#like I'm going to have to message her PA and try to find a way to line our schedules up so I can give it to her

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #sub!bucky #subby!bucky #needy!bucky #I have way too many Christmas presents still to get #and I have a tonne to wrap tonight to take to work this week #so many cards to write #I love giving gifts #and I'm always worried it's weird? #I was in a work meeting recently and someone messaged into the teams chat that they were jealous of my Stanely cup #I have the baby pink one and it comes everywhere with me #so I got her one that matches her vibe #she wears nothing but black and her nails are always a black French tip #so I got her the charcoal grey one #but I don't want it to be weird? #like I'm going to have to message her PA and try to find a way to line our schedules up so I can give it to her #it always makes me really nervous when I get a gift for someone that I know they're not expecting

[jelzorz]

144.

related to but does not follow on from this doodle

Callum has always been wary of the word quiet (and all of its synonyms) while working the night shift, but if there was one word to describe the state of tonight's Emergency Department, it would be (he hesitates and glances at the glass sliding doors just beyond the triage window) quiet as the fucking grave.

There are two of them tonight: him and the other intern, Rayla, who's chugging a coffee on the other side of the nurses' station and avoiding the eye of Viren, the on-call ED consultant, who's grumpy at the best of times and thinks coffee on the floor is trashy and unprofessional. They're on shift together relatively often, which is nice, because Rayla is friendly (and unfairly pretty for someone in wrinkled scrubs with permanent bags under their eyes), and at the very least, she makes these shifts less horrible for everyone involved. She's friends with all the nurses (even if Opeli, the nurse unit manager, finds her humour exhausting); she's on good terms with the Soren the paeds resident (they play soccer together apparently), and so far, she's only had to ask Viren to consult once, which is a feat in and of itself.

Callum likes to think that he and she are pretty good friends, but he would be lying if he said that's all he wanted them to be. She's just...

Soren sidles up to him and sets an elbow on his charts. "Out of your league?"

Callum scowls and shoves Soren off the bench. The fluorescents flicker above them, and Soren snickers and jabs a finger at the roof. "Careful," he teases. "They'll take that out of your pay."

Callum scowls again. "What are you even doing here? Paeds ED is that way."

"Yeah, it's empty, I'm not hanging out there by myself." He clucks his tongue and checks his pager for good measure which, unsurprisingly, has nothing for him. "I don't get you," he adds, twirling a pen between his fingers. "You guys are supposed to be friends. Why don't you just ask her if she wants to go out with you?"

"What are you, twelve? No one does that anymore."

"You can try Netflix and chill isntead—"

"Soren." Callum buries his head in his charts as a couple of nurses walk past in an effort to hide the redness rising in his cheeks. "Stop. You're gonna tell the whole hospital at this rate and, in any case, it's none of your business."

Soren raises an eyebrow. "Are you twelve?"

"No," says Callum shortly. "I'm professional, and it's not a good look to date your coworkers. Besides." He flushes some more. "You said it yourself. She's out of my league."

"You really are twelve, holy shit." Soren barks out a laugh, and Callum sinks further into his desk chair like it might help him disappear into the floor. Rayla, thankfully, hears none of it, because she's got an earphone in and what looks like a podcast playing on her phone. "Listen. I'm gonna give you some advice."

"Good lord," groans Callum. "What advice could you possibly give me that would help?"

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm good just as good at wooing women as I am with men—"

"Please stop."

"And it's not that unprofessional if you disclose it—"

"To who? Your dad?"

Soren cuffs his shoulder. "Just talk to her," he snaps. "Okay? It's literally not that hard. Just ask if she wants to get a coffee with you in the morning or something. You're killing the whole department with all your pining."

Callum snaps his mouth shut. He—somehow—flushes more. He sputters. "What do you mean the whole department—?"

"Yeah, we've all got eyes, dude, what do you think the nurses gossip about?"

Callum groans and sets his forehead against the desk, the charts cool against his skin. Highschool feels like it was a lifetime ago, and he'd been so grateful to get out but somehow—

Soren's pager beeps. He glances at and grins—which Callum doesn't think is the most appropriate reaction until Soren shows him the message on the screen:

Got u snacks. Waiting out front. --Corvus

Callum gives him a look. "Isn't that a hospital pager?"

"It's the paeds pager, A.K.A, I'm the only one that uses it, A.K.A, my boyfriend can message me on it if he wants." Soren slips it back into his pocket and fixes his hair using the reflection in nurses' station window. "If only you had a girlfriend who could page you," he says wistfully, sarcastically, and Callum has never wanted to throw his own pager at him more. "Talk to her," he says. "I have money on you. Don't let me down." He grins. He winks. He heads out the double doors and into the waiting room, leaving Callum alone at his desk with the pile of charts he still hasn't reviewed.

The fluorescents flicker tiredly. He sighs. Maybe coffee isn't such a bad idea.

#in anticipation #rayllum #ft. bi soren and #sorvus #vfib: the hospital night shift au #incredibly some hospitals still use pagers #mine does anyway

[fictionadventurer]

By the Shores of Silver Lake was my least favorite Little House book as a kid, and upon starting the reread, I could see why. Earlier books had Laura as a child observer--not engaging in or totally understanding the wider world of the adults, but still engrossed in the simple joys of childhood. In this book, Laura is neither child nor adult--she's too old to play like a child, but she's too young to take an active part in adult life, so she's stuck in this awkward middle ground.

Yet as the book went on, I started to see that that was the point. This book is about growing up, about being on the brink of adulthood and trying to hold onto childhood while also becoming someone new. Laura's growing-up is paralleled with the "growing up" of the country around her. Both the old and the new ways of life have their benefits and their downsides, and Laura has to figure out how to hold onto the best of both.

The prairie is beautiful, wondrous, free. Laura would love to just roam forever, always traveling west, always seeing new places. She doesn't want to marry, doesn't want to teach school, doesn't want anything to change about her way of life. But one can't stay a child forever. Eventually, the infinite possibility of childhood has to turn into the definite identity of adulthood. She has to take responsibility and settle down. The arrival of the town brings that adult life to the prairie, and in doing so, it destroys the innocent wonders of nature--the majestic wolves lose their home, the buffalo are gone, and the ducks no longer land at Silver Lake. Laura has to wrestle with this--is childhood, for herself and the prairie, gone forever? Does she have to let go of childlike wonder and embrace the mundane responsibility of adult life?

This theme is resolved when Laura finds Grace in the buffalo wallow. It's a place of impossible magic and beauty, a carpet of fragrant violets hidden away from the world with butterflies flying overhead, so perfect it seems like a fairyland. Of course Grace, the innocent child, is the one who was able to find it. When Laura asks Pa about it later, he explains that the "fairies" that made this magical ring were buffalo. There's a mundane explanation for the phenomenon, but that doesn't destroy the wonder and beauty of the place--adult knowledge enhances, rather than destroys childlike wonder. The buffalo might be gone, but there's still beauty left behind. Laura can move forward into the future and know that there are still wonders to find. She can be an adult and still maintain a childlike wonder, can take responsibility and still find comfort in the safety of home and family.

This thematic resonance made so much about the book so much deeper. It's the message of the entire series distilled into story form. Remember the past, children, but go forth boldly into the future. It's a message much easier to see with an adult's eyes, so I'm so glad I gave this book another chance.

#on the shores of silver lake #little house #laura ingalls wilder #i probably only saw this theme #because i just read her collection of fairy poems #and read a bunch of her farm columns where this theme is very prominent #she loves the simple joys of life #emphasizes the importance of hanging onto wonder and joy in the face of simple tasks #her descriptions of how much she loved taking out the cattle as a child made those scenes hit much deeper #those are the times when she gets to see the beauty of nature! #it makes the mundane chore a chance for beautiful reflection! #that kind of thing is all over this book and you know it's my jam #the point where this book really started to make sense was the scene with the wolves #laura faces this majestic wolf in the moonlight and it's like a fairy tale #the fading away of a fairy king #and suddenly everything about the theme just snapped into place #if i were a scholar my dissertation would be #'these books aren't just an old lady's memories or her daughter's libertarian tracts they're art and can we please talk about them like art

[factorialsotherfandoms]

In honour of Titan Day, we're scaring Foolish <3

Only warning is a sick child, and big levels of parental fear. Using she/her for Leo for consistency's sake, also human-form dragon eggs as it works better for what I want.

When Foolish wakes in the morning, Leo is gone. She's not in her bed and she's not in her room, and he can feel himself panic even as he pulls out his comms.

It's fine, right? She's probably just with Bad? Or playing with one of her siblings?

/FoolishG: has anyone seenleo?

BadBoyHalo: isn't she still asleep?

oiBagi: Not since yesterday/

And that's when he panics.

/FoolishG: no D:

FoolishG: she's not here

mikethelink: I'm near the titan i'll look here/

Just like that, a search party is formed. Foolish tries to think of places his child might have gone, and everyone else scrambles to look. He thinks of stories of Forever - possessed Forever - stealing Dapper and trying to murder the kids and thinks /fuck are we doing this again/?

It's still better than the alternative. Still better than the idea she's been murdered in the night, her remains and all evidence disappeared.

Like Mike once threatened him with, like Mike once pranked him with as revenge.

Mike, who when push comes to shove, is actually looking for her.

Foolish... He'll check the Titan himself, too, but should start here. He's already checked the inside of the building. He's already checked inside, which means his kid is out there somewhere. Out there, alone, in a world that wants her dead.

He has to find her.

He heads outside, and starts circling around. Maybe... Maybe she's just looking for flowers or something? Mining for diamonds? Working on a project? Maybe she just doesn't realise what she's done to her old pa's heart.

He can hope.

Outside... He doesn't immediately spot her but it's okay, it's okay, he just needs to look elsewhere. She'll be somewhere, and he'll hug her, and it'll be okay.

