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how to save a life part 2︱spencer reid

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spencer reid x slight oc

spencer and veronica argue over him keeping their relationship from the team, but when spencer sustains a life-threatening gun shot wound it puts everything into perspective

angst + hurt/comfort with a n eventual happy ending

this is not an x reader because i hate writing y/n in place of a character name and it often forces you into writing in second person which i also hate - however I have avoided giving specific descriptions of hair/eye/skin colour, height and body shape so feel free to imagine it like an x reader

this is also heavily inspired by greys anatomy and ive taken characters from the show to be side characters, however you do not need to have watched a single episode of greys to follow the story

warnings: spencer being shot, descriptions of blood, descriptions of surgery

read part one here!

Veronica readjusted her dress for what felt like the 100th time that evening. The green, silk bodice was too restrictive; her feet ached from the stiletto heels April had picked out for her. She grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

"That is for the guests!" April hissed, smacking her arm with her tiny clutch bag.

"And the hostages," Veronica said, raising her glass to an imaginary toast.

"Amen to that," Cristina agreed, taking a long sip of champagne from her own glass.

"You two are hopeless," April said, shaking her head before storming off.

"I like angry Kepner," Cristina chuckled.

"God, I can't breathe in this thing," Veronica gasped, pulling at the top of her dress again, "I think I've got a tension pneumothorax."

"Unfortunately, if I had a needle big enough to help you, I'd have stabbed myself in the eye hours ago," Cristina said, deadpan.

Veronica gave her a shaky laugh.

"Ooo, is that Kevin Gibbs?" Cristina said, suddenly filled with a burst of newfound energy as she spied a man at the next table, "oh, he is rich rich, I'm so getting a donation from him," she grinned before dashing off to take Kevin Gibbs' arm.

Veronica rolled her eyes as she watched Cristina twirl her hair and flutter her eyelashes; she was far too good at this. Veronica was left alone at the table, tired of pretending she was interested in anything these rich, old men had to say; she pulled her phone out to scroll through Twitter.

However, as she unlocked it, Spencer's name popped up on her screen, and her shrill ringtone cut through the low-level chatter and ambient music in the room. She hastily switched the phone to silent after receiving a few pointed glares but continued to stare blankly at the screen as it rang.

She did not want to speak to him.

But she had told him to keep in touch.

Via text, not a phone call.

But what if something was wrong.

Eventually, she clicked 'accept'.

"Spencer, I told you-"

"Hi, Veronica," the voice on the other end cracked, "it's Derek Morgan. We met earlier today..."

Veronica's blood ran cold as Derek spoke to her through the phone. She could hear the piercing wail of the sirens; it harmonised with Cristina's shrill laughter as she flirted with Kevin at the next table.

Blood was pounding in her ears. Her entire body was in free fall like she was being hurled down the drop of a rollercoaster that seemed to never end.

"... they're taking him to Stafford Grace Mercy West Hospital, meet us there when you can - I gotta go."

Derek hung up the phone.

Veronica stood frozen, her body trembling and mind spinning.

"Veronica!" Jackson snapped as he strutted towards her, "you're supposed to be getting donations, not standing in a corner drinking all the champagne…."

Veronica was staring straight at Jackson's face as he ranted, but she couldn't focus her eyes enough to see his furrowed brows or flared nostrils. Her mind was spinning at hyper speed, but everything around her moved in slow motion; she gripped onto the edge of the table.

"…are you even listening to me?" he snapped his fingers in front of Veronica's glazed eyes.

"Spencer was shot. In the chest, he's on the way to the hospital now," she said in a monotone, "I have to...I have to go...I..." Veronica clutched her head in her hands; the room would not stop spinning.

"Oh my god," Jackson gulped, "of course, go, go. Do you want me to come?"

Veronica stumbled away from him and towards the door. Why was the floor moving like that?

"No," she called back to him, "this is your event you can't leave, I just- I need to go," she turned on her heel and dashed out of the door.

The hospital was just up the street. Jackson had picked a venue close by so the doctors who didn't have the day off could get there quickly after work. Veronica pushed people out of the way as she staggered up the street; her feet didn't hurt anymore. Her whole body was just pins and needles.

