. I assumed this was due to the absurdly cold, non-stop dry ass air conditioning, but no. This bitch got sick for her entire trip. On the plus side I had the seats to myself for the majority of the trip, but still. I barely watched any CR or anything because I was miserable the entire time. Ya don’t wanna be miserable for 10+ hours on a train.

Got to Boston, to @conniecorleone‘s frightening apartment stairs. My bag was way too heavy and she troopered through taking it up them for me without dying. So if you ever need a tank in battle, call Rachel.

Hung out a little. Ordered some Five Guys. Watched a couple episodes of the first season of American Horror Story. I get the appeal but also never needed to see Dermot Mulroney’s ass.

Rach was busy with work stuff a lot early in the week, not helped by some dumbass school shooting threat the week before and kept apologizing while still going above and beyond as a hostess while I just felt guilty for getting snot on her sheets.

Day two I colored a bit. I can do a wicked water gradient with erasable colored pencils, for the record. Hung out. Relaxed. Used a lot of Zicam and Advil. Then we were on way to The Middle East for her conehead space boyfriend.

We waited like, an hour? In the chilly mist outside? The show started like AN HOUR LATE after that. The venue was nice but man, the mood was getting close to dead at points, especially since, again, FUCKIN SICK. But Planet Booty came on and while, a little on the bordering too raunchy side, put on a fucking amazing live show. Dylan has an absurd amount of energy that should be bottled and sold, but if it were it might result in the orgypocalypse. I saw a youtube comment that said he’s ‘very touchy lol’ and truer words never spoken. That man will grind on you and sing directly in your earlobe with his tongue if you are front row and happily, I was not. Yet somehow I still ended up with his sweat on my sweater sleeve thanks to someone being a dumbass and high fiving him after their set and not being able to handle the consequences. Ahem.

THEN TWRP TOOK LIKE ANOTHER GODDAMN HALF HOUR???

But I FORGIVE THEM because they were GREAT and played Daft Punk’s Celebrate in honor of motherfuckin Canadian Thanksgiving so... fine... I guess. My only complaint is they didn’t do The Perfect Product even though I get that’s probably a weird thing to do live. Also minimal keytar and Sung almost decapitated himself but you know... it happens. They DID do Tactile Sensation though which is a fucking jam. And Atomic Karate, ofc. And Meouch broke his fucking bass string which is like? Fucking hardcore? He came down like a foot away from us at one point. It was dope. They’re amazing live and have no right to be for dudes in ridiculous robot costumes playing synth in the year 2018 and rolling around stage on a hoverboard. Sadly I brought minimal memory cardage this year and didn’t get a lot of good video of them.

Afterwards, despite *someone* almost passing out, we hung out in the merch lines and did NOT accidentally cut ahead this time. I got a free signed poster because it was my birthday vacation ayyyyy and bought a couple EPs and the Together Through Time album. Then hopped over the PB’s line and got two hugs from Dylan who hung out and talked to/hugged/got selfies with every single person who got into line there and just? Good dude. Pure dude. Awful stache but... thumbs up human being. I got their Naked album and we headed out back to the apartment and some delivered Dominos (which was the only good Dominos I’ve ever had in my life.)

Day three I accidentally slept until like 4pm. Literally what else did we do that day? I cannot remember for the life of me. We might have went to Dunkin at like 9pm and she showed me a weird omnipotent plastic ear hanging on an electric wire? Was that this day? I have no fucking idea. Her Netflix and supply of Puffs tissues were my best friends this trip okay.

Day four she went to class and I relaxed and intended to walk to the mall. Unfortunately, my sick bleh hit and I didn’t feel up to going until about ten minutes before she got back. So we ended up heading over there together. I made her try Baja Blast, as is customary in my nation, and got her to try some green matte lipstick. Success. I was highkey hoping they would have a Build-A-Bear in the joint but they didn’t. They did have a Newbury though, that had the six-inch Roadhog pop which I’ve had a hard time finding locally, so I said fuck it and bought it.

That night was MST3k live! The theater was old as dirt. The kind of old as dirt where the flooring is bowing in. They had real strict rules on cameras and shit, which I get for the sake of spoilers but c’mon.... c’mon. Their merch sucked unfortunately though, so I didn’t waste any money on anything (for some reason they had 2017 tour stuff? It’s... not 2017?). The show itself was good, though I was wondering before it started how sick they must get of doing the same movie in different towns almost every other night. Pretty quickly realized oh, yeah, a lot of this show was likely pre-riffed. They did pull a kid from the stage at one point so he could guest riff off a script from Joel, which I’m thinking was a clever little insert fraction of the riff they did live between segments. I could be wrong, but on that front, it felt a little cheap. But it was still fun to see the boys and the bots live and have jokes cracked about not being able to afford the villains for the tour. And The Brain itself was........ I don’t know what I was expecting but..... it sure was.... something. The novelty was worth it and I will still gladly marry Crow T. Robot.

We went across the street to a little pub stop that was I think called Rock Bottom after that and got some much needed late night food. For some reason my brain was like “man, I could go for chicken fried steak right now” and don’t you know IT WAS ON THE FUCKIN MENU? WITH GARLIC CHEDDER MASHED POTATOES? Boston, much like with wings, does not know what country gravy is, but it was still everything I fucking wanted and did not expect to find, so A+. Also I was wearing a dress with shorts underneath it and stuck to the goddamn stool. Such is life.

Day five was rainy and miserable. I tagged along to university with Rach and it sucked, honestly. Being on a campus makes me feel awkward and the whole still being sick thing didn’t help. I ended up taking a walk way around the block to a Starbucks and getting the worst fucking frap I’ve ever paid too much money for. Went back around. Sat in the library. Felt even shittier. Started googling food places. Yard House wasn’t far but I didn’t want to deal with crossing a lot of traffic, especially if the rain started back up (it did, with a vengeance). So I ended up back around the block at some Olive Garden-esque fake Italian place with not an Italian in sight called Bertucci’s for some bland chicken-less fettuchini alfredo (because, as I’d reasoned with myself, I had chicken three times the day before). It was dimly lit, I had a booth to myself, and the water had the sweet skullet and braided beard combo I had liveblogged. People kept complimenting my tattoo. It was nice and no one seemed overly bothered that I was clearly killing time until I spent probably way too long in the restroom after trying to look alive. I tipped the dude ten bucks and left in the pouring rain with my umbrella.

From her school we took the world’s longest Uber to Parts Fucking Unknown in awful traffic and rain to find a Double Tree where @freakishlytallaustralian‘s parents were staying for a hot minute during their brief little US tour on their way to Europe. I’ve never met Mandi in person, but I’ve now met her parents who say she’s gotten to know a good bloke. She looks exactly like her mom. They were sweet. Anxious but sweet. And I am a freak who doesn’t talk and was sick trying to seem presentable at the bare minimum capacity.

Back ~home~ we ordered some JP Licks ice cream (BROWNIE BROWNIE BATTER!!! BROWNIE. BROWNIE. BATTER.), I watched CR and some stupid videos on the internet with her. Got some sleep. Sort of. Barely.

Despite Matt Mercer nearly succeeding at lulling me to sleep and eating my dreams, it didn’t happen, and I could not get comfortable for the life of me. The “coughing every five seconds in bed” started this night and was not having mercy. So I opted out of another day of hanging around campus to try and get some more rest. It didn’t really work, but I did eventually get a solid three hours or so, so it was something.

As the day progressed it was onward to the Science Museum to meet Ron the T-Rex. There was a wedding happening. How appropriate, for Bravier funko pops to have come along on the day of a blessed union. Coincidence? I think not. A turtle kept falling off a branch when he was trying to nap. There was some space stuff. It wasn’t great. But I got a little stuffed dinosaur and that’s Important.

From there we hit up the same movie theater we went to the year before and saw Bad Times At The El Royale. Do recommend. Chris Hemsworth as a Charles Manson was not something I ever thought I’d see, and I still don’t understand it, but it rather predictably works for me, so we’ll leave it at that. Good movie, good performances, good pacing and editing that could have easily not been. See it, it’s fun. Not perfect, but fun.

It was COLD AS BALLS after the movie and neither of us brought jackets or sweaters, so the walk to the train station and back ~home~ was a chilly one. We stopped in, got some warmth, and headed down the road past her old place to a bar. If we didn’t appreciate TWRP and PB enough already, the band she had to pay cover for us to get in for just to pick up food were about 8 upper middle aged men playing every instrument in the book. Afropunk, they said. No, we said. Offkey, we said. This place was dark as shit and loud as shit but you know what? They KNEW WHAT REAL, HOT CHICKEN WINGS WERE and for that, I am appreciative dammit.