He's half way to Hot Girl Beach when he turns and looks behind him.

And there's Leo, standing on the dragon's head.

"Leo!" he screams for her, already pulling out his warpstone and getting close again.

With grappling squawk and paraglider he makes it up there in record time, clattering to his knees at her side.

"Leo!"

She doesn't turn to face him, instead continuing to stare out towards town.

"Leo?" he asks, a bit quieter, trying to draw her in. "Leo bonita? Can we go inside? You're scaring your pa."

Leo doesn't respond.

Leo doesn't do anything but sway, both with and against the breeze.

Foolish sees it coming, sees his kid crumple before him. He darts out, grabbing her, pulling her into his arms. Away from the edge - away from the edge over which she nearly tumbled.

He can't breathe, can't breathe, just curls around his baby and begs her to be okay.

Her head is tucked safely against his chest, and he can feel the heat off it.

A fever.

"Leo?" he tries asking her again. "Are you not feeling well?"

He doesn't really get an answer, but Leo's eyes do blink open. She doesn't try to escape his grasp, doesn't move, doesn't think, but shaky hands raise and sign to him "pa?"

"I'm here, Leo," Foolish holds her a little closer. "Let's get you back to bed, butterfly."

There's no response as he carefully treks back down to ground level, nor as they take the elevator up and he tucks her into bed. It's only when he pulls his hand away to let the others know she's safe - and to ask for medicine because, fuck, he doesn't know what to do when his princess if sick - that she signs again.

"Pa," is all she signs. "Pa, pa, want pa."

"Leo?" he sits on her bed, petting her face with one hand while he finishes typing with the other. "Pa's right here, he's right here."

"Where is pa?" she keeps asking. "I'm scared, where's pa?"

And, fuck, Foolish is crying too.

"Pa's here, princess, he's right here..."

/FoolishG: leo's sick help

BadBoyHalo: you found her?

BadBoyHalo: I'm coming/

He doesn't look at the further messages, doesn't bother to reply. Bad seems to be prepared for everything - surely he has medicine in his bag. Instead Foolish shuffles onto the bed, holding his child close even as she calls for him.

Bad's there in seconds, or maybe a minute - certainly faster than two.

"Foolish!" he calls as soon as he's in the room. "Leo!"

Foolish doesn't bother replying - he hears a quick "Dapper wait here I don't want you catching anything", and then the elevator sounding once more.

And there Bad is, a bottle already in hand.

"Are you not feeling well, Leo?" Bad asks.

Leo just keeps signing for her pa, a little more desperately, despite him holding her close.

"Leo's got a fever," Foolish manages to tell him. "She'd wandered up to the dragon head."

Neither of them need to express how glad they are she did not fall off.

"Awww," Bad vocalises in sympathy, swapping the bottle for two more. One has water in it, the other some liquid medicine. "These will help. You'll feel all better soon."

Foolish doesn't know how bad does it, how he ignores Leo's pleas. Maybe because he's not the one she's calling for? That must be it.

They manage to get a spoon of the medicine and a few sips of the water in her before she passes out. Foolish, already hugging her, just wraps her up tighter in her arms.

"There's instructions on the bottle," Bad says, rather than explaining - and Foolish doesn't think he'd know. "I've got to go pick Pomme up, but call again if you need more."

Foolish nods his thanks, still too worked up to properly reply. Trembling hands calling 'pa where's pa need pa' haunt his eyelids - he kisses Leo's burning forehead, hums her a lullaby as Bad leaves. Hums to her, speaks to her, tries to cut through the fog of fever and sleep to let her know he's here.

His child is sick, and his child was calling for him - he's not going to leave her alone, not ever again.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp leonarda #qsmp foolish #leo will be fine just picked up some bug #a few days of water meds and sleep and she'll be fine #it just got very bad very fast as the eggs haven't had to deal with illness before and her immune system is therefore very confused

[smallmightsupremacy]

i've been on the hellsite (affectionate) for almost a decade and i literally never once tried to reblog something privately before, and so i did for the hell of it, just to see?

and it was your 'shoutout to writers who get bkdk relationship' post, and i just saw i must have been the last person to reblog it before you turned off reblogs 😬 so in case it wasn't just coincidence and i committed some faux pas i wasn't aware of, sowwyyyy!

(and uh, if it's not too presumptuous to ask, hello now that i'm here, care to help a boy in need lmao? i'm brand new to this fandom and it's so big i don't know where to start, would you happen to have any recs of fics that do understand the bkdk relationship? 👀👀)

Hello hello!! First of all, welcome to the mha fandom!!! It gets a little crazy here sometimes, but I hope you enjoy your stay here nonetheless! Anyways, I haven't turned off reblogs on that post to my knowledge (to be honest I'm not even sure I know how to 😅) so you're totally good!! My best guess as to what happened is that someone else reblogged my post and turned off reblogs and you saw it there Also, fics!!! Where do I even begin? There are so many amazing fic writers out there that I know. Still, if you're specifically looking for people that understand the bkdk relationship, I'd start off with any of amarisllis' fics. She's fairly popular on ao3 and her portrayal of bkdk is *chefs kiss* Also also!! ladyofsnails makes amazing bkdk fics too!! Highly recommend too!! Now, if you're looking for specific fics instead of just authors, I'm gonna throw some in here below and give a brief summary of them (these are all on ao3 by the way): The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh (Look. I know it's long, but it's the bkdk fic. Like. It's predicted events that happened in the manga. Anyways, this fic has a whole lotta forced proximity and slow burn.) warm hands by flowercafe (I used to reread this fic over and over again. Basically it's just a 5+1 of Katsuki taking care of Izuku's hands by massaging them.) you dragged me out (of a mile deep hollow) by deadwriter16 (Katsuki looks after Izuku post vigilante arc and gives him the love he deserves. Great hurt/comfort fic.) All We Ever Knew by dynamics (The writing for this fic is stunning. Goes really into depth with Katsuki's psyche and why acts the way he acts.) Halfway to the Moon (But the Sun is So Bright) by Catsired (Middleschool bkdk fic, but Bakugou realizes how much he's fucking Izuku over and tries to fix things.) in your dreams, nerd! by sapphic flower (Katsuki and Izuku can see each other in their dreams. Amazing concept. So well written)

message delivered by dekusneakers (Chat fic that goes really in-depth with Katsuki's feelings when Izuku had his vigilante arc. The way bkdk is portrayed in this is so aaaaaaaa I love it sm) Your Hand In Mine (In Every Universe) by panpanicatmha (Oh my god. This fic changed something in my brain. So alternate versions of Katsuki come and meet Izuku, share their stories and try to find a common link between all of them to be able to get home. The author also writes a bunch of companion fics to this, so I highly recommend reading those too if you're interested!!) Well, this post is already pretty long so I'm going to have to restrain myself from adding more. I hope this was helpful!!! But if you ever do need more fic recs, feel free to ask and I will deliver!! That goes for anyone <3 Take care anon <333

#I just remembered #I have a post somewhere with a bunch of people recommending me bkdk fics so I'll see if I can find that for you #Also also #if you're interested in bakuangst #i know a bunch of great bakuangst fic writers and would be more than willing to help you out with that #...I also have my own fic that I wrote a while back too so I'm just gonna. self promote in the tags. #It's called 'Picking Up The Pieces' and my user's the same on ao3 as it is on here #manga spoiles though so be careful #ask #anon #bkdk fic #bkdk fic rec

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

A Meticulous Analysis of History.

106:Through meticulous analysis of history, I will find a way to make the people worship me. By studying the conquerors of days gone by, I'll discover the mistakes that made them go awry.

173-b:So that you can make the same mistakes if you just try!

106:By studying the past so carefully, I won't repeat the same mistakes of history.

173-b:You'll never make another mistake, you see, Cause you'll fall asleep from reading all that history.

106:Pay attention, Russell! When Cleopatra reigned as Queen, With Roman leaders she was often seen. But when she had no ruling friend, She found a poison snake to bite her in the end.

173-b:A bite down there I really wouldn't recommend.

106:I won't need world alliances, When I'm commanding everyone's appliances.

173-b:Oh, no, Larry, that would really smart, To be bitten on the bottom by a Cuisinart.

106:Hannibal, book confirms, Tried conquering Italy with pachyderms. Just why he failed, nobody tells, But he never could get past the Roman sentinels.

173-b:And he couldn't find his weapons in the peanut shells!

106:An elephant is not required, If I can use the media to be admired!

173-b:The TV viewers you'll delight, Unless the network puts your show on Sunday night.

106:Atilla was a mighty Hun, He ransacked Asia Minor just for fun. But when he got to Europe's banks, He was routed by an army of heroic Franks.

173-b:I like mine with sauerkraut and mustard, thanks.

106:Why pillage like a criminal? When I can send out messages subliminal!

173-b:Please send a message to that Hun, To see if he can pillage me a hot dog bun? Zort!

106:Caligula was no Boy Scout, He did things that we can't even talk about. The Romans knew he'd lost his head, When he filled a vacant Senate seat with Mr. Ed!

173-b:What's wrong with being friendly with a thoroughbred?

106:Why rule like such a reprobate? When I can put the world in a hypnotic state!

173-b:When everybody's in a trance, You can make the people do a chicken dance!

106:Russell, if you don't stop this foolishness I shall have to hurt you.

173-b:Okay.

106:In France, Napoleon Bonaparte, Thought beating Austria was very smart. But when he took on England too, He was beaten up by Wellington at Waterloo.

173-b:And now he's just a pastry filled with creamy goo.

106:Why conquer with depravity? I'll win the world by undermining gravity.

173-b:And even if your plan falls through, Maybe they will name a pastry after you. Waahahaha!