She burst through the doors of the ER, in her floor-length, green dress and dazzling emerald necklace, with tears streaming down her face. Sections of her neatly pinned hair had broken free; she clutched her chest as she gasped for air. It was only a matter of time before someone called for a psychiatric consult.

With most of the other attendings at the gala, the interns and residents had swarmed like locusts to get their hands on a surgical case. Veronica pushed through the sea people, looking for someone she knew – why did all the residents look the same?

Veronica scanned the trauma rooms, hoping to catch sight of his messy hair. They were full of bloodied and beaten-up people, but none of them were Spencer. She had just stumbled through the double doors to the waiting area when she heard someone call her name.

"Veronica?"

She whipped her head around to see Derek Morgan standing in front of her. Several steps behind him, she noticed Penelope Garcia, who she recognised from this morning, and several other anxious FBI agents.

"Derek," she gasped, gripping onto his outreached hands, allowing herself to stabilise slightly, "w-what happened?"

"We were chasing down the unsub and Reid...he fell and just when he was getting back up, he got hit. It was bad luck. It caught him just above his vest."

"And he's in surgery now? I didn't see him in any of the trauma rooms?"

"They just took him up; come with us. You need to sit down," he said kindly, and Veronica allowed him to guide her over to the seats.

"Hi again," Garcia squeaked, but Veronica stared straight ahead and didn't answer her.

The others tried to introduce themselves, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. They were names she knew well from Spencer's last night rants about work, but she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them long enough to put a face to the name. Derek was trying to reassure her when Veronica caught sight of a familiar resident walking past with a tablet in her hand.

"Murphy!" she barked, "get over here."

Murphy's head snapped up, and she looked around rapidly to see where the voice had come from; when her eyes finally landed on Veronica, she looked at her quizzically but shuffled over.

"Dr Grey, I thought you were at the gala-"

"I need you to look up a patient for me, Spencer Reid - came in with a GSW to the chest and should be in surgery now."

"Dr Grey, what's going on?" Murphy said slowly, her eyes darting between Veronica and the team of agents behind her.

"Just do it, Murphy!" she ordered, and Spencer's teammates looked slightly taken aback.

"Okay, okay!" she said, typing rapidly on her tablet, "he's in surgery with Dr Hunt and Dr Altman for an exploratory thoracotomy...chest x-ray showed a GSW to the chest with the bullet lodged near the thoracic aorta...he was tachycardic and hypotensive when he came in, with substantial blood loss-"

Bile bubbled up in her throat, "what OR are they in?"

"Dr Grey, I can't-"

"What O.R, Murphy?" she snapped; she gripped the edge of the plastic chair to prevent herself from strangling the resident.

"OR one!"

"Okay... OR one. OR one has a gallery," Veronica mumbled to herself, she tapped her foot against the floor and her stiletto clacked against the linoleum.

"Dr Grey, you know you can't go up there when you aren't working-"

"Murphy, do you want a medical career?"

"Y-yes," she stammered.

"Then you'll get out of my way before I have the AMA strip your medical license," Veronica snapped; she stood up and gathered up the skirt of her dress as she began to power walk towards the elevator.

"Wait, where are you going?" Derek called after her.

"Spencer's in OR one, that OR has a viewing gallery... I'm going to watch his surgery," she said flatly before turning away and continuing along the hallway.

It wasn't until she was in the elevator and ready to push the OR floor button that she realised that Spencer's team was directly behind her.

"What are you guys doing?" she sighed as they piled into the elevator after her.

"He's one of us. We aren't gonna hang around a waiting room if we can be there with him," the blonde woman that Veronica thought was called Jennifer, retorted.

She was ready to argue. To protest that they weren't allowed in the gallery, that surgery wasn't for the faint-hearted. But then she looked at all their faces, desperate and distressed; they looked how she felt.

So, she closed her mouth and jabbed the button for the fifth floor.