Went back, got some more Dominos, and was finally introduced to John Mulaney’s (or two of) comedy specials. He’s genius and I *understand* it now, tumblr. I get it. We ate way too much and did my laundry.

The week had come and gone way too soon and I felt robbed of my good time by how shitty I felt. Hopping on the train the next day (after a godawful uber ride) was just as depressing as the time before. And even though I didn’t feel as miserable as the trip there, and once again had a window seat to myself, I found myself curled up against my hoodie crying trying to fall asleep again knowing I was already headed back home.

Once the initial depression passed, the trip wasn’t bad. The iced latte was good. The Albany stop not as confusing the second time around. The WiFi kept me company. Eventually my aunt texted me asking if I wanted to hit up Stevie T’s on the way home because they were 24hr and neither of us had eaten all night. It was a plan. Get off, get food, come home, faceplant on my own big comfy bed, vow to deal with my dad’s drama in the morning and call it a night.

Then *that* happened. Yeah. Last year? Every stop, regardless of time of night, they made announcements. They came by, checked the marker above your seat, and if you were due off at the next stop told you it was coming up, would help with luggage if needed, and directed you to the correct door to exit the train. This year? Nothing. They decided to stop making announcements right before the Rochester stop, and no one came by in our car to tell us where to get off. Stopped, myself and the other person due off at that stop, a late-teens girl, went to the door at the front of our car where every other stop had gotten off before us. We assumed since no one said differently, and no attendants were around, that must be it. We were idiots. Because by the time we realized hey, they’re not going to open this door and we should go to the far other end of the train, it was already moving again en route to Buffalo.

We found ourselves in the dining booths by the cafe car while the staff made vague remarks and the conductor acted like it wasn’t his problem. My aunt on the phone talked to the Rochester station, we tried to claim I didn’t even have a reservation until about two other people looked up my ticket. They said it was up to the conductor to get us a cab home, he laughed at us, claimed to know nothing about any of that, and asked if were were going to buy the bus tickets the other girl was looking up. The bus for 3am, in downtown Buffalo, nowhere near the station. When we got off the staff at the Depew station was a lot more sympathetic, and said since nothing else was being offered he would put us on the next train back home, but since it was a Sunday morning there was no train to Rochester until roughly 7:45am. It was about 1:30 at this point. I felt awful for encouraging the other girl not to pay for two ubers and a bus ticket with the only alternative being offered to sit alone in an empty, unstaffed station in the middle of the night for hours. And between the situation, being tired and still sick, and dealing with my aunt calling hotels only to get put on hold and lose the room she was trying to reserve - I put my bags in a corner, found the restroom, and had a panic attack. I don’t know why, but those tend to be stupid like that. It’s not even like I was scared, or confused, or that worried myself. I started out very ‘whatever, I’ll just get a room or stay in the station, I’m pissed but whatever’. But something about the constant calls and texts and my battery nearing 0 had me stressed and I was crying like a bitch. I just wanted to fucking sleep, and I knew that wouldn’t happen in a train station with nothing but some benches, a restroom, and a vending machine.

Rach suggested an alternative I felt guilty about taking but ended up going for: Get to her parents house just outside Buffalo, get their spare key, and sleep on their couch while they’re out of town with their blessing. So I called an Uber, and the first one passed me by, with the gps fucking up and saying I should be picked up ON THE TRAIN TRACKS. The second guy was smart enough to come to the cab pickup out front and was really cool. He said he was just thankful I wasn’t a fucked up drunk college party kid and the first all night. He didn’t comment on how I probably definitely looked like I’d just been broken up with in the world’s worst romcom. It was over 20 bucks and I tipped him the max. Found my way inside, set up the couch, and continued my momentarily on hold panic until I eventually passed out. My Aunt came to pick me up in the morning, I got carsick, we had mediocre diner breakfast and what’s after that isn’t news worth talking about. Isn’t it bad enough the tail end of the trip took up like a third of this post?

All in all... it felt like a disaster. I’m not gonna lie. In weird ways the stars aligned that TWRP would end up on Conan the night of their show and have to reschedule to the day I came to town, but I paid for it with otherwise bad timing and my body deciding against me having a good time. Fun was had, don’t get me wrong. The good was good and any chance to get away from... this, is appreciated, but it just seemed like everything went awry.

Mucho thanks to @conniecorleone again, for letting me crash on the futon and be my usual bland self, even blander while ill, and also buying me expensive cold syrup and a-many ubers.

We’ll see if Massachusetts and I ever cross paths again.

#sam does boston round two

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How I Would Fix The Last Jedi

So it’s been a while since The Last Jedi premiered and with the initial hype and anger settling down, more people are looking at it through a proper critical lens. The more posts I see critiquing The Last Jedi, the more I’m starting to realize it’s got a lot more problems than I thought. Don’t get me wrong, I still like it and found certain elements the best of the franchise, but perhaps I focused a little too much on being positive just to drown out all the anger (which to be fair, most of it was unwarranted to begin with). And thankfully now that most of the more pissy fanboys quieted down, I can post this in peace.

This film’s biggest problem was the lack of a good editor to keep the pacing consistent and allot the right amount of character development for everyone. So I’ll be addressing some of the major concerns with The Last Jedi and analyzing where and how problems could be fixed.

1. Leia’s Fate

Given Carrie Fisher’s death, some fans were anticipating Leia would possibly be killed off during The Last Jedi. But since she’s still alive at the very end, now they’re going to have to find a way to do that off screen unless they have enough spare footage from The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi to fill the gaps. To be totally fair with how much they filmed with Carrie, this was probably the best they could do without reshooting most of the film and pushing back the release date. Plus, this is the last time we’ll get to see her--- let me have Super Leia in Space. I think the only way they could work around this would be to record lines mentioning her depleting health given how long she was in space, even with using the Force to save herself. It’d at least give some foreshadowing that maybe she won’t make it to see the Rebellion win and drive our main heroes to follow in her footsteps.

2. No Memorial for Han Solo?

Yes, more than two years passed and the shock of Han Solo’s death faded for the fans, but for the characters, only mere hours passed. Leia lost her husband, Chewie lost a best friend, Rey lost a father figure, and Luke lost a brother-in-law. They should still be torn up about this, especially Luke given all his guilt on failing his nephew. It’s really hard to believe that there wasn’t even so much as a memorial for one of the greatest heroes of the Rebellion. Imagine how much more gut-wrenching the opening would be if they were caught off guard while mourning Han.

I want more of Rey depressed and angry that the one father figure she’s known was offed by his own son without mercy. I want more of Luke’s guilt eating him which increases his reluctance towards training cause he doesn’t know if this will happen again and who else he’ll lose. Han’s death should still have a massive impact on the story and where the Resistance will go without a legendary fighter with such a special spark you won’t find anywhere else in the galaxy.

3. Admiral Holdo’s Reckless Shit

It’s really hard to gauge if I actually like Admiral Holdo because the film is back-and-forth between pulling the rug from under us with the character drama and forgetting the high stakes of their present situations. I get that Poe is hot-headed and needs to learn patience, but c’mon, you’re losing precious ships and lives the longer you stall and don’t just tell this trigger-happy nut what’s going on. She has no reason to be so secretive, and it’s just plain irresponsible given the small size of the Resistance. There’s no effort on her end as a leader to work together with some people, and unfairly talks down to them like children. And I know Leia does this too with Poe when she demoted him, but they have a quasi-mother/son dynamic where it works because they were working together longer than Poe has with Holdo. They might as well be strangers for almost two hours.

I definitely don’t hate Holdo as much as the rest of the fandom does, but we need more of her side with nuance on the divide and finding balance between fighting and self-preservation, especially as she leads in place of Leia and the two were close friends for decades. But you don’t get that connection and how much the Resistance means to her mere minutes before she dies. She comes off way too heartless than necessary for this side-plot. And it sucks because it’s a fascinating struggle between action and self-preservation in regards to rebellion and knowing when to do what to make actual progress, but it’s buried too deep in the subtext underneath the needless bickering between Holdo and Poe. Just show what she’s up to from the get-go, validate her reasoning, and allow her to be a likable character so her major sacrifice actually feels earned and not a last minute sympathy grab for Poe to learn a lesson.