106:From Genghis Khan to Charlemagne, From Alexander down to Tamburlaine. I find a ruler's tragic flaw, And gain a little wisdom out of each faux pas.

173-b:Don't forget the former Governor of Arkansas!

106:That concludes my little rhyme, I hope this lesson wasn't just a waste of time.

173-b:Well, Larry, I've learned that one thing's true. Every one of them has failed, and so have you!

106:Thank you for that vote of confidence. Now, come, we must prepare for tomorrow night.

173-b:Why, what are we going to do tomorrow night? Sing a song about all the world's cheeses?

106:No, Russell, we shall try to take over the world. Through meticulous analysis of history!

#scp containment breach #scp foundation #scp fanart #scp fandom #scp 106 #scp 173 b #not art #lyrics of songs

[imalloutofgin]

Gin and Talking Pictures | Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022)

I was looking for my review of 'Knives Out' (2019) to compare and contrast this latest film, and I can't seem to find it, so perhaps I have made an error and missed doing a write up for it. I feel like the original was better than this one, which I think is a bit of an unpopular opinion at the moment. But, my memory isn't the best and I don't have a review for the previous film to draw from, so, yeah, take that with a grain of salt. Also, I'm going to try and make this spoiler free so there maybe some details that seem odd in this review. I am trying to keep things in line with what we know at the beginning of the film, so bear with me. ;)

'Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery' (2022), is a very engaging film. I like the mystery genre, and this was the kind of film where I didn't feel weird about pausing to try and solve the mystery with the people who I was watching it with. It was lighthearted over all, despite being about class and how the rich close ranks to keep their money/themselves safe from repercussions.

The story was interesting, and I loved the shift in perspective from ensemble piece to focus in on the main characters (Blanc and Andi Brand) in the second act. The way the film went back in time and showed different perspectives, which revealed something new, was very well done and I was surprised by some of the twists. I know this has been said but of course Janelle Monáe is an absolute stand out in her role as Andi, and I really think they made this film what it is.

The main characters (Andi and Blanc) are really interesting to watch and kept me guessing. The ensemble are completely unlikeable but that's what makes watching them really fun, however, I don't think I would have enjoyed them so much without the smaller roles of Peg (Birdie's PA), and Whiskey (Dukes girlfriend and occasional Twitch streaming partner). They added a perspective closer to our own as an audience. They are people trying to succeed while essentially working for a wealthy in group that will never fully accept them, so to me, they were the most relatable characters.

The costumes and the locations were good, but I did think some of the CGI, especially at the end, was really obvious and took me out of the moment. And although it was a fun film to watch and to try and figure out, I don't know if, now that I know the twists, I would watch it again. It felt less stylised with the camera movement than the last film, and that doesn't make me feel compelled for a re-watch.

All in all, I enjoyed trying to guess this mystery and I think there was some good messages about class that are very accessible in this film. I wouldn't give it a re-watch though.

3/5 stars.

#film #movie #cinema #movie review #film reviews #film recommendation #knives out #knives out glass onion #knives out 2 #imalloutofgin

[kmp78]

"Brilliant way to learn what's real and true. Geez anon. Get a life and a real education."

Woow. Does Jared know his echelon are out here berating strangers for showing an interest in him? I'm not doing some deep dive to be his next love interest. Calm down! I said I went down a rabbit hole and was trying to decipher what may or may not be true of what I found. Other than using cheeky word play from 30stm songs, I never said anything bad about the man. I asked about his time with VK because the dude is the forever bachelor. He says so himself. Was genuinely curious how he managed to share a space with someone who needed/wanted something from him without having an escape. As for TTT. I don't find her pretty OR interesting and she immediately broke his privacy. Again, was honestly asking what others saw there that I didn't to understand why that's still a hopeful relationship. And the Colin thing? Like I said, not looking to be a future wife. Turns out he is bi or gay? Good for him! Love is love. Just wondering why that fanbase was SO convinced and if anyone had seen or heard anything to give it merit. Mostly because JL is so idgaf about everything that he doesn't strike me as someone who would be in the closet. He could let a man follow 5 steps behind him like a lost puppy the same way these women do! As far as facts go, people here seem to get a lot of their intell from social media of his exs, PAs, friends--figured that sounded better than looking to tabloids. But, I mean, if you're so educated and know the scoop--fill me in with truth.......

I'm sorry but that message was way too long for me.

A bazillion word essays with 19 different topics and questions all rolled into one REALLY don't do it for me. 🤨

[ang-paborito]

I'm just trying to protect my siblings pero ako yung kontrabida

TLDR: I'm prohibiting my younger sibs from hanging out with my half-sibs and their families but this causing a drift between us.

Context: Medyo complicated fam structure namin. Basically, my parents both lost their spouses before remarrying to each other. Mom had no kids from first hubby but dad got tons. Aaaaand those grown ass kids didn't like my mom because she was almost in the same age range with them.

When they were all living together, the first family made my mom's life miserable. Yung sister ko first hand nya naranasan yung abuse like when our parents were out, tinali nila sa labas sister ko.

They were also the cause that my mom miscarried.

Dad cut them off and they bought a new house pero still supporting yung mga nasa college pa lang.

Pero he forgave them and reconnected kasi yung mga apo.

Laging ganun, gagawa sila kagaguhan, away cut off tapos reconnect. But they don't change, they just get better.

What's worst pati mga anak nila they are teaching them how to treat us and they spread these lies about my mom na wala namang basis. Super inggitera pa sila like if we have brand new clothes, toys, and things ninanakaw nila. If we go on trips as a family local or abroad, naghihinaing sila sa amin like they are making us feel guilty.

My sisters and I remembered it very much. My younger brother he was still a baby when we took him in (adopted). Yung half-sister ko who gave birth at the same time na inaadopt bb brother, she didn't like it kasi our dad was more enthusiastic with the newly adopted son kesa sa apo na kadugo nya.

My dad caught her in the act of pinching bb brother's nose until magpurple yung lips.

From then almost a decade na we didn't have contact. They were trying to reach out probably to ask for financial help, pero my dad wouldn't let them in.

We only got together once when both parents died, and we gave them a chance to renew the relationship and natutuwa naman bb brother to play with nephews and nieces his age. Kaso, it seems that they didn't change. They're materialistic and envious. Example, if my brother has a new console or gadget like psp or iPad, giniguilt trip nila yung bata so he will give the thing sa nephew. Or to ask me gifts through him. Pinahiram nya yung psp and it's gone na.

From then on, binawalan ko sya to ever bond with them. I told him why, especially that he almost got murdered.

Sumunod naman sya years later but lately he is requesting to bond sa kabila kasi they are reaching out.

They are also reaching out to my younger sister na graduating na by promising her to find her a job sa city hall. Inuupdate nila if may CSE na sya. Pero younger sister ko she wants to come with me abroad.

Then the other nights, I saw my brother's story na THEY WENT TO LA UNIOOOON with that sister who tried to kill him 17 years ago. I'm so angry and all this trauma coming back again because my oldest niece older than me and her sisters were playfully drowning me when I was 6.

Off course I sounded like a paranoid mom. I messaged my half-sister to fuck off and threatened her if ever something bad will happen sa brother ko.

Ito namang brother ko galit pa sakin nakakahiya daw kasi they are nice to him naman daw and they didn't say anything bad about me.

I told him na if may gusto sya ipabili dun sya sa half-sister namin.

Reply nya: OK.COOL

Arrrrrrggggghhhh

😡😡😡😡😡

I told this to my older (whole) sister and sabi nya lang "Hayaan mo so he'll learn the hard way. He'll see them through if nagbago sila or not."

I didn't like the idea pero baka nasasakal na din sya sa amin kasi lagi namin pinagsasabihan and we are kinda overprotective to him. I thought we are doing a good job taking care of him but at the end, things happen.

Ang akin lang naman, I don't want him to experience what we had experienced with them. Kasi sobrang fucked up mga ginawa nila na iba borderline criminal na and if I ever list it, 2025 pa tayo matatapos.

Even if kinwento namin sa kanya parang walang pake because they are our memories not him eh.

[shoeshineyboy]

Top Five Little Guys to: cyberbully; stalk; sext; rotate in your mind; host a show with; suicide bait; wring out like a towel. Separate lists and explanations <3

this is unhinged I love this energy so much I am going to answer this fully <3

CYBERBULLY

James - he doesn't know how to use a computer and I am very very invested in him trying to work out which of the people he knows by name called him a "lanky twat" over anon

Octavius - cyberbulling powerful cishet men is like ambrosia to me

Rafaäl - I love him very much but his response to it would be funny I bet. I feel like this man can dish it out and take it and I love that

Ray - I know he's not an OC but he counts. he would be confused and it would be funny. I can't decide if Zaim would be really mad or find it really funny.

Tiberius - his response would be something like "MY WIFE IS A DOMINATRIX WE HAVE SEX EVERY SINGLE DAY I AM NOT A BETA MALE I HAVE SO MUCH MONEY etc etc" and it would become a copypasta

STALK

Rachel - I want to know what she does at night and I also want her to confront me if she catches me, don't read too much into this

Tchaikovsky - I am Obsessed I want to catch him doing his strange deeds as I build up my roster of "weird shit he does"

James, for the same reason. if I'm a student of either of them I want to Know

The baker's son - I want to weird him out the way he creeps women out. teach him a lesson

Rhodri - he doesn't do anything. this would be easy.