The elevator seemed to take forever to reach the fifth floor. It stopped on three, and a huddle of surgical interns tried to cram in, but Veronica snapped at them before they had the chance.

"No. You get the next one," she glowered at them, and they could only give her nervous stammers and shaky head nods in response.

Veronica rolled her eyes at them as the doors crept shut again, with her arms folded tightly across her chest and tapped her foot against the floor.

"You seem to have a lot of authority here," Hotch commented.

"I'm an attending," she said bluntly, "they're interns - bottom of the surgical food chain, their only job is to stay out of our way and try not to kill anyone."

"That seems...harsh," Garcia whispered to Derek.

Veronica whipped her head around, "a hospital like this doesn't work without a hierarchy; it's how we learn. If we don't treat them that way, then they get too confident. Would you rather have an intern perform Spencer's exploratory thoracotomy or two surgeons with years of experience who are chiefs of their respective departments?"

Garcia gaped at her, but the elevator doors creaked open, saving her from trying to respond to Veronica's scathing comment.

"The gallery is this way," Veronica grunted under her breath as she exited the elevator and crept up a short flight of stairs.

"That wasn't very nice; Garcia was only making an observation," JJ whispered to Emily as they followed Veronica.

"Who is this woman?" Emily responded, equally as confused as to why they were following this random woman around a hospital.

Derek turned round to face them, "she's Spencer's girlfriend-"

"Girlfriend!" Emily gasped, "did he ever mention a girlfriend to any of you?" she asked, looking between JJ and Derek.

"No, not once…." JJ frowned.

"He didn't tell me as much as he was forced to, that's why he's been acting so off recently, but I couldn't really get many details from him about her, so don't ask me anything - she's just worried about him like we are, she's on edge too."

Veronica burst into the gallery, which was thankfully empty. She pressed her forehead up against the viewing window and saw Spencer lying on the table. The glass was cool against her forehead, which seemed to somewhat soothe her pounding headache.

Spencer's face was draped, she couldn't see his eyes, but she could see his half of his rib cage. That unsettled her; she wasn't supposed to be able to see into her boyfriend's chest cavity. Veronica clung to the glass as she staggered to the intercom on the wall; she pushed the button that allowed them to hear what was being said in the OR.

"... there's a lot of bleeding here, more suction!" Dr Altman demanded.

"Right away, doctor."

Veronica flicked the switch that allowed her to be heard in the OR, "Owen," she said slowly, and he looked up at her in shock, "I need you to save him."

"Veronica, you're supposed to be at the fundraiser. What are you doing here?"

"Owen, listen to me," she pleaded, her voice cracking, "I need you to save him."

"Well, of course, I'm gonna try and save him, Veronica I don't understand-"

"Oh god," Dr Altman said as she suddenly realised what was happening, "Spencer Reid... he's your Spencer. I met him at Owen and Cristina's wedding; we talked so much about the Mechanical Complications of Acute Myocardial Infarction I thought he was a surgeon too…."

Veronica nodded silently.

Her Spencer.

She couldn't control the sob that wracked her body. She was vaguely aware of Garcia placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, so I need you to save him," she sniffed, "because if he dies, I will literally go out of my fucking mind, and I won't be much of a neurosurgeon from the psych floor."

"Veronica, you should be up here," Owen said as he forced another clamp into Spencer's chest, "how did you even know where he was?"

"Murphy told me," she said, "but it wasn't her fault, so don't go and yell at her; I told her I'd have her medical licence taken away."

Owen paused, "you can't do that, though."

"She doesn't know that! Please just save him. I need you to save him."

"I-" Dr Altman hesitated, "we'll do everything we can, V, I promise you."

"Thank you, Teddy," she whispered through her tears; she flicked the button off again so they wouldn't be distracted by her sobs.

Veronica collapsed into a chair in the middle of the front row and kicked her heels off. Spencer's team had shuffled into the rows behind her and sat, whispering quietly among themselves and clutching onto each other.

"V-veronica," Garcia finally spoke after around an hour of near silence, "I know you're a different kind of doctor, but what are they doing? I don't understand any of these medical terms. Can you explain it?"