4. What was Benicio del Toro’s Character Again?

Oh yeah, DJ.... I legit had to Google to remember the character’s two-letter name. And if that’s not enough to say he has no purpose in this movie, I don’t know what is. I get that he’s supposed to parallel Lando Calrissian when he tricks Han Solo back in Empire Strikes Back. But while Lando still had screentime afterwards to double-cross the Empire and join the Rebellion anyway, DJ just freaking disappears, and it’s never addressed what happens to him after turning in Finn and Rose. Honestly, if you wrote him out of the movie, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. And it sucks, because this side plot had great themes going on with war profiteering and the apathy towards both the Resistance and the First Order so long as one has something to gain from their deals.

If you’re going to parallel Lando’s arc from Empire, don’t cut it short when it’s getting good and have DJ consider the consequences of his actions, regardless if he joins the Resistance or not. Set up some foreshadowing for the next movie where DJ is completely working for the First Order or the Resistance and realizes how much picking a side does matter with rising authoritarianism. It has great potential for whether or not he’s redeemed with how long his apathy will take hold so long as he makes a quick buck.

Or better yet, just entirely replace DJ with an older Lando who lost his sense of hope with the rise of the First Order and hides away on Canto Bight waiting for age to catch up to him, living in blissful ignorance while the rest of the galaxy crumbles. He’s the decoder Finn and Rose were looking for all along and this was Maz’s way to coerce Lando back into the Rebellion. Much like Luke, Lando is reluctant to fight and see any hope, but upon hearing of Han’s death and Leia’s condition, regret eats him for all the years he spent away from his closest friends and just wasting his life on gambling and drinking. He finally agrees to help Finn and Rose, but they only get so far before getting caught by the First Order, just barely escaping with their lives and reuniting with the rest of the Resistance for the film’s climax.

5. Finn Overcoming Stormtrooper Past

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I think this deleted scene speaks for itself on all the missed opportunity in developing Finn. That’s not to say he’s totally devoid of screentime as it’s still fun to see him with Rose exploring Canto Bight and getting caught up in their own misadventures. But many were hoping this would be the perfect time to explore his traumatic past and how Stormtroopers work in this world. Maybe he’d try to go back, save them from the brainwashing and help them realize they’re just senselessly murdering innocent people for nothing.

Holdo even has a line where she refers to Finn as a Stormtrooper almost in disgust, so you’d think there would be more time to show his change over to the Resistance and proving himself not just as a powerful ally, but someone who is more than their past. Someone who can finally break the cycle of children being taken away from their families to become disposable soldiers. But his battle with Phasma comes and goes so quickly and doesn’t leave as big of an impact as it should, and much like Force Awakens it feels like they’re playing great cards far too early. This deleted scene works so much better when you see the gears turning in the Stormtroopers when they realize their leader is just a massive coward, and it ends perfectly with Finn proudly calling himself “rebel scum.” It’s still beyond me why this scene was scrapped. They either needed to keep this in or have Phasma survive and make a grand final battle for Episode IX.

I want that spark of rebellion to ignite in the Stormtroopers where they realize “wait, what the hell are we even fighting for?” and dismantle the First Order from the inside out by Episode IX. It’d make a great parallel to the prequels and Order 66 but completely recontextualized in a story of rebellion and redemption. Throw in some of the Resistance saving children from growing up into soldiers, tragically epic scenes of sacrifice, and boom, there’s a climax of Episode IX practically writing itself.

6. Shut up Ben Solo-Organa

Now, I like Kylo Ren as a villain-- he’s similar to Anakin Skywalker’s whininess in the prequels except made legitimately terrifying with the fragile toxic masculinity of wanting to be stronger and powerful by any means necessary. However, I can’t do the woobifying, both from large sects of the fandom and Rian Johnson. I would be a lot more forgiving of his character development in The Last Jedi if Johnson made Kylo Ren’s intents more clear without implying any romance between him and Rey-- fucking really (and sorry, not sorry, the only thing I ship Kylo with is a swift kick in the ass).

I get that we need temptations of the dark side as part of the classic Star Wars story, and I love the twist on it where Kylo turning to the dark side was ultimately his choice and not because Luke failed him-- especially as killing Snoke didn’t flip him back to the light like when Vader killed the Emperor. But the heart of that particular recontextualization should be on the student-teacher relationship between Rey and Luke and not Kylo Ren sniveling like an infant. It walks a thin line of making Kylo Ren almost too sympathetic and forgetting how he ended up with the First Order to begin with. I don’t care how many puppy dog faces he makes; as shown by the end of the film, he’s not ready for redemption, if it will ever be in his grasp. His excess screentime of what we already know undermines Rey and Luke’s relationship which should be the focus of the former’s arc in The Last Jedi. But unfortunately, it isn’t as strong as it was with Luke and Yoda or Obi-wan and Anakin because the film has to juggle with a dozen other plotlines and characters.

Hopefully with J.J Abrams back in the directing chair, maybe he can steer the focus back on the films and what the fans really want. Granted, I don’t think The Last Jedi deserved nearly the level of vitriol it got within the last year, but even I couldn’t ignore some of the major problems and missed opportunities to get its themes across.

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monkeypretzel · 6 years

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OK, so far so good. Nice to hear from Joel after six months of near-silence. Things are going really well? That’s good news! You’re going into the studio Monday? Well, I guessed that from the high level Season 11 backers being invited to have set visits at their expense a few months ago talking about how excited they were for next week. I hope they have lots of fun.

I get that secrecy is very important to you, Joel. Not necessarily because of having everything be a big surprise for the fans, but maybe a little bit because you don’t have to listen to any questions about what you’re doing when nobody knows what you’re doing.

No, certainly you don’t want to make shows by committee, because again that involves answering questions and as you’ve stated in numerous interviews, the creative process can’t be questioned. You can’t explain why something is funny, after all. I’m going to believe you when you say you took suggestions from the fans seriously, but I question which of those fans they are. Are they the fans that have hundreds of dollars to meet you at VIP events and premieres, or the ones with thousands of dollars to get invited to set visits in secret? Jonah has tweeted that he (they?) pretty much doesn’t bother to read comments, so I wonder how much the feedback is filtered before it reaches you? Do you read the hundred of thousands of comments or do you rely on others to tell you what they said? I suppose I shouldn’t ask questions like that. I don’t understand creativity, I guess. But you’re welcome, anyway.

Hmmm. Suddenly there’s a whole lot about binge-watching that really hasn’t been a point of previous updates or interviews. “How to tweak the Forrester experiments...”...to the way Netflix’s viewing model works. Hmmm. Given the next paragraph talking about new viewers not giving the show a chance because of the length, it sounds like Season 12 failed to get the viewership metrics Netflix wanted to see. Fewer new, unique viewers and more people who were playing the show on repeat. Then we hit the interesting part. The “concept” of the season will be different.

What concept? The concept where Kinga is continuing her family’s experiment to gain their approval? The concept where Kinga was a reluctant mad scientist -in-training? The concept where the point of the experiments was to sell out to Disney for big money? The concept where the point was to blow up the MST3K brand and make it a household name? All of these are concepts Joel said were major parts of last season. This is intriguing...what direction will Season 12 take, and how will it get there? How will it be “warped” (read: totally changed) and “written to encourage binge watching”? Well, the encourage binge watching part hints very strongly at a continuing storyline, where each episode has to be seen in order to make sense and you have to watch all of them to understand what’s going on.

Will the same fans who dislike Season 8 because Sci-Fi forced a storyline onto a show that didn’t need it dislike Season 12 because Netflix is forcing changes to a show that doesn’t need them?

Yup, that’s what this section of the update is doing, and in all sincerity credit to Joel for putting the spin on it he is. This is Covering Your Ass 101. Without saying it explicitly, Joel has told the fans that Netflix is behind the changes to Season 12, and that you can blame the dreaded “Executive Meddling” instead of him if you don’t like the result. And it’s working! So far what most people are focusing on is the six episodes part, and the comments make it clear they believe it Netflix’s fault for only funding six episodes because they don’t support or believe in the show. Well, if fans expected more than 10 episodes tops from a Netflix season that’s unrealistic wishing. I personally thought between 8 and 10, but six isn’t out of line. Focusing on the amount of episodes right now is the only thing concrete most fans have, unless they’re willing to do the deeper analysis. And honestly, we don’t know if Netflix said you’re only doing six episodes, or if Joel is only making six episodes because that’s all he can get out of the funds he was given. (The only behind the scenes info I have on this is a rumor from someone who allegedly has a friend at Netflix that the negotiations did NOT go smoothly last year between Official MST3K and Netflix, and that boy! Season 12 is VERY important, make or break time.) As for getting the season out more quickly because it’s shorter, I’ll take that at face value, but with the knowledge that Joel suffers from terminal lateness in pretty much everything he’s involved in. It’s not out of line to think they put some strict deadlines into the contract. It certainly doesn’t promise, as some fans have been quick to latch onto, that future seasons of MST3K will be released once or even twice a year.