SEXT

Dara - I feel like he has fucking incredible sext game, if that's even a thing. he's a slut, which is a bonus

Artemisia - FORGIVE ME for wanting to sext a beautiful rich 6' lawyer woman. I am reading those messages extremely fucking disrespectfully and pre-taking nudes

Hafgan - this is Purely self-gratifying. I want her to sext me about fucking in a coffin

Mireille - umm... hiiiiiiiii... I know it's probably part of her job and that means she'd be fucking good at it

Tchaikovsky - he sends his husband photos of him getting ready in nice lingerie while he's staying away. it's not a stretch to think he'd be decent at sexting

ROTATE IN MY MIND

Tchaikovsky - I am rotating this man Always. I adore him. I adore him so much

Kai - I have loved Kai for like four years, or however long ago you made him. constant rotations. like a desk chair

Rebecca - I am obsessed with Rhodri's dead wife. I admire her. I mourn her. I love her

Artemisia - given that we played with her for like a week I am Amazed at the rotation status she's gained?? but you did So Well with her she is very real and she hurts me!

Iskandar - that's my son :) that's my son and I love him very much :)

HOST A SHOW WITH

Hafgan - goth energy off the fucking charts. I am happy to be the Sandi to her Noel

Cressida - I know it's not Really her bag but I think she'd also be really really good?? serious and science-y and providing some much-needed contrast!

Charles - he's a bit pretentious and I love that for him. I want him to be the serious host and I'll be the scatterbrained one. it works!!

Zaim - I don't care if he's going to overshadow me by being a tiktok bitch, he's funny, and I think our energy as hosts would be decent

Finian - he has charisma out the ears. he'd be a banging co-host.

SUICIDE BAIT

Caligula - because he fucking deserves it and everything else he gets

Octavius - see earlier, sending messages like that to disgusting cishet blokes is endlessly satisfying

Jack - remember Jack, my trade unionist? he's dealt with this shit before and his response is going to be fast, and biting, and he is Not gonna take the bait

Rachel - I LOVE her. I adore her. but I made her and I know she would have a response that's really funny and that honestly counts for a lot here

Isaiah - specifically in the era where he survives the car crash because he would be very very funny, coming from the "god refused to let me die sorry" department

WRING OUT LIKE A TOWEL

Nye - skrunkly :)

Isolde - she deserves the WORLD I want to wring out her troubles

Milosz - skrunkly, part 2 :)

Finian - specifically when he's grieving. pathetic husk of a man

Glenn - good god, he deserves it. skrunkly, part 3 :)

#posts to make me look insane #this is for james and james only but the rest of u can read if u like #skrunkly :) #oc tag

[sea-owl]

I am determined to make bestie in laws Clark and Kori a thing. Even if I have to do it all by myself.

Warning this is long and I'm on mobile

They first meet even before Dick and Kori or Bruce and Clark got together. Kori and Dick had a huge fight because of Dick repressing his emotions and trying to control his teammates powers aka he's being a mini Bruce. Kori sick of his shit leaves the Titans for a little while.

Kori turns off her communicator and just flys with no destination in mind.

She ends up in Metropolis.

Now Clark and Kori knew of each other from news repots and Batman's stalking the Titans but this would be the first time Superman and Starfire have officially met and talked to one another.

Clark offers a kind ear and Kori vents her frustrations. Ah Clark gets it. Dick unfortunately picked up more than a few of Bruce's habits that Clark and Alfred are still working on Bruce breaking. Clark also notices that Kori is a little bit like a mixture between him and Diana. He sees the warrior in her that is also in Diana but he also sees her kindess and love that he has.

Kori sticks around Metropolis for the next week or so. Happy enough to help Superman there.

Of course the press takes notice that one of Jump City's heros is now in Metropolis. Lois raises an eyebrow at Clark. Clark tells her, "She needed a break." Lois knowing Robin being part of the Titans understands.

Robin eventually came to Metropolis when he caught word that Starfire was there. They were both still angry with one another, him for her leaving without a way for the Titans to find her and her for his controlling ways.

Clark makes them sit down and talk it out. He also plays translator to Dick's Wayne speak.

The two work things out and go home. Clark is surprised when Kori hands him a communicator. It isn't like ones he's seen before. Kori explains that it's one from Tamaran and she has others. She would like to keep in contact with Clark and has change the settings to english so he can read the messages. Clark agrees and takes the communicator.

They keep in regular contact after that. Once in a while Kori will come visit Metropolis.

Kori knows Clark loves Bruce even before Clark does. She can see it in his face when he talks about the other man.

Clark is also the reason Bruce starts to warm up to Kori.

"You keep in contact with the alien?" Bruce questioned after seeing the communicator Kori left Clark. Not even looking up Clark responded. "Her name is Starfire and she is very nice. She's been good for Dick. Honestly if she was human you'd try to adopt her."

Kori met Lois during a visit and Clark regrets it.

Kori and Lois scheme superbat matchmaking schemes. One of them being having Kori kiss Clark in front of Bruce on the basis that Kori wanted to learn kryptonian. Lois knew of Bruce's jealousy would put them closer to superbat.

Clark does try to learn Tameranean from her.

Ma and Pa Kent adore Kori. Kori is fascinated by farm life.

When Kori is pregnant and needs a belly massage she demands Clark does it because no one else can get the right amount of pressure like him.

When annoyed by their spouces Clark and Kori will start talking in only kryptonian and/or tameranean. They also gossip in these languages.

The communicator Kori gave Clark when they first met is still how they mainly communicate even years later

#superman #clark kent #koriand'r #kori anders #kory anders #starfire #slight superbat #slight dickkori #besties clark and kori #dc headcanon #dc comcis #i will add more as they come up

[comfortbucky]

𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯

gif credit: @buckysbarnes <3

summary: we get some reader x riley action in this chapter! also a lot of character development for the reader so once again i know this is literally the slowest of burns but pls bear with me guys :) also! this is the last chapter that will be following ca:ws, so the next one will be taking place during ca:cw. i'm skipping over movies that do not have bucky bc if i didn't..... we would be here for A WHILE folks 🤣

but i am more than willing to write headcanons about certain time periods!!!! :)

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: canon level violence, we go into detail regarding the readers time in HYDRA's captivity so mentions of that, violence, things along those lines

A/N: i skipped over steve saving bucky on the helicarrier and then bucky saving steve from the river at the end of winter soldier only because i wouldn't want to change a single thing to the scene (it is perfect and should remain untouched!!!!!!!!!) and i don't think i could truly do it justice by rewriting it 🤣 so if u want to see it u should definitely!!! go back and rewatch it :)

as always i would love to hear any feedback, comments, or suggestions u guys have!!!!!!!!🥰

if u would like to be added to the taglist, pls send me a message! :)

word count: 4k

series masterlist!

Y/N, Steve, Sam, and Agent Hill made their way over from their secure hideout to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Once they had arrived, they were able to infiltrate the comm system room where Steve started speaking into the PA system.

“But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”

The last few sentences of his speech elicited a repressed memory in Y/N’s brain.

She knew she should have listened to Riley, but she had seen some movement in the trees below and wanted to do a quick surveillance check. Y/N loved him, unbeknownst to Riley, but hated how he always seemed to be right. Her stubbornness had led her to have her flight suit pack shot, forcing her to crash land. The impact of her landing caused her comm systems to malfunction as well, leaving her stranded. Riley and Sam knew the general area that Y/N flew towards, but the forest was so vast, it would be a while before they could track her.

Y/N groaned as she started to stand up, body sore from her, not-so elegant, landing. She’d only recently started to learn how to use the Falcon suit. Before she could begin to assess her surroundings to try and figure out where she was, Y/N heard rustling noises from her left. She froze, hoping that whoever or whatever was nearby, wouldn’t be able to sense her presence if she held her breath. Unfortunately for her, a nearby HYDRA agent was using thermal imaging cameras which gave her away. Y/N felt the back of her head being hit before passing out.

When she awoke, she found herself sitting in a chair, hands handcuffed behind her and her feet chained to the chair. Panic washed over her but she quickly took a deep breath to relax. She knew that getting worked up would only make things worse for her.

Riley and Sam will find me.

Riley and Sam will find me.

She shut her eyes and repeated that statement over and over again in her mind, almost as if saying it enough times would summon them.

“Sergeant L/N, you’re finally awake.” Y/N’s eyes shot open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of her, was a man dressed in a black military-style suit with an octopus logo on his collar. HYDRA.

“Ah, Lieutenant Asswipe, how lovely to see you,” Y/N smirked as the man’s face bunched up in anger.

“You may want to choose your next words wisely, Sergeant.” The man moved his face closer to hers, in an attempt to intimidate her. “Or your life won’t be the only one in danger,” he said, smirking. Y/N glared at him, hoping he didn’t see the fear in her eyes from his threat. She knew that Riley and Sam were probably in the surrounding area, and if HYDRA had spotted her and taken her in, there was no reason for her to believe they could do the same to them. The man stepped back and started to pace back and forth as he continued. “As long as you cooperate with us, we shouldn’t have any problems.”

“What the hell do you want?” Y/N hissed at him. He paused his pacing to turn his head towards her.

“The EXO-7 Falcon suit. Tell me how it is manufactured and operated.”

“I don’t know.” Y/N’s reply was met with a slap to her face. Her eyes began to fill with tears from the stinging pain, so she bit her lip to prevent any tears from falling before looking back up at the man.

“I will ask you again, and you may want to reconsider your previous answer.” He bent down to meet Y/N at eye level. “Tell me about the EXO-7 Falcon suit.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.” This time, the man punched her across the face. Y/N spit blood that had started to pool in her mouth from her now split lip. The man sighed and turned around to exit the room. He took a couple of steps before pausing to speak, keeping his body facing forward.

“You’re not ready to talk to me. That’s fine. But you will want to be ready by the time someone else returns.” He left the room and Y/N heard the door lock behind him. She immediately went to work, trying to escape from her chains.

After about an hour of trying to break loose, Y/N realized her efforts were useless. Even if she was able to release herself, there was nowhere to go. She was trapped inside a concrete room, with the only port of exit being the locked door in front of her. Y/N muttered curses to herself as her mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, with no frame of reference to try and determine what time of day it was before she realized she had no escape options.

Every round of interrogation was worse than the last. Once a day, she assumed, as she still had no reference of time, someone would come in and try to find out information about the Falcon suits. Y/N didn’t have to look at a mirror to know she looked like shit. She had been starved for what felt like weeks, receiving the occasional piece of stale bread and some water. On top of that, she had been beaten to a pulp. Her left eye bruised, she had a split lip, probably a broken nose, fractured or broken ribs, and last, but certainly not least, a long cut on the side of her abdomen.

Y/N had finally started to feel her body give out. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would last in HYDRA’s hands. Eyes closed shut, Y/N allowed her body to relax in her chair, trying to feel some semblance of peace. Suddenly, the door swung open, causing her eyes to shoot open and see a cloud of smoke blocking her view. Adrenaline pumped through her body, preparing her for another beating. She wasn’t sure if she could endure another interrogation, but hell if she wouldn’t go down fighting.

“Y/N?” A sense of relief washed over her. Riley.

“Riley?” She managed to croak out, coughing from the smoke entering the room. Y/N saw a figure move towards her, eventually being able to see Riley’s face emerge from the smoke. “Riley.” Tears immediately started to stream down her face as Riley embraced her in his arms. He pulled back to look at her and his heart immediately broke after seeing her injuries.

“I’m here, I’m here, Y/N,” Riley said, as he moved pieces of Y/N’s hair out of her face and rested his hand on her cheek.

“My knight in shining armor,” She teased.

“Glad to see HYDRA didn’t take your humor from ya, princess.”

Y/N ignored the warm feeling she got from hearing Riley’s term of endearment as he helped her get out of her handcuffs. Once she was released, he grabbed her hand and started to lead her towards the exit. She suddenly stopped and Riley quickly turned around to see what the hold-up was.

“My Falcon suit! We can’t leave it here.”

“It self-destructed as soon as HYDRA tried to take it apart; the Air Force embedded it as a security measure. Come on!” Riley gently pulled Y/N’s arm and she quickly followed behind. She would follow him anywhere. Before they made it out of HYDRA’s base, the man who she spoke to when she first got captured was waiting by the exit. Riley defensively stood in front of Y/N, arm extended out to shield her. The man in front of them chuckled.

“Several of your team members have paid with their lives in exchange for yours. Is that the price of your freedom? Are you really worth that much?”

Y/N clenched her fists, glaring at the man. She was about to reply with a snarky comment when Riley spoke up.

“She’s worth the world.”

Y/N quickly turned to face Riley in response to his confession. He kept his eyes forward, staring intently at the man. The man began to chuckle before his laughter was abruptly cut off by a blow to the head. He was effectively knocked out and fell forward, revealing Sam to be standing behind him.

“Someone needed to shut him up,” Sam shrugged. “And we need to get the hell out of here.”

The three of them quickly escaped the facility, with Sam and Riley taking flight with their Falcon suits, Riley holding Y/N, bridal style, in his arms. She felt her eyes close, exhausted from the torture she had endured for the past several weeks. Riley felt her muscles relax and held her a little bit closer to him. After having her gone from him for so long, he realized he never wanted to be that far apart again.

Y/N woke up in an infirmary bed, eyes fluttering open to see Riley sat in a chair next to her, asleep. She smiled and started to attempt to sit up in bed, wincing from the pain. That was enough to wake Riley up and he shot out of his chair to help her.

“I’m fine, Riley.”

“You’re hurt, you need help,” Riley grabbed her hand and placed his other one on the small of her back as he helped her sit up. Y/N’s cheeks flushed red as she held onto his hand. He smiled softly at her and she immediately melted. She waited for him to release his hand from hers, but he never did. Instead, he pulled up his chair with his free hand, keeping a firm grip on hers. She gave his hand a light squeeze as she stared into his eyes.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime, princess.”

Y/N quickly shifted her gaze down, feeling her face heat up. She felt a hand gently cup her cheek and looked up to meet Riley’s eyes again. If it were anyone else, she probably would have flinched, after having been tortured by HYDRA, but she felt safe in his presence. Y/N studied Riley’s eyes with hers. She had always found them to be so beautiful, emerald green with specks of gold scattered throughout. Her thoughts were interrupted by Riley’s voice.

“I meant what I said back there,” Riley slowly leaned closer to her, watching for any signs from Y/N to stop. There weren’t any, so he continued, speaking in almost a whisper. “You’re worth the world, Y/N.”

Y/N let go of Riley’s hand to hold his face with both her hands and closed the space between them as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips, careful to not further injure her already split lip. They pulled away, resting their foreheads on each other.

“You’re my entire world, Riley.”

“Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?” Sam’s comment pulled Y/N back from her memories. Steve gave Sam a smile before heading out to the launch pad, Sam and Y/N following behind.

“Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam asked, running beside Steve and Y/N.

“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.”

“I figured that’d be obvious,” Y/N shot Sam a smirk and he rolled his eyes in response.

The three ran off a ledge, Y/N and Sam taking flight in separate directions, while Steve landed on a lower level of the launch pad. As Sam approached one of the helicarriers, the sensors started to fire missiles at him.

“Hey Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.”

“You okay?” Steve spoke into his earpiece, seeking cover behind storage crates.

“I’m not dead yet.”

“Be careful, Sam.” Sam could sense the worry in Y/N’s voice. After losing Riley, he knew she was always concerned about him. He was about to reply when Agent Hill’s voice came onto the comm system.

“Falcon 1, status?”

“Engaging.” Sam flew towards the helicarrier, skillfully dodging the bullets fired at him.

“Wait, why does he get to be Falcon 1?” Y/N interjected.

“Not the time, Y/N.” He made his landing, kicking a guard in the process. He turned around to shoot at another armed guard, surveilling the area. “Alright, I’m in.” Suddenly, a jet turned the corner and started to open fire on Sam. “Oh, shit!”

Y/N whipped her head around to locate Sam upon hearing him yell. She was taking cover from the shots being fired at her from the helicarrier she was targeting. Y/N watched as Sam stepped off his helicarrier backward, shooting at the jet as he fell back. He caught himself, wings spreading out. Y/N didn’t take a moment to think before flying towards him.

They flew side by side, dodging the bullets being shot at them from the jet.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’ll distract them, just get your target blade in.” Y/N didn’t give Sam time to object before flying in the opposite direction, firing off at the jet to gain its attention.

Steve’s voice came on the comms, “Alpha lock.”

Agent Hill spoke next, “Falcon 1, where are you now?”

“Had to take a detour,” Sam replied. “But I’m in now.” He accessed the mainframe of the helicarrier, replacing one of the target blades with his. “Bravo lock,” He said, before diving off the platform to catch up with Steve.

“Two down, one to go,” Agent Hill updated the trio. “Falcon 2, what’s your status?”

Y/N was attempting to land on the last helicarrier when the jet behind her set off heat-seeking missiles, forcing her to divert her course.

“Kind of in the middle of something right now.” She flew towards another incoming fighter jet, missiles following right behind her. Before crashing into the oncoming jet, she folded her wings up at the last second, free-falling, as the missiles collided with the jet. The original jet wasn’t able to slow down in time and crashed into the debris, causing an explosion. Y/N quickly spread her wings out to take flight again and headed back towards the last helicarrier.

Sam had flown Steve over to the last helicarrier, waiting for Y/N who had the last chip.

“You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look,” Sam stated, dropping Steve onto the landing platform.

“I had a big breakfast,” Steve replied back. “Y/N, we’re at the last helicarrier. Meet us here and I’ll get the last target blade in,” Steve spoke into his earpiece, before getting shoved off the platform by the Winter Soldier.

“Steve!” Sam yelled, leaping to rescue him from falling. Before he could, the Winter Soldier grabbed a hold of one of Sam’s wings, throwing him back. Sam regained his balance in the air and began to fire at the Soldier. He retreated, allowing Sam to fly away, before using a grappling hook to wrap around Sam’s foot and slam him down on the ground, ripping off one of his wings. The Soldier ran to Sam, kicking him off the platform. As Sam was hurtling towards the ground, he released his other wing from his pack and launched his parachute to land safely on the ground.

As Y/N approached the last carrier, she saw Steve hanging off a ledge and immediately streamlined towards him. She grabbed him and brought him back onto the ledge.

“Cap! Y/N! Come in, you guys okay?” Sam’s panicked voice came through their earpieces.

“Don’t worry, I got him, Sam,” Y/N replied, giving Steve a pat on the back, as she took a moment to catch her breath. Steve grinned before responding to Sam.

“We’re on the helicarrier, where are you?”

“I’m grounded,” Sam said in defeat. “The suit’s down. Sorry guys.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve replied back, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder while he gave her a reassuring smile. “We got it.”

Agent Hill noticed Rumlow on the security cameras, headed towards the Council, where Natasha and Fury were, and informed Sam. He ran off to take care of Rumlow while Y/N and Steve rushed to place the last target blade.

Y/N ran across the catwalk to put the chip in before getting shoved to the side by the Winter Soldier. The target blade flew out of her hands, landing in the space between where Steve and the Soldier were standing. They were facing each other, on opposite ends of the catwalk. Y/N remained on the ground, scared that if she moved a muscle, the Soldier would attack. She knew it wasn’t really Bucky who was standing before her, carefully thinking about her next move.

“People are gonna die, Buck.” Steve was met with silence, as the Soldier stared blankly at him. Steve continued. “I can’t let that happen.” Y/N watched as the men continued to stare at each other, neither of them making the first move. “Please don’t make me do this,” he said, his eyes silently begging the man before him to let him pass peacefully. The Soldier’s face remained unchanged, forcing Steve to narrow his eyes and throw his shield at the Soldier as he quickly launched himself forward to grab the target blade. Y/N took that as her signal to get up and help. With the Soldier focused on fighting Steve, Y/N entered the code to access the rest of the helicarrier’s target blades. She took one of them out, a spot waiting for Steve to place the last one in.