14 episodes was a lot of episodes. It would be really nice if you have at least the same amount of studio time, maybe even more, to shoot 6 episodes worth of content instead of 14. I hope the increased focus results in a show that addresses the problems and criticisms the fans brought up about Season 11. But someday would you let the fans in on what the whole picture is, too?

Hoo-boy. I talked about this yesterday, so I’m not going to rehash it here. But again, the spin is dizzying. “We’re going to offer you a chance to give us money (for no specified reason) because you guys WANTED to have a chance to give us more money!” Seriously? That’s going to work? Well, yeah, of course it’s going to work. There’s a huge chunk of the fanbase that has plenty of disposable income to throw at Joel because he makes them feel all fuzzy warm inside or something. Just look at how the elite backers are treated compared to the rest of the fanbase. Money determines your worth now as an MST3K fan, and no, I’m not the only person out there who’s noticed.

Again, you don’t ask for money unless you need money for something. I’ll be a lot more forgiving of Joel, and might even apologize for jumping to conclusions, if the rewards offered to the customers are reasonably priced. After all, we don’t have to fund a new season this time, because it’s been funded by Netflix. So you don’t need to ask for $100 for a six episode season box set or $75 bucks for a tote bag or $7500 for a bot puppet now, right?

Right?

(This is my inner bitter bitch speaking, but remember how I complained we only hear from Joel in the past year when he’s trying to sell the fans something? When he’s asking for money? Hmmm.)

Hey, you know, we screwed up fulfilling the reward from the last fundraiser big time, so much so that it’s over two and a half years later and we have NO IDEA when the coffee table book is going to get released, and we have NO IDEA why some of you didn’t get the stuff you paid for, and we have NO IDEA why any of the screw ups happened (or at least we’re not going to tell you), but give us more of your money, because even though we’re going to do things pretty much the same way with a lot fewer people, you can trust us that everything will go perfectly this time. (But don’t expect us to lower the prices any. We couldn’t do that. Even though we don’t need the money. At all. Nope, nothing to see here.) Anyway, that’s all icky business stuff so I don’t care about it. I don’t know why you people are so concerned over not getting what you paid for and were promised, anyway. Can you just finish it up for once and for all so we can move on and forget this happened?

You have so much more. Like all that behind-the-scenes stuff you promised to share April 14, 2017. I really can’t wait to see that, Joel. No, I can’t wait, because I’ve given up all hope of you meaning anything you say. This whole update is one of the greatest exercises in conveying intended meanings without actually saying anything that one can be pinned down on I’ve ever seen. It’s a masterpiece of laying groundwork, shifting blame, and ass-covering. No wonder it took months to come out with this.

TL;DR: "I loved it! It was much better than Cats! I'm going to see it again and again!"

#mst3k #mst3k the return #mst3k discourse #fandom wank #i do hope season 12 doesn't suck for the sake of the fans who love the reboot #but it's all so disingenuous #all fandoms have limits

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bucky-fvcking-barnes · 6 years

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Stay [Bucky x Reader] Oneshot

Stay: In which you take a hit during a mission and Bucky tells you he loves you while you're dying in his arms.

Anonymous wrote: "i have a request/idea, can you write about a near death situation and bucky finally saying the L word to the reader for the first time? i love your writing so much"

Words: 2,513

Warnings: Violence, language, angst.

A/N: First of all, this is my first request fulfillment so I really hope I didn't disappoint! And thank you so much for saying you love my writing, that means a lot to me! Please forgive me for how shitty I am at writing fight scenes/violence, I really have no excuse for it so all I can ask is that you please look past it lol. Let me know what you think, happy reading! Kaitlyn. Xx.

You and Bucky had been dating for about four months now, and to say that the reactions from the team were different than what you'd expected was an understatement. Obviously, everyone was happy for the two of you, why wouldn't they be? You two were immensely happy when you were around each other. You were one of the people to thank for helping Bucky get accustomed to modern life and get used to being around people again when he moved in. You made him laugh and smile in a way that Steve hadn't seen in a long time.

Wanda and Nat were happy for you, especially since they'd teased you for so long about the way you always seemed to get flustered around him despite the fact that he'd moved into the tower over a year ago. However, being the good friends they were, they had been on guard since you two announced you were together. They were protective of you, and they were going to be no matter what man you were dating.

Steve was the worst, probably. It was shocking that out of all the reactions you two received, his was negative. It wasn't negative in the sense that he didn't want you two to be together. Of course he wanted that. Seeing his best friend happy with a girl he cared so deeply for was all he could ask for. As a friend, he was great. As Captain America, though, he was weary. You two made a great team, there was no doubt about that, but it didn't stop Steve from seeing any bit of hesitation or error made on missions you two went on together as the fact that your relationship was compromising.

"Sometimes you can care too much," Steve had said to Bucky one day when he refused to send him on a mission with you.

There was a pause, and then a scoff. "You're one to talk, Steve. If I remember correctly, you're the one that went against half the team because of me!" Bucky protested, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Steve's jaw clenched at the accusation, but he knew it was true. "I'm not sending you, Bucky. It's too risky. Besides, it's a short op, should be no more than three days." He stopped, and then stared at his friend with a hard gaze. "And you'd better not bring that up again. You know that was different." He pointed a finger at Bucky angrily. "You're my best friend, I saved you. This isn't the same."

"Bullshit!" Bucky snapped, throwing his arms in the air. "I don't care what you did, you're being a hypocrite and you can't even send me out on a simple operation!"

"Stop!" Steve shouted, taking a step closer to the brunette. He could practically feel the anger radiating in the air between them, but he wasn't sure if it was coming from him or Bucky. "You're not going and that's final. I won't let you compromise the mission."

"You seriously think I'm going to compromise a simple intel op because I'm-" Bucky stopped abruptly, and he wasn't sure if it was because wasn't ready to admit that to Steve or if he wasn't ready to admit it to himself.

Steve sighed, his shoulders dropping. "I know, Buck, you don't have to say it. And I'm sorry. But I promise she will be safe. You know I won't let anything happen to her."

Bucky swallowed and nodded, glad he didn't have to put it out in the open just yet. He couldn't remember the last time he'd said that to anyone.

Since then, Steve and Bucky hadn't had anymore confrontations about you two not going into the field together, and Steve had been better about letting you two go on missions.

The mission you were on now wasn't the simplest, but it definitely wasn't one of the more dangerous ones, either. You, Bucky, Steve, Nat, and Sam were on a mission that required clearing out a small HYDRA base and then gathering any intel you could find while you were there.

So far it had been going smoothly, Steve and Nat were covering the south side of the base and you and Bucky had the north, while Sam was outside looking out and taking out any other HYDRA members that he could. The mission was winding down, since communication over the comms had mainly been reporting cleared rooms as the four of you neared the convergence point.

You and Bucky were almost finished clearing out the last room you were in. As soon as you walked in a HYDRA agent had grabbed you from the side but you were easily able to break out of his hold and take him down with a single bullet. The rest of the room was cleared out quickly, you and Bucky dodging bullets or knives and in turn sending agents to the ground with ease. Just as you turned back to look at Bucky and give the all clear, you made out the figure of a person neither of you had seen approaching Bucky from the doorway, gun drawn and pointed straight at your boyfriend.

"Bucky!" you shouted, and without even thinking--a huge mistake, never do anything in the field without thinking--you lunged to push him out of the way and raised your gun to shoot. Just as your finger had pulled the trigger and released the bullet that sent the agent to the floor, a simultaneous gunshot sounded and you were lying on your back.

You could barely hear Bucky yell your name or feel the wetness pooling around your stomach where you'd been shot.

The chattering in the comms was barely even noticeable as you searched around for Bucky, your hand blindly sweeping across the floor for something.

Bucky scooped you up immediately, eyes still wide with shock as he tried to get some sort of reaction from you to tell him that you were alive. "Steve, you need to get here now. We need to get her to the quinjet. Fuck, Steve, she's not even responding to me. Y/N, come on!" Bucky was talking so fast and Steve was asking him to slow down and not worry but he couldn't. He loved you and you were dying in his arms as he raced to get you out of the base and to the quinjet, not even waiting for Steve. "Come on, Y/N, don't do this to me! No, no, I'm here, please, just look at me. Keep your eyes open, it's gonna be okay, doll, you're gonna be okay." Bucky was rambling now, tears blurring his vision as his feet carried him outside, where Sam joined him on his way to the quinjet.