She turned to see the Soldier tackle Steve, throwing them both off the ledge and onto the glass panels below. Y/N launched into action, flying down to distract the Soldier in order to give Steve a chance to put the last chip in. She swooped in, kicking the Soldier in the process, as Steve scrambled to grab the target blade that slipped out of his hands.

“One minute!” Agent Hill’s voice shouted into their earpieces, causing Steve to start climbing back up towards the catwalk to insert the last target blade.

The Soldier recovered quickly, latching onto Y/N’s foot with his metal arm to slam her to the ground. She kicked out of his grasp and stood up to stand face to face with the Soldier. He swung a punch at her and she dodged but ended up getting stabbed in the shoulder from a knife in his other hand in the process. She yelled out in pain before landing a kick to his chest, pushing him away from her. Y/N held pressure over her wound, panting, as the Soldier started to charge towards her again. She swiftly dodged him, moving out of the way, using her wings to jump onto his shoulders, pulling him to the ground, holding him in a chokehold. The Soldier’s arms frantically clawed at her legs, trying to free himself, but she held on tight, slowly feeling him lose consciousness. She let out a sigh of exasperation as she released him from her grip and slowly started to stand up. Y/N looked up at Steve, watching as he put the last target blade in.

“Charlie lock.” Steve turned to see that Y/N had flown up to the catwalk to meet him.

“Okay, guys. Get out of there,” Agent Hill said as she got ready to initiate the helicarriers attack on themselves. Steve turned to Y/N.

“You need to get out of here now.” Y/N shook her head furiously.

“You’re coming with me,” she shot back with a hint of desperation in her voice. Steve sighed.

“I’m not leaving him,” Steve glanced in Bucky’s direction, realizing that he wouldn’t be unconscious for much longer. “I can’t.”

Y/N wanted to refuse to leave, not wanting to possibly lose Steve like she lost Riley. But she thought about how she might act if she were in Steve’s position, with Riley in place of Bucky. And she knew then what she had to do. She threw her arms around Steve, tears forming in her eyes. They pulled away from each other before Y/N flew up, stealing a quick glance at Steve, watching him make his way over to Bucky.

“Fire now,” Y/N heard Steve state firmly through her earpiece.

“But, Steve…”

“Do it! Do it now!” Maria hesitated for a moment, but ultimately obeyed Steve’s orders, initiating the attack sequence. Y/N watched the helicarriers start to fire at each other, taking each other down, as she flew away from the wreckage.

Y/N and Sam spoke softly in Steve’s hospital room, in an attempt to not wake him up from his sleep.

“It’s not like you were the first one to put on the suit,” Y/N whispered, crossing her arms over her chest. Sam sighed.

“Well, we can’t both be called Falcon.”

“Just seems a little condescending to be called ‘Falcon 2.’”

“Then we’ll call you something else,” Sam paused to think. “What about Redwing?”

“Redwing,” She said softly to herself, testing out the sound of her new name escaping her lips. It felt right, like it belonged to her. Her regular therapist appointments, since she had come back from overseas, had revealed to her that she had no idea who she was without Riley. Since her capture, she’d become dependent on him, seeking comfort in following whatever he was doing. When she returned with Riley gone and had to adjust to civilian life, Y/N had struggled to find who she wanted to be, what she wanted to do. Sam was a huge help during her recovery, encouraging her to try new things to find what she was passionate about. She’d be able to find a couple activities she enjoyed doing, helping out at the VA with Sam and working part time at a daycare, but nothing felt quite as right as fighting alongside Steve, Sam, and Natasha. She smiled to herself. Y/N knew who she was now.

“On your left.” Y/N and Sam quickly looked to their left to see Steve with an exhausted smile on his face. They smiled back at him, both letting out sighs of relief.

“I’ll go tell your nurse you’re awake,” Sam said, standing up and leaving the room. Y/N scooted closer to Steve and rested a hand on his arm. She felt her eyes swell with tears as Steve placed his other hand on hers.

“I’m alright, Y/N,” he said in response to seeing her eyes glossy with tears, causing them to both chuckle.

“I’m so glad you are.”

He let out an exhale before saying, “He pulled me from the river,” he paused. “He remembered me.”

“You’ll find him, Steve.” She said, giving his arm a squeeze. They shared a smile as Sam returned with Steve’s nurse.

Y/N, Sam, and Steve were standing at Fury’s grave, as the man himself approached them from behind, walking past them to get a good look.

“So, you’ve experienced this sort of thing before,” he stated, referring to Steve.

“You get used to it.”

Fury kept his gaze on his tombstone as he spoke. “We’ve been data mining HYDRA’s files,” he turned to face Steve. “Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship. I’m headed to Europe tonight.” Steve looked at Fury before looking back down at the ground. “Wanted to ask if you’d come.”

Steve kept his focus on the ground. “There’s something I got to do first.” He looked back up at Fury, who had already turned to Sam.

“How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities.” Sam glanced over at Steve before turning to reply to Fury.

“I’m more of a soldier than a spy.” Fury nodded and looked at Y/N, already knowing her mind was made up from the look in her eyes.

“I think I should stay here,” she said, looking at Sam and Steve before shifting her attention back to Fury. “Keep an eye on these two.”

Fury chuckled, “Alright, then.” He turned to shake the trio’s hands. “Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here,” he stated, tipping his head in the direction of his grave.

“You should be honored,” The three of them turned to the sound of Natasha’s voice. She walked over with a grin on her face as she continued. “That’s about as close as he gets to saying thank you.”

Y/N and Sam gave the two space to talk. Sam crossed his arms as he exhaled.

“I have a feeling that I’m gonna have to tell Carl to take over my sessions at the VA.” Y/N chuckled in response.

“Carl has big shoes to fill and crappy snacks to give out.” They shared a laugh together before a wave of silence washed over them.

Sam broke the silence, "I'm really glad you're here Y/N." She smiled.

"Me too."

They watched as Natasha handed a file to Steve and kissed his cheek before walking away. Y/N and Sam made their way over to Steve.

“You’re going after him,” Sam watched as Steve opened the file Natasha had given him.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Steve spoke as his gaze was locked on a small, wallet-sized, picture of Bucky from the 40s.

Y/N and Sam shared a look between each other before turning to Steve.

“We know.” Y/N placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Sam took a step forward to stand next to Steve.

“When do we start?”

chapter 4

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

   "All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

   "Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

   "Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city." 

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

   "Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

  "Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits. 

   "They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

   "Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

   "Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

   "This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

   "It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

   "I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

   "Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

   "Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

   "Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

   "Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

   'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon. 

   "I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

   "Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr secret santa 2020 #fangirl writes #(this techincally is still a work in progress so i may edit parts in the future

[guigz1-coldwar]

"'First' day" : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"'First' day"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is now officialy an MI6 agent working with Park and they both planning their moves for their new mission.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3100

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I couldn't believe it with all my might but today.....I was given a new chance in my life, a new chance to be able to redeem myself further and all of that was thanks to Park herself, the one I'm loving so much right now. Now, I was no longer acting as an simple ex-Perseus agent, helping the CIA & the MI6 in their fight against Perseus like a free-lance mercenary but now, I was Yirina Grigoriev, an MI6 agent specialized in cryptography & on the Special Operations along with Park. I was now an full member of her Majesty's Secret Service......I never thought that would be happening but here were are....the KGB, Perseus and now.....the MI6.

When I left the meeting room, having met in person the two directors of the two british organizations and literally the Prime Minister herself, I was so relieved, so happy, so amazed by the events that I was feeling indebted with the MI6. If they gave me that chance, I have to give my best to not deceive them....to not deceive Park herself. I'm owing my entire life to her and she owes her life to me, it's time for me to do my best.

Once we were out, we returned back to her office where I could sit back on that chair and my body was still chilled by the news I just had in me. While Park was putting her box back in the drawer she found it, I looked outside, observing the view of the city.

"Thank you, Park." I breathed, lost in my thoughts. "Thank you for giving me an chance."

"You know that I had to do it." She affirmed, closing the drawer, looking at me with her left eye. "By giving you an job in the MI6, I'm protecting you from any attempts the CIA can do on you."

"They can try now, I'm waiting." I scoffed about it, putting my arm on the chair armrest.

"I'm pretty sure that Hudson would be so pissed off by hearing that." She exclaimed before she got sit back on her desk chair.  "Guy maybe want your head but he know that he will have the whole MI6 against him if he do a thing."

"So, everyone in here knows of my identity ?" I asked as I was looking a bit curious when miss Thatcher said that I had a troubled past.

"Well, for an part." She started, putting her arms on the desk. "It was better than we didn't mention the brainwashing part." She continued, having her eyes trying to look away.

"You had your reasons, I don't want to put an scare to those I will be working on with." I admitted, it's already for me difficult to deal with my past, I don't want to make it harder if everyone is knowing on my brainwashing. "I guess that now, you're my superior ?" I joked.

"Oh, Yiri...." She whispered as we both joined hands together on the desk. "We're on the same level and we're taking our decisions as a group." She looked at me, her eyes moved.

"You're looking so lovely." I said, focused on her eyes.

"And you too, I love your redhead hair...." She confessed, looking at it, even the part with my scar on it.

"My god, if there weren't that ban on people like us here, I would have jumped on you on that desk." I expressed, resisting the urge to really do it actually.

"Mmhm....seems a little bit cliché, darling." She smirked at me as we slowly start to get closer above the desk. "Cliché but sounding very exciting." She added before we share a kiss on the lips, my first as an MI6 agent.

"We are going to do this, aren't we ?" I asked her and she nodded at me after we broke the kiss.

"Pretty sure we're gonna do this." She affirmed before we decide to go back on our respectives seats, now trying to refocus back on the actual situation. "So at first, we need to return back to West-Berlin to get the remaining of our stuff at the safehouse."

"And once we got it, where do we install ourselves ?" I asked and she rolled her eyes, making me think and I know that the place was already chosen by her "We're staying at West-Berlin, right ?" She nodded, biting her lips.

"It will be in a MI6 safehouse that isn't some sort of warehouse with an dorm but more like an house with bedrooms....like in the New Orleans." She replied, reassuring me a little.....even if we had to return in that city. "It's sure that we ain't going to stay permanently there."

"Of course, if Stone do this moves somewhere else, we're moving..." I guessed, making me have hope about our mission. "About the team we will have ?" I questioned her

"I will call them once we're fully set in that new safehouse but we will be only 4." She responded and I was reassured, I don't want to have too many people around me in that safehouse. "It will be mainly 2 of my friends.....including Greta." She showed me the group picture of her desk "The other would be him." She pointed the man with a small beard, looking at the same age of ours.

"What's this name ?"

"Garrett Donovan, I'm sure that you will like him." She replied, winking at me.

"I can say that your friends can become mine, then." I suggested and she was happy to hear that.

"Excuse me ?" It was the voice of a man that knocked at the opened door of her office. By looking at him, he was an member of the MI5. "Miss Grigoriev ?" He asked for me.

"Yes ?"

"We learned that you had some skills in cryptography and we wanted you to have a look at this." He walked next to me to give me an piece of paper that was encrypted as hell.....but it was my code I created in Perseus. "We received this in the morning from our usual mysterious source."

"Do you have a pen and a empty paper ?" I said, causing Park to find me quickly what I needed before I decided to get myself to work on that message.

I took a deep breath at looking at the encrypted message and I launched myself. Thanks to my knowledge on cryptography and to the fact that this system was the one I created, I could be able to decrypt it in no time and during the decryption, I was feeling observed by Park and this man but it wasn't troubling me at all as I was focused on having this message fully readable for someone who don't know anything on cryptography.

"Done." I breathed as I was finally finished with that message, I took only 5 minutes to have it done.

"Wow, that's very fast." The man exclaimed, amazed by the time I took. "What does the message is saying ?" He asked me.

"Apparently, Stone has been seen in an Perseus warehouse.....in West-Berlin." I looked at Park, rolling my eyes at talking about another Perseus warehouse. "The message mentioned exactly what is this warehouse usefulness and where it is." I then looked at the man "Who is this R. ?"

"It's the initial our mysterious source is using." He replied.

"You said that this mysterious person is someone that came often, does this person is sending you willingly these messages ?" I asked him, mentioning what he said earlier, he nodded at me.

"Yes but we don't know why they're doing this." He was looking as someone trying to look in his mind but nothing could help him to clear his mind. "I can't help you with that."

"It's okay, you just gave us a perfect start." I told him with an smile.

"I'm glad to have helped." He then start to walk away before looking at us "Goodbye, ladies." He closed the door behind him, leaving us with Park.

"I'm already loving to work in the MI6." I confessed to her who make a discreet laugh to me.

"Told you !" She affirmed before taking her dial phone in hand, a secured one. "I'm going to ask for our safehouse to be ready." She winked at me. "It's time for your first day within the MI6."

After that, she picked up the phone to call her contact that will set up our safehouse in West-Berlin and honestly, I was quite nervous to return back to this city. I thought that we will just go there to take back the remaining stuff we left there and then, maybe fly back here with an new safehouse but now, with our new piece of intel we got thanks to this MI5 agent, our first mission is of course located in West-Berlin and again, it was an warehouse that we are going to strike, like in my first days one month ago....all over again.

Once Park was done with her call, I helped her packed up some things in a new bag, especially things about Stone and our recents moves against Perseus, and after that, we took our respectives bags and we decided to left Century House in her car to return back to the airport where we could take the same private plane before leaving London behind us to go back to West-Berlin.

During the flight, I wasn't going to take a rest since the travel will not last long, making us arrived in the german city in 2 hours at the middle of the afternoon. Instead, Park took with us some old messages about that mysterious R who started to sent the MI5 encrypted message a year ago in February 1983 and what Park told me about them, each time, it was always correct. This mysterious person inside Perseus group is helping the british secret services for a year now, explaining the success the MI5 & the MI6 had on these operations, explained by Park.

I was wondering of something : my system is still used by Perseus...so is Perseus has been able to train someone to take the lead after my supposed death...or one of my friends has took the lead...it's impossible, all of my friends wanted to flee Perseus, no one would have ever wanted to stay with that guy and it couldn't be Freya at all, she wasn't an expert on it and cryptography need a lot of training.

There weren't anything else for to see except for the message I have decrypted in Park's office, leading us to another Perseus warehouse and finally, we arrived in West-Berlin at 4 PM, landing at the Tempelholf Airport, the one I almost got breathless with Freya and saved Park. We didn't stay any longer in here before getting on our way to the E9 safehouse for the last time in my life, I really hope to be the last time.

"Last time, Yiri....Last time...." I whispered to myself once we were arrived at the safehouse as Park let me drive to get here, after I insisted to do it and she helped me with the direction.

"Woods & Mason must be there." Park exclaimed as we could see the garage door of the safehouse open with an car in front of it backwards, its trunk opened. "Come on, let's get inside." She added, closing the door of her side before we start to walk inside.

"Look who is there." It was Woods standing next to Adler's old desk, having finished to talk to a man before he moved to get to us. "How was London ?" He asked to both of us.

"Pretty good." I replied with an smile, shooking hands with him.

"Where's Mason & Sims ?" Park questioned him as she was looking around inside to find them.

"Mason is already settled in the safehouse we're having in Ukraine as Hudson told us that he had a lead for us." He shook hand with her. "Enough for all of us."

"Uhm....we need to tell you that we're not coming." Park said to him, making him confused at hearing this. "MI6 has given me the order to form a team to track Stone."

"Shit, I almost forgot about that guy." He breathed, thinkful.

"I'm taking Yirina along the way, away from the CIA." She then looked at me with an grin "Show him." I knew what she wanted me to show and I took my credentials in hand, showcasing it to him.

"Say hello to the MI6 agent Yirina Grigoriev !" I scoffed as he looked at me with wide eyes, surprised by that.

"Damnit...." He looked away for an second. "It's an big occasion you got here."

"All thanks to me." Park proclaimed, proud of herself as I was proud of her. "Should avoid Hudson to do something against her or he will have the whole MI6 against him."

"He already have pissed off some CIA guys like me..." He joked, making us laugh about it. "So, how things will happen ?" He questioned Park.

"Well, since your team will be focused on having Adler back and ours to neutralize Stone, we can cross intels with one another if for example, we found something on Adler." She explained to him who nodded. "By the way, do you have anything new on that lead Hudson told you ?"

"Said that the CIA was able to maybe track down an agent that was there in that mall, couldn't tell more." He replied, not sure of Hudson infos about it. "Guess you're staying here at West-Berlin ?" We nodded to him slowly. "At least, it's not here you're staying, we're abandoning the place once you got your things back."

"Yes and anyway, I hate that place....bring too many bad memories." I whispered before I looked over his shoulder to see Sims, sit at his old desk, not looking happy and Woods saw me.

"Sims is still mad over yesterday." Woods exclaimed to us, taking a quick glare on him. "Better to leave him quietly for the moment."

"Okay, we will get our things and we will be out of here." Park said before she start to walk to her old desk with me.

We started to take a look for the last time around the safehouse before we worked on getting Park's belongings in some boxes and put it into our car. In fact, we came only for her own belongings as I didn't have one when I came back here, it was her who gave me everything. During the multiples travel we had to do between her desk, the dorm for her clothes and the car, I was thinking about a lot of things that happened here...mostly bad things on me and the only good things I had was with Park & Lazar.

"Finished." I was putting the last box inside the car after spending more than 30 minutes to have everything in it, she did have a lot of things in her possession.

"I'm gonna talk about some details with Woods, you can stay in the car or take a last look inside if you want." Park exclaimed before she walked back inside to get to Woods as I closed the car trunk.

I didn't know what to do apart from staying near the car to do nothing so I decided to go back inside, the place was looking more empty now : the dashboard was no longer there anymore, the Dark Room was closed down and all the desk hads nothing on them. As Park was discussing with Woods, I could see Sims, still alone at his desk and even Woods told us to not talk to him, I decided to get to him.

"Sims ?" I said in a low voice, getting next to him, seeing him holding an old picture of him & Adler.

"I heard that you got promoted into the MI6, congratulations." He told me in a passive voice, not sounding happy I can say.

"Listen, I'm...."

"You what ?" He started, cutting me straight "You're sorry ?" He added, looking at me with an raised eyebrow

"Yes." I whispered suddenly ashamed to have maybe put him into that state.

"I can't believe that you let that agent go away and allowing Stitch to get his hands on Adler." He complained, the story about me letting Freya free was inadvertently told by Bulldozer after we came back at Fort Dix and now everyone was aware of it.

"Hey, it's not my fault that Adler has gone berseck against him." I spoke up, almost raising my voice but keeping it down, not wanting to get angry for real. "He should have evaluate the risk of it."

"And ?" He looked at me, almost angry.

"And what ? What do I need to tell you more, Sims ?" I asked him, confused. "Adler nearly got everyone killed."

"Maybe...." He pronounced, sounding like if Adler's life was suddenly more important "You could have save him but you didn't do a thing." He removed his eyes off me back to that picture he was holding in his hands. "You preferred instead to have a talk about your 'old best friend'." He said, mimicking like Bulldozer.

"She was not my old best friend...." I took a deep breath. "She was my old fiancee." At hearing this, he looked at me slowly, almost troubled at this but still keeping his anger towards me.