"Buck, hand her over, she needs help, I can get her there faster," Sam insisted, looking pleadingly at the man who was bawling his eyes out.

"I can't lose you," Bucky said weakly, his voice dropping to a meek whimper as he continued to run. "I love you, Y/N! You need to stay with me!"

"Bucky!" Sam shouted. "If you don't give her to me right now she might not be able to stay with you!"

Sam's urgent voice finally got Bucky to break out of the trance he was in, and he nodded, handing your limp figure over to Sam.

"Bucky," you whispered, eyes finally falling shut. You couldn't keep them open any longer, and the darkness just felt so inviting. Maybe you'd just rest for a little while...

Bucky felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as his name fell from your lips, and his strides fell from a sprint into a walk until he was standing still, watching Sam fly you to the quinjet. He stared for a few moments until he felt Steve's hand come down on his shoulder.

"Let's go, Bucky. We have what we need, and now she needs us."

His throat felt dry and full of cotton when he swallowed, nodding and breaking out into a run again as he followed Steve and Nat to the quinjet.

Bucky had lost track of time hours ago. He'd spent more than a day pacing at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up. Bruce had come in to check on you just a little while ago, and despite your vitals being steady, you still weren't awake.

"She's in a medically induced coma," Bruce had tried to explain, but Bucky was barely listening. "She lost a lot of blood, we were barely able to stabilize her." He stopped, not sure if he should tell Bucky the entirety of it, but he had a right to know. "She almost died, Bucky. Honestly, she's lucky to be alive."

She's lucky to be alive. Bucky couldn't get those words out of his head as he sat in the chair next to you and held your hand in his. You felt too cold, too lifeless despite the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

"Why would you do that?" Bucky asked, and his voice broke before he could stop it. "You weren't even thinking. I almost lost you, Y/N. Please, baby, wake up. I need you. I can't do this without you."

Bucky was crying when Steve came in.

"Buck," he said softly, resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You need to eat something. She's going to be okay."

"You don't know that," Bucky said weakly as he looked up at the blonde. "She took a bullet for me, Steve. Why the hell would she do that?"

A frown made its way onto Steve's face, and a part of his mind wanted to say 'I told you so', because this was exactly what he had been talking about when he said that you two going on missions together could be compromising. But he knew he couldn't say that, and it was definitely not what Bucky needed to hear right now. "Because she loves you, Bucky," Steve whispered.

Bucky froze, and he shook his head. Of course he loved you. He'd be insane not to. But that didn't mean you needed to reciprocate it. Neither of you had even said it until yesterday when you were nearly dead in his arms. Bucky didn't feel like he deserved to be loved by you. He didn't believe it.

"Bucky," Steve sighed as he pulled up another chair and sat down. "People always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little more. It matters more that you finish a mission and that we save people, and to her it mattered to save you. You would have done the same for her. I know that because you two are in love with each other. I've never seen you so happy. She's going to be okay, Buck."

Bucky's face was stained with tears now, and he reached up to wipe them away. "I just-" he stopped, shaking his head in disbelief. "It was so stupid! I could have taken that bullet. You think you have so much time left with someone. All the time in the world, and then this... I'm not leaving her."

Steve sighed again, running his hands through his hair. "Ten minutes. You need to eat. We can't have you dead of starvation when she wakes up." He laughed softly, trying fruitlessly to lighten the mood.

Bucky nodded apprehensively, not having any intention of leaving your side, but if it would make Steve get off his ass then he would agree. "Fine. Ten minutes."

The chair scraped slightly on the floor as Steve stood up with a slight nod, giving Bucky one last look before he left the room to go back upstairs.

Bucky turned back to you, your hand lying limply in his as he rested his forehead on the bed. "I love you," he said again, and his heart started to race. "You can't leave me. Please. I need you."

He stayed like that for a while, not knowing whether it had been ten minutes or not. Just as he was thinking that maybe he should go upstairs he felt your hand twitch and his head snapped up just in time to watch your eyes flutter open.

"Bucky?" you croaked, your voice hoarse from the dryness of your throat.

It felt like all the life rushed back into Bucky's body as he gripped your hand tighter and a fresh wave of tears began to flood from his eyes. "Oh my god," he choked out. "Yeah, doll, it's me. I'm here. Oh my god, you're alive. Fuck, what were you thinking, taking a bullet for me? Do you have any idea how reckless that was?"

He could barely believe it when he saw the corners of your lips tugging up into a smile. "Considering the fact that I nearly died, I think I have a pretty good idea," you rasped, and Bucky immediately grabbed the cup of water from the table next to you and helped you take a couple sips.

Once you were finished you leaned your head back against the pillows and closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath. It was silent for a few beats, Bucky just holding you as he regained his sanity. "Did you mean it?" you asked quietly, and Bucky quirked an eyebrow as he looked at you.

"What do you mean?"

"When you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

"Of course I meant it," he whispered, and his blue eyes locked onto yours. "I love you so much. I needed to say it. I've known I've loved you but I've been to scared to say anything because I don't deserve any love from you, but you were practically dead in my arms and I needed you to hear it."

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, mustering up all the energy you could and hoping that it could push enough of your love to him. "I love you too, Bucky. That's why I did it. I wasn't thinking. I just knew that I love you and I wasn't going to watch you get shot if I could do something about it."

Bucky shook his head, squeezing your hand in return and running his thumb over your knuckles. "I guess this is why Steve doesn't want us going on missions together," he laughed breathlessly.

You grinned slightly. "You would take a bullet for any member of this team, you know that."

Again, Bucky shook his head, mirroring your grin. "I think Steve could handle himself. I've seen him bite off more than he can chew and look where he is now."

You laughed, and then winced at the pain that shot through you. "Sorry," Bucky whispered.

You looked over at him, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

Bucky smiled, and without a moment's hesitation, he obliged.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

- Fin. X.

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Smoke and Mirrors, Chapter 16: Dean II - Sense and Sensibility (link to full story on FF.net)

Featuring: Dean Thomas, Hagrid, Headmistress McGonagall

Word Count: 3,000 words

Dean could scarcely believe it, but it really had been just over a month since the events of the Battle of Hogwarts.

The castle and grounds were almost unrecognisable from the state of death and destruction he had last seen them in. He wasn’t sure who exactly had overseen the repairs and the clean-up operation, but whoever it was had done a damn good job.

It seemed from the Ministry presence on the entrance gate that Hogwarts was still in a state of quasi-lockdown, with a keen-eye being kept on anybody coming in or out, which seemed understandable given that reports in the media suggested some prisoners were still being kept in the castle.

Dean and Seamus had been locked in a hot debate about that at work the other day, with Seamus arguing that it was probably the Ministry itself leaking out that information to keep the rogue Death Eaters guessing as to the whereabouts of their captured comrades.

Dean himself though that was a pretty ridiculous idea, but their boss Hestia Jones had very sternly urged them to stop talking about the subject when she had overheard them, so perhaps there really was something in it after all.

As he made his way towards the castle Dean spotted the gigantic groundskeeper Hagrid strolling towards him in the distance. It was a bit hard to tell from so far away, but from what he could make out it looked like Hagrid was dressed about as smartly as Dean had ever seen him.

“Alrigh’, Dean?!” he cheerily bellowed out from afar with a huge smile on his face, as Dean warmly raised his hand in acknowledgement whilst a few small birds quickly scattered away in fear of the sudden loud noise.

“Good to see you Hagrid!” he added once they had gotten a bit closer together, as he studied the outfit of his former Care of Magical Creatures teacher in more detail. It wasn’t quite as smart as a suit, but it wasn’t that far off it. Wherever it was he was going or whoever it was he was meeting it must be something or someone very important.

“Fancy seein’ you ‘ere! You’ve not gone and got yourself a job at the ministry as an Auror too, ‘av ya?” Hagrid enquired once his big strides had taken him to just a few feet in front of Dean.

“Not quite,” Dean replied, as he observed that Hagrid even seemed to have trimmed his scraggly beard and bushy hair for whatever occasion it was. Maybe it was his birthday. “I have got a job at the Ministry, not as an Auror, but I’ve come to an arrangement where I can work part-time and finish my studies. I’m here to see Professor McGonagall about it.”

“Oh, well, that’s great news on the job at the Ministry… and it will be nice to have a familiar face around ‘ere next year.”

“Thanks, Hagrid.” Dean responded graciously, as Hagrid appeared to be deep in thought.

“But if you’re ‘ere to see Professor McGonagall for a one to one meetin’… that must mean… that must mean… oh no I betta’ not say. I’d get in trouble if I told ya! I’m sure she’d like it to come from her, not me,” Hagrid said with a guilty look written across his face.

“Has she not had many students in for one to one meetings?” Dean asked with a slight tone of panic in his voice.

He had thought it seemed a little bit strange when he’d received his invitation in the post for this meeting with the Headmistress, but he mused it had been an extraordinary year, so maybe she was having these private one on one meetings with lots of people ahead of the new school year.

“I expect I’ve already said too much… best leave the Headmistress to explain,” Hagrid replied sheepishly. “Anyway, ‘fraid I can’t stay to chat too much… got me big day at the Ministry. Won’t want to be late for it!” he added, as a booming smile returned to his grizzly face that still nursed a few reasonably fresh wounds and scars.

“Your big day at the Ministry?” Dean asked. “Are you… are you-

“I’m gettin’ me pardon!” Hagrid burst out before Dean could finish asking him if he was about to get married – perhaps Hagrid’s interruption had been for the best.

“I told Minister Shacklebolt he really didn’t hav’ ta’, that I didn’t want no fuss or nothin’, but he kept sayin’ it’s what Dumbledore would’a wanted for his most trusted friend,” Hagrid added, before tears quickly appeared in his eyes.

“That’s great news, Hagrid!” Dean said. “So that would mean you could get a wand and… and

“Legally practice magic just like any other witch or wizard, that’s right!” Hagrid beamed with pride. “Me old Dad would be so proud a’ me. Gonna buy meself a bottle of the finest fire whiskey Diagon Alley has t’a offer t’a celebrate… I’ll stop off and get summat nice for Fang too, he ain’t been eating right since the battle, reckon it was the stress of it all, but a nice bit of steak and he’ll be happy as Larry I reckon!”

“I don’t think any of us have been right since that battle,” Dean pondered, as the two shared a remorseful look. “I’m sure you’re right though, a bit of steak will sort anyone out, man or mutt! Best of luck Hagrid, you deserve it!”

“Thanks, Dean, means a lot,” Hagrid mustered, possibly about to start crying again, before patting down on Dean’s shoulder and strolling away towards the entrance gate.

“Say…Dean…” Hagrid added.

“Yeah?”

“It’d sure be nice to see a familiar face or two when you’re all back at school and what not… by all means… if you’d like t’a visit t’a hav’ a chat or a drink or what not… don’t be afraid t’a knock on my door.”

“That sounds great,” Dean replied. “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer,” he added honestly.

He hadn’t really given it too much thought, but he supposed his dormitory would be completely empty with none of Seamus, Neville, Harry or Ron returning to school with him.

It would be good to have someone to talk to – and Hagrid seemed like as good a companion as one could wish for.

He would certainly have some interesting stories of his ventures in the war.

“Ta ra, now, wish me luck!”

“Good luck, Hagrid!” Dean hollered as Hagrid strolled along out of sight.

Dean noticed two other ministry officials standing guard at the nearest doorway into the castle, both of whom seemed deep enough in their own conversation that they didn’t at first notice him.

“I’m tellin’ you mate, if that had been a muggle bomb like that prat Peasegood reckons then poor Joshy Morris would’ve had his arm back by now. It ain’t an easy process and it certainly ain’t a pain free one, but no dark magic… no problem… that’s the general rule of thumb!”

“I don’t know Jeff… it sure sounded like a bomb the way he tells it, like. Oh-

The two ministry workers cut their conversation short when they noticed Dean just a few yards in-front of them.

“Are you McGonagall’s two o clock? Dean Thomas?” the taller of the two asked, suddenly sounding a lot more official as he carefully examined a piece of parchment in front of him.

“Yeah, that’s right-

“Very well, lad. Come on through. Password to her office is Dashwood.”

The first thing that Dean noticed about McGonagall’s office was the large assortment of dark, wooden bookshelves, all of which were filled with old-style hardback books. It was not so much an office as it was a private library.

He had never been bad, or indeed, “good” enough to warrant a trip to this office when Dumbledore had been running the school, but he had still never heard Harry or Ron remark of how many books Dumbledore had stored in there. They would only ever mention the large portraits of past head-teachers or Dumbledore’s pet phoenix – but McGonagall did not seem to have either of these curiosities on display.

“Ah… Mister Thomas… you’re right on time… excellent,” the headmistress said, as a small smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

“Please, take a seat,” she added, offering him a comfortable looking arm chair that sat opposite her grand marble desk.

Dean thanked her and took his seat quickly, as his eyes still wandered around the room, eventually finding a portrait of Albus Dumbledore sat sleeping near the back corner of the room.

He felt a little nervous given what Hagrid had let slip to him earlier.

It still didn’t make any sense to him as to why McGonagall had requested an audience with him in person.

Maybe she did not want him to return and had brought him here to break the news to him face to face.

“Now… I must first make an admission that I was a little surprised… pleasantly surprised, of course… but all the same… I was a little surprised to hear of your interest in returning to complete your studies,”

“Oh-

Dean felt his hands tremble slightly with nerves.

It seemed stupid to be worried about something so stupid given all that he had been through in the last year.

In that moment, with his palms softly sweating in his lap, he slightly regretted ever considering coming back to school in the first place.

It made him feel hopelessly young and like a child again to be worried about something so trivial in the grand scheme of things, but maybe being able to worry about such trivial things instead of war-time worries of the threat of death was part of the appeal of coming back to school in the first place.

“You must forgive me if you interpret that as a denunciation of your academic prowess as a student Mister Thomas,” the Headmistress quickly interjected, which reassured his anxiety about the situation a little.

“As your former Head of House I am well aware of your capabilities as a student, particularly in my own class, but it has not escaped my notice that much like your old dorm-mates you have been granted employment at the Ministry of Magic… and I had assumed, perhaps, that much like Mister Potter, Weasley, Longbottom and Finnigan… that you may also have not wished to return to Hogwarts to complete your education… which would be perfectly understandable given the circumstances of course. But it seems you have chosen to buck the trend of the boys that I once acted Head of House to…. if for nothing more than to satisfy an old woman’s curiosity, may I ask why?”

“Why I wanted to come back?” Dean asked rhetorically, as McGonagall studied him intensely.

“Well I guess my parents have always pushed on me the importance of getting an education. My Mum would go mental if I never finished school, even if I do have the job at the Ministry.”

Dean momentarily thought back to the moment that Minerva McGonagall had first met his Mum and Step-Dad when she’d delivered his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

“And yet Mister Thomas, I sense you have far outgrown the period of your life where you may let your Mother’s opinions seriously influence your life decisions,” McGongall replied as she read straight through his hastily prepared response.

The headmistress was right of course.

He was just a bit hesitant to admit the real reason and motivation for his return.

His head was filled with emotion as he thought back to Ted Tonks berating him when he’d first told him that he had no interest in ever returning to Hogwarts even if You Know Who did lose the war.

McGonagall eyed him with much interest as he paused for time a little longer, before he decided against his better judgement to open up to his old Head of House.

“It’s just… well… if he’d… if You Know Who had won then I wouldn’t have even had the choice, would I? The people who followed him and fought alongside him… they were the reason that I couldn’t come back for my last year in the first place. They didn’t think I should be here. But a lot of people… good people, fought and died, at least partly so muggle-borns like me could be here at all… I feel like I’d be throwing it all back in their faces if I then didn’t even bother to complete my education after all that.”

Dean hadn’t meant to rant as much as he had.

It just sort of all came out.

He had been too caught up in controlling his emotions and trying not to cry that he had not given much notice to how McGonagall had reacted, but upon meeting her eyes he discovered that his monologue had in-fact caused a tear to form in one of her eyes instead.

“Beautiful,” she whispered. “That really is quite…

The headmistress desperately sought to regain her composure, reaching down for a handkerchief to wipe the tear from her time-worn face.

“A fantastic answer, Mister Thomas… one that also reassures me that I have not made a mistake by inviting you here today… for I felt of what I am about to ask of you, and indeed my earlier guest, was perhaps a little too important to be discussed with the two of you by post.”

Dean still did not have the faintest idea of what she may be referring to.

The two of you?

Who else was there and what could possibly be so important that it required a one-to-one meeting to discuss it?

“From the vacant expression you are wearing I assume you have not figured it out yet?” McGonagall questioned, as Dean shook his head blankly.

“The wit of a Ravenclaw you may not possess, Mister Thomas, but the bravery and determination that you have shown in the last twelve months undoubtedly make you the stand-out choice to be our Head Boy for this coming school year.”