"Even with that, that doesn't change a thing : Adler is in Perseus hand." He affirmed at my face.

"Listen, we will save him, Sims." I admitted, not even believing that I was going to say that.

"Pfff...." He muttered "We both know that you don't give an fuck about Adler and what happened yesterday was a proof of it."

"For an part, you're right !" I raised my voice, finally getting my thoughts out. "I don't give an fuck about Adler like he did the same for me." I pointed to myself. "He treated me like shit and you did nothing to counter him." I sniffed as Sims nearly stand up from his chair to face me. "I'm doing the big part of the work but what I got is 'you could do better' or 'is this it ?' as a reward."

"Yirina." I could hear Park voice coming behind me, calling me out.

"You need to know that I'm not happy to have to go save Adler's ass but we have no choice so act like everyone will did : save your friend like I'm trying to do with my own !" I confessed to him before I looked around, holding back my tears as I didn't want to get angry with Sims, to look at Park.

"I'm finished with Woods, we can go now." She affirmed, gesturing at me to follow her outside.

"I'm coming." I told her before I gave a last look to Sims. "I'm trying to save my own life aswell as Adler's one, think about it." I finished with him, looking away from him as I got next to Park, holding my anger inside of me as I don't want to be angered now...

"Let's get out of here, this place is making me sick !"

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Some hot shot part 2

This is the last part for this part. 

Warnings: slight swearing and sass. Also a slap on the face for an ex bf!

Enjoy xx

The week passed quickly. You showed Rafael around town and all your favourite spots. Even having a quickie in a field on the out skirts of town where you always used to go paddock bashing and drinking on Saturday nights in high school. 

Wendy reminded Gwen of the conversation she had with you on the way home from her Hen’s Night. She was so embarrassed and messaged the next day to say Sorry.

"Yeah she is with Rafael Barba, you know that ADA that's always on the News. And she looks amazing, New York agrees with her. She said SVU is amazing to work in." Wendy gloated to Jeff and Rodger during brunch. 

She saw Rodger ball is hands into fits and his face go red. She didn't like Rodger, he was always rude and nasty. She loved rubbing this in his face.

****

You had to be at Gwen's parents place at 7am for hair and makeup, the ceremony was at 12 noon at Jeff's parent’s property. Rafael dropped you off.

"Can't wait to see you mi Hermosa, you’re going to look amazing" you lent over and kissed him

"Bye Rafi, see you later"

You walked up to the door and knocked. Gwen's Dad answered,

"Here's my girl" Gwen’s Dad smiled down at you.

"Hey Pa" he grabbed you and pulled you in for a big bear hug. "I've missed you."

"Same here darlin’, not the same not having you around"

"Is that my big New Yorker" Gwen's Mum came walking towards you and pulled you in for a hug, kissing your cheek over and over again

"Hey Mamma, it's great to see you. Missed you"

"Missed you Mrs ADA" you giggled and turned red.

----

"You ready?" You held Gwen's hand. “You look beautiful G"

"Thank you for being here, it wouldn't be the same without you and that dress is amazing" you lent into each other and hugged.

"It’s time" Gwen's Dad said.

You all walked out of the sun room at the side of Jeff's parents place. You could see Rafael and your Mum sitting in seats in the back row whispering and giggling with each other. You walked to the edge of the white carpet that lead to the alter and waited for the music to start.

You walked down the aisle just looking directly ahead, Jeff gave you a big warm smile, but Rodger gave you a dirty look. As you got to the alter Jeff walked to you and gave you a hug, and lead you to your place on the other side of the celebrant. The song changed everyone stood up for Gwen to walk down. Rafael caught your eye, and mouthed, "You look amazing" and you gave him a wink.

He could not get over how beautiful you looked. You had a blush pink mermaid style boob tube floor length gown on with sliver sandals. The dress wrapped around your curves. He had to thank Amanda for helping you pick that dress. You had sliver tear drop earrings, your heart necklace that he gave you and a sliver bangle, holding a bunch of white poise. Your hair was pulled back in a beautiful low pony tail style with the curls hair running down your back.

"She looks beautiful" your Mum lent over to him looking at you.

"You’re telling me" she laughed at him.

"You may kiss the bride" everyone stood up and cheered, blowing bubbles. Gwen grabbed her flowers off you and started to walk up the aisle holding Jeff's hand. Rodger followed them, not even waiting for you.

You walked over to Rafael and you’re Mum,

"Not a very good partner is he" your Mum said as you kissed her on the cheek. "You look amazing sweetie"

You stepped in front of Rafael who put both hands on your hips and pulled you in for a kiss.

"Wow Hermosa." He nodded looking you up and down.

"Y/N, Gwen needs you for photos" Wendy called out.

"I'll see you guys later" you kissed Rafael and walked to find them.

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"I' am not having a photo with her" Rodger snarled looking down at you.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Gwen snapped back and he turned and walked away.

"You guys have your photos, they are more important" you walked off to follow Rodger

"What the Fuck is your problem Rodger!"

----

Rafael and your mum were having a great time. She as introducing him to everyone. Even Rodgers parents who were very nice to him and made some small talk. He also met Gwen's Mum and Dad.

"You make sure you look after my girl. She is special that on" Gwen’s Dad elbowed Rafael’s arm smiling at him.

"She sure is, I will" Rafael smiled back.

Wendy walked up to them her cheeks flushed, 

"Ah Hey, excuse me Rafael, can you come with for me minute?"

"Yes sure, excuse me" Rafael looked between everyone.

Wendy harried off and he followed her trying to catch up. Wendy made her way around to the back of the house, he came up behind her as she stopped in her tracks.

"What's going-?” Rafael had a frown on his face.

There you were, Rodger was standing over you, you stepped back and slapped him across the face hard. Rafael gasped and speed past Wendy to go to you.

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"What's my problem? WHATS MY PROBLEM?"

"DO NOT YELL AT ME" You looked up at Rodger.

"OH you have balls now do you? At least New York is good for something"

"STOP your petty shit Rodger! You want to ruin your best friend’s wedding because you can't put everything aside for one fucking day"

“I haven't ruined my best friend’s day, you have" he stepped forward standing over you looking down at you "By being here. You should have stayed away. You come back like some big hot shot detective dating some old ADA ass hole. You must of developed daddy issues since you left, dating someone that much older than you" Rodger spat at you.

You stepped back, threw your hand back and planted it right on his left check putting your whole body behind it.

"YOU BITCH! I'll have your badge for that"

"I'd like to see you try" Rafael was standing next to you.

"OH look Daddy, or should I say Grandpa, has come to save you"

You went to slap his face again, but Rafael stood in front of you, pushing you back slightly.

"I may be old, but I bet you never made her scream like I do" Rafael snarled at him.

****

Monday morning you walked into the bullpen. You didn't run with Amanda that morning, but you promised you would the rest of the week. You were the last one to arrive before Liv, you said good morning to everyone and sat at your desk.

"How was your week away, how was the wedding? Loved the photo’s" Amanda asked, Nick and Fin were waiting for your answer.

"The week was good, the wedding well--I slapped my ex in the face"

"No you did not" Amanda said back excited, Nick and Fin laughed.

"What happened?" Nicked asked

You told them what happened, even what Rafael had said back to him.

"Wow, Go Barba" Fin praised him smiling to himself.

Just then, Liv walked through the door, 

"Y/N, my office NOW"

You walked in following her and closed the door behind you.

"Who's Rodger?" Liv looked over at you from behind her desk one eye brow raised.

"My ex-boyfriend" your hands started to sweat.

"The ex you slapped across the face on the weekend" you went red “What were you thinking? You’re better than that." Liv huffed at you.

"I ‘am so sorry Liv” You said just above a whisper.

"What happened?" Liv said as she sat down on her chair.

You told her what happened and why he acted like it. Although you left out what Rafael said. You and Liv were friends, but she was your boss and that would be an over share.

"So it's all jealousy?" Liv sat back in her chair.

"Yeah pretty much. I'm sorry Liv, he got to nasty, and I couldn't control myself"

"I know, I know, he deserved it in my eyes. But you can't go around slapping people because they say things you don't like, your a detective, you don’t want to get on the wrong side of Dodds or Tucker. I talked him out of lodging a complaint with 1PP. But I promised him I would punish you. So you’re on desk duty for the this week"

"Ok, I'm sorry again Liv" You turned on your heels with your tail between your legs walking back out to your desk.

"You alright?" Nick asked

"The prick called Liv and dobbed me in. He wanted to go to 1PP but she talked him out of it. She promised she would punish me, so I'm on desk duty this week" you rolled your eyes. “Prick”

"He rang your boss over a slap on the face?" Amanda asked, amused.

"It was probably what Barba said, not the slap. Men being told that, it cuts deep" Nick laughed

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Rafael was working late that night and you were in a horrible mood, you hated desk duty, so you decided to pick up dinner and go to the office. You knocked and walked in,

"Mi Hermosa, how was yo- are you ok?" You were red faced and frowning. You walked over to him handing him the paper bag which he sat on his desk.

"No, I'm pissed" you spat out.

"What's happened?"

"Liv got a phone call this morning, from Rodger" he raised his eye brows at you.

"He made a complaint about me slapping him over the weekend. Liv had to talk him out of making a complaint to 1PP, but she promised to punish me. So I'm desk duty for the rest of the week" you said through gritted teeth. 

He snorted and tried to hold back a smile the best he could.

"He complained about a slap?" Rafael finally laughed as you nodded back to him.

"It’s NOT funny Rafi" you snapped back.

"I ‘am sorry, but it is funny. He wanted to make Chief, but he complained about being slapped because what, he's an asshole?"

"That's not the point, Liv is pissed at me"

"She will get over it mi Hermosa" He walked closer to you pulling you for hug kissing down one side of your neck. “Here let Abuelo make it all better”

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