“Head boy?” Dean involuntarily uttered out loud in complete confusion.

“Yes… and whilst it may seem a somewhat trivial role in the grand scheme of things, given everything that has happened… I imagine there has scarcely been a time in this school’s long and decorated history where the Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts will have had more responsibility placed on their shoulders. I can assure you, Mister Thomas, this is not a proposal, nor indeed a decision that I have made lightly.”

Dean was momentarily lost for words.

He had not been quite sure what it was that McGonagall was going to ask of him, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he was being headhunted to take on the role of Head Boy.

“Well, Mister Thomas, do you accept?” McGongall eagerly enquired.

“Err…yeah…yes, it would be an absolute hon- err… Thank you, Professor,” Dean managed to stumble out.

“Excellent,” the Headmistress replied quickly, as she retrieved a scroll from the top of her pile.

“Please sign your name and date here…here… and here,” she said, as she passed him a piece of parchment and a quill whilst pointing to several different parts of it.

Dean signed and dated the scroll carefully, as he tried his best not to make any smudges.

He never had quite got the hang of writing neatly with a quill and ink.

“That’s lovely, Mister Thomas, thank you kindly…. I must confess I am awfully proud to have two Gryffindors as the first post-war Head Boy and Head Girl… of course I did hand-pick the two of you myself, but I must confess that I feel pretty confident that there will be no outcries of bias in who I have chosen.”

McGonagall’s admission that the Head Girl was a fellow Gryffindor only confirmed Dean’s thought that it must be Hermione Granger who she had chosen.

Harry had spent a lunch-break at work with Dean and Seamus just a few days ago where they had discussed Dean returning to Hogwarts – and who of their year may be joining him, with Hermione winding up being pretty much the only other person other than Dean and the Patil twins electing to return.

Hermione did seem the most logical choice for Head Girl.

It couldn’t really be anyone but her.

Even if you disregarded the part she had played in the downfall of You Know Who, as a student in her own right she had undoubtedly been the best in their year since the first day of school all those many moons ago.

There wasn’t really any competition.

“I’m sure Hermione and I will do the best that we can for you, Professor,” Dean said confidently, as he felt himself brimming with pride at the sudden thought of the responsibility his former Head of Year had placed on his shoulders.

McGonagall laughed softly.

“A very well educated guess, Mister Thomas, but, upon her own request following her initial expression of interest in returning to complete her studies… your class-mate Miss Granger was not considered for the position of Head Girl.”

“Oh,” Dean murmured, as he let out an awkward laugh to cover up his slight embarrassment.

“My choice for Head Girl was actually in the year directly below your own… but fear not Mister Thomas, as I have no doubt that you and Miss Weasley are well acquainted from your time spent on the Gryffindor Quidditch team together.”

Ginny!

He was going to have to share duties with Ginny?

It was no wonder Minerva McGonagall had hastily forced him into signing on the dotted line as quickly as she had.

Why did it always have to be Ginny

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#33 (Kenny Omega)

Okay... I delayed more than I imagined but here it is, the Kenny Omega imagine requested by an anon and based on this prompt list right here.

#33 - “Bite me.”, “If you insist.”

Words: 3024 (It’s longer than I imagined it would be lol. I’d really appreciatte a feedback and, please, tell me if I should continue the story ‘cus the “end” gave me this kinda feeling of “must continue”)

Warnings: only a slight smut

Credit goes to the gif owner. Please forgive me for any mistake, english is not my birth language.

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{...}

"Bite me."

He was good at provoking me. Great, actually. He always knew what to do to get me in his hands and he intentionally toyed with it. I was not a saint either, forcing him to beg for a touch sometimes. My body. My will. We were perfect sinners to each other. The curls of his hair, slumped over the eyes, disheveled as always, together with the malicious smile that came over me. He brought hell and heaven, while I was the embodiment of an angel. Every time I heard him say how much my face was too angelic to hide such sordid thoughts. "Never judge a book by its cover," this phrase is the greatest of truths. Age never meant maturity, much less experience. I proved it. The difference of 13 years never bothered me and I assumed it didn’t bother him either, otherwise we would have stopped meeting. Incidentally, nobody knew about such meetings. Obviously. After all, secrecy is the guarantee of replay. He had a contradictory way that drew me close. When I first saw him, I was lost in thought, and suddenly I noticed myself exchanging glances with that complete stranger. Later, on the same day, the unknown would leave its mark by kissing my lips; with a right to a bite. Enough to not forget it. Certain friendships in common helped our approach. The days in his company always ended well, somehow. I never regretted it, maybe it was living proof of the saying "Live without regrets." He too, but in front of the others we were just simple acquaintances. We talked little. Words aren’t necessary when actions speak louder. He preferred that. Ignoring everything and everyone, we were going very well ... Until we discussed the question of age. "That's wrong," he told me the last time we met. I argued, he was resolute; we fought. Each one to its side but without forgetting the other. I missed his touch and he certainly could not take the past from his mind to see me conserve with his friends. Of something, I was sure. He would come back to me at one point or another.

{...}

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” I blinked my eyes, regaining the science of where I was. Nick and Matt were frowning at me, not understanding at all. “Sleeping up again?!”

“Me?! Of course not!” I nodded Nick, gesturing as if his assumption were the most impossible.

"Oh, of course!" Nick was ironic, rolling his eyes. “You were just dreaming!”

"Be careful not to drool next time"; Matt said, mocking me. Only then I realized that my gaze was on a young man, customer of the same coffe shop of the hotel where we were. He was cute, but not good enough to catch my attention.

"I was not staring at him!" I defended myself, before the two of them began with their complacent looks. It didn’t help much, soon a "HUUUUUM" in unison made itself present.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my head as if I could hide from their games. “Don’t sleep ‘cus soon we have an interview!” Matt complaining. That was the result of my attitude.

“And?” I grunted, not lifting my face.

"You're going to take the pictures!" Nick exclaimed, probably faking indignation.

"I don’t care"; I grumbled, making charm and turning my face as if I really wanted to sleep.

Unfortunately, I soon felt someone shake my arms, forcing me to stand up and face them both, with a clear gunshot look. Matt had a laugh outlined on his lips, not making a point of hiding, while Nick disguised himself as he fingered the cell phone.

“Idiots.” I grumbled again, running my hand through my hair. “Stop it.”

“What? We just wanna make sure you won’t sleep and lose the interview time!”

I arched an eyebrow. "The conference is two hours from now. There’s enough time...”

"Even though"; they both shrugged.

I wanted to roll my eyes one more time, but I was already doing it too much for just one day. So I just stared at them in a perfect "Seriously?" look. They must be kidding! They were never any examples of punctuality, so why were they playing responsible ones?

"Just explain, why such a rush? You said that more people were going to participate in the interview and so far I haven’t seen anyone give the air of grace!”

"He's coming"; he? I kept an arched eyebrow. Their manner was very strange; especially Matt, who kept looking sideways at the apparent search for someone. "What were you daydreaming about, by the way?"

I swallowed hard. “Nothing.” I answered quickly, trying not to show anything out of the ordinary. I was absorbed in the memories of my moments with Kenny, and the two of us knew our recent involvement had never been an option. Sometimes I even suspected Nick and Matt knew something, but I preferred to keep it a secret. I was worried what they would think of me if they found out.

I knew how to hide well. During the time we had been in this somewhat wrong relationship, I acted like he was only an acquaintance. The great Kenny Omega. While I was just an amateur photographer, trying to gain recognition with my work in coverage of events and conferences. No one would suspect. Anyway, nothing else mattered. We were finished.

It had never been serious. I swear. My worst annoyance was still missing him. I'd be lying if I said Kenny Omega was dead to me. And, well, speaking of the Devil ..

Kenny made his noticed presence easily, with the sound of the small bell attached to the door. I never understood why it was needed , but I thanked it mentally for announcing his arrival. I didn’t want surprises, especially one like that. But as soon as he came in, our eyes met.

The contact sustained itself long enough to notice her surprise at seeing me. I was no different, though the strange way the Bucks had alerted me to something. He would also participate in the interview, it was the basics to know and enough to make him wear a social outfit.

I knew how much he hated it. He had always liked simplicity, not sloppiness. His clothes often resembled a shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt. But this time, Omega was forced to wear white social shirts and black linen pants. Uncomfortable and, unfortunately, more attractive than I imagined.

“Finally, Kenny! What a delay... "; Matt was the first to greet him, rising to give him a place in the stew. My suspicions that these brethren knew something only increased when I saw the Cleaner lodge right in front of me.

"You took so long that (Y/N) was already anxious ..."; I almost spit the little coffee I had just taken when I heard him. "What gave you both?!?!" I asked mentally, trying to shoot the youngest of the Bucks with the deepest rage. "I mean ... Impatient!"; "That's better" I thought, softening my gaze.

“Sorry, everyone. The way here has taken longer than I imagined..."; I could hear his voice without looking at him. I preferred to distract myself by stirring the spoon restlessly over the cup of coffee. He still made me want him, I didn’t need to look at him again to know that.

"No problem ... So, Kenny, remember (Y/N)?" Nick spoke again, forcing me to look up in time to see Omega nod shortly and return to the contact earlier.

Disguising myself, I gave a short, complimenting smile and turned my attention back to the coffee. That would follow the next two hours: Kenny, Matt and Nick talking, and I distracting myself with anything within my reach. In fact, that was the best option. I wouldn’t have to look directly at Kenny Omega, see how he continued the same and how his smile still invited me to sin, next to his badly buttoned shirt that left part of his abdomen on display.

I wasn’t in love, it was only desire, but such a desire prevented me from forgetting. After all, I knew that, deep down, he had the urge to take me back into his arms. He repressed it as if it were wrong... Honestly, who cares?

“Let's go soon.” Matt's voice ceased my reverie, making me look up as he stood up from the stew.

Unlike his brother, Nick looked as if he had no idea why he was suddenly leaving. That's how I saw the two of them exchanging suspicious looks. “.. Yeah... We have lots to do.” And suddenly the youngest had agreed.

"What gave these two?"; I asked myself mentally, making mention of getting up. Something that was soon blocked by Nick. “No! You stay.”

I arched an eyebrow, suspecting more and more. “Why?”

“Why?! The answer is so simple!” I kept staring at them, without a trace of belief. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kenny wasn’t unlike me either. "You and Kenny barely know each other, you gotta talk more”

“Exactly! One of the most important keys to success is knowing the professional you work with.” Nick completed, resting his hands on Kenny's shoulders as if to advise him.

I wanted to ask where he'd gotten such bullshit, but when I found it, they'd already moved away toward the hotel hall. And from what I could see, they were laughing at us. "Idiots"; I thought, breathing deep into the air in my lungs, then releasing it, snorting with annoyance. I imagined that silence would linger between me and Kenny, tense as ever, but his voice echoed in my ears without warning. “What did you tell them?”

I blinked my eyes in surprise, forcing myself to look at him as he frowned. “... What?”

“What did you tell them?” He repeated the question impatiently.

It was enough for me to be indignant. Frowning, I stared at him as if he was an imbecile. He was, though his blue-green eyes attracted me even with a mixture of impatience and doubt emblazoned on them. "What makes you think I told them something?"

He shrugged. "I didn’t tell them anything"; his reply was short, his eyes straying from mine. He looked exhausted. "Look, (Y/N), if you-"

"No, Kenny, no.” I interrupted him. My tone made him look at me. There was more than impatience and doubt in his orbs, I just couldn’t define what. "Just because you didn’t, that doesn’t mean it's my fault. They may have figured it out somehow.”

“How?” He arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t know!” I exasperated. Our conversation had barely begun and I was tired of it, my patience had worn out in the first second. I lowered my head, pushing the coffee cup away so I could rest it on the table, and stay for as long as I needed. It was my way of ignoring the world, and especially Kenny Omega.

My attitude seemed to alert him. He knew part of my ways, enough to know what to do. Soon I felt his hand lift my face, making me look at him. “I never wanted anyone to know ... That's why ...”

"Don’t tell me that's why it's over." I interrupted him, seeing the glow in his orbs cease. He was hiding something from me. "I know when you're telling the truth, Kenny, and you're not.”

He seemed muted for a few moments to utter a word. “It was...”

“Wrong?” I asked, completing it. He nodded in agreement, running his hand over his face and then through his hair. I forced a humorless laugh, denying it. “We never did anything right.”

“That’s what made it good.” I finally allowed myself a sincere laugh, seeing the smile on his lips and the glint in his eyes as he watched me with a certain tenderness. I had never seen him like this before, I was accustomed to his complete glance of desire, but suddenly I liked more this new experience. Too bad the joy didn’t last long. “... I miss you.”

My smile faded, being drawn back to reality. "Then why did you end it all?" I was harsh, cutting off her joy in a moment.

“... Because it was the best ...”

“Best for who, Kenny?! For who?!” I exasperated, rising from the upholstery with the palms of my hands on the table. Anger and another unknown sensation corroded me, making my blood boil. Such a reaction had probably caught everyone's attention but I didn’t care. “Only if it's for you because it wasn’t for me!”

"(Y/N), I ..." He looked exhausted, massaging his temple, but I had lost my temper long ago.

"No, you listen to me now!" I shut him up. "That's your problem; Everything is always about you! Kenny Omega that, Kenny Omega that ... You're so caught up in your ego about being the Cleaner that you don’t even notice the world around you.”

My words ended as harshly as they began, leaving him dumbfounded. Without waiting for anything, I grabbed my cell phone, which had been on the table all the time, and headed toward the hotel hall. Strong steps, anger dictating decisions; I did not give myself a chance to look back until I felt someone grab my wrist. I already knew who. "(Y/N), please ... Wait."

I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice, avoiding any contact with his orbs because I knew that in one way or another they could change my mind. “What you want?”

“Where are you going?” He didn’t answer me.

"To my room! I can’t go to the conference looking like this”" I snorted, showing off my own clothes: a white sweatshirt, little shorts, and some sneakers. I wasn’t presentable for sure.

I tried to pull away from his grip, but he held on, as if willing to change my mind. “... Wait for me, please.” His voice broke, something I had never seen. Who would say; the great Kenny Omega, The Cleaner, acting this way... And apparently for me. The discomfort was visible in his eyes. I blame him, because of that, I went back on my decision.

“... Okay.” I sighed, giving up. Even so, in the moment I got released from his grip, I followed to the elevators; without giving him the slightest glance.

The hotel where me and the Bucks stayed had its facilities. In addition to being the same where the conference would take place, there’s a small coffee shop connected to the main entrance. For me, that was the best thing; I spent most of my time there.

My intention was to go to my room, change my clothes, and then go to work. Already in the elevator, I pressed the buttons of the floor where it was and of the twentieth one, in which would occur the last interview before the next G1 Special. After all, Kenny would probably go there.

Speaking of the Cleaner, I hadn’t even asked whether he followed me or not. I entered the elevator without looking back, and was finishing to press the last button... When I felt myself being pulled by the waist and placed against the wall; One of my wrists lifted and trapped above my head.

"Kenny..." I whispered low, not understanding, seeing how the desire had blackened his eyes again. It didn’t take long for him to join our lips in a kiss; needy, savage, and which I soon permitted, giving way to his tongue.

I had no idea why, so suddenly, but I liked it. His free hand had already landed on my waist and descended to my ass, sticking more of our bodies. My fingers, in automatic response, were already strumming to unbutton his shirt. Deep down, I was now sure that he wanted me as much as before.

When the air was necessary, I pulled away enough to see the gleam in his eyes contrast with the gales of his chest. “... Why?” I asked, still breathing with some difficulty. He didn’t answer, just lifted me into his lap and led me out of the elevator, noticing that it had stopped on the floor of my room. I laughed with his attitude, entwining my legs around him, and only then I saw how my laughter seemed to sound like music to his ears.

The room was almost in front of the elevator, I warned him with a quick mention and in moments I felt my back against the wood of the door. "I told you I missed you..." I heard him whisper, next to my ear, as his mouth trailed kisses along my neck.

"You also said it was wrong..." I stammered, biting my lips to contain the sighs from his breath on the back of my neck.

He seemed to ignore my words, more motivated than ever to lower his left hand down my butt while giving him certain grips, with which I had to control myself very much not to pant. "For the last time..."; one more whisper, this time in my right ear as he fingered the strands of hair that fell on it. “Please, (Y/N)...”

Only I knew how this way of calling me, dragging the phonemes of my name in a muffled voice, made me shiver; especially when it came from him. I had already bristled enough to feel my body heat up, begging for more when his left hand chose to approach my intimacy and the kisses became light bites. "Bite me." I grunted, not holding up for so long.

Time didn’t seem to pass in the moment he stopped, watching me again. The dark eyes of desire and the face emblazoned by the most malicious smile; while I heard the sound of the door been unlocked. “If you insist...”

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