Veronica twisted slowly in her seat to face her, revealing her mascara coated cheeks and puffy eyes. She nodded slowly.

"They're doing a surgery called an exploratory thoracotomy; they're trying to remove all the bullet fragments from his chest cavity. Their main concern is that the bullet hit very close to the thoracic aorta, which is a major vessel that carries blood from the heart to the rest of the body."

"B-but it didn't hit his aorta, so that's good, right?"

"Right, cos' if it had, then he'd have bled out seconds after he was hit," Veronica paused to swallow the vomit creeping up her throat as she imagined Spencer's bloodless body lying in the morgue, "but the impact of the bullet creates shock waves when it enters the body. Considering the proximity to the thoracic aorta, it could weaken it and cause an aortic dissection."

"And that's bad?"

Veronica nodded gravely, "they're almost always fatal, the blood loss becomes too uncontrollable, and even the best surgeons, like Dr Altman and Dr Hunt, can't do anything," she turned back around to face the OR as a fresh set of tears threatened to spill over.

"Oh," was all Garcia could muster up.

"Those doctors, are they really the best?" Emily asked.

Veronica nodded, "Owen, Dr Hunt is head of trauma surgery, and Teddy, Dr Altman, is head of cardiothoracic surgery. They served together in Iraq; they've put soldiers half blown apart by bombs back together, if anyone can save Spencer - it's them," she reassured.

"Good to know..." Emily said in uncertainty, wrapping a comforting arm around JJ, who was silently sobbing into a tissue.

"What you need to understand is that every GSW is different, which is what makes them so difficult to fix, and when a bullet enters the body, it not only tears through structures, but the transfer of kinetic energy can cause damage to nearby tissues, like what I was saying about his thoracic aorta," she explained slowly, "that's why GSWs are so dangerous because the damaged area can ripple out around the entry wound."

"But you think he'll be okay, right?" JJ sniffed.

Veronica hesitated; she glanced back at Spencer's motionless body on the table. Her eyes scanning the monitors he was hooked up to, the constant stream of O neg he was being replenished with, the rip spreaders and clamps in his chest…

She felt sick again and had to turn away.

"I don't know. He hasn't been in surgery very long… it's just too early to say."

"There isn't anything more we can do for him now," Hotch spoke gravely, "he's in the hands of the people who are best trained to help him; we just need to trust that they are doing everything they can to save him."

Hotch's words had a sense of finality, and the room fell close to silent again with only Veronica, Garcia and JJ's sniffles and sobs echoing around the dimly lit room. Derek help Garcia's hand tightly in his own, JJ rested her head on Emily's shoulder, Hotch and Rossi sat next to each other, their faces stoic and stony. Veronica sat alone, tugging at the restrictive bodice of her dress every few seconds.

They sat like that for at least another two hours.

Suddenly, the monitors attached to Spencer began beeping rapidly, Veronica's heart seized, and she jumped to her feet to get a better view.

"What's happening to him?" Garcia whimpered; she clung onto Derek's arm as he also stood up and strained his neck to see.

"He's in DIC!" Teddy's voice echoed through the intercom, "push heparin," she ordered.

"Veronica, what's going on?" Derek asked; he tried to keep his voice steady, but it wavered slightly.

"He's in DIC, disseminated intravascular coagulation - it means that proteins in the blood that cause clotting go into overdrive, which actually causes excessive bleeding. If they don't control the blood loss, it's fatal."

"Lap pads! And more suction! I can't see a thing," Owen demanded as he packed Spencer's chest cavity to absorb the excess blood.

"And hang another unit of O neg, he's losing too much blood," Teddy added, "there was nothing in his medical history that indicated he was at risk of DIC...Veronica! Is he on blood thinners?"

Veronica dragged herself over to the intercom and pushed in on the button, "n-no, nothing like that, he takes zolpidem sometimes, but that wouldn't cause DIC..." she muttered.

Something clicked in her brain, and she spun round to face Derek, "you said he fell before he got shot."

Derek nodded, "that's right, the woman the unsub had abducted pushed past him to escape, and he fell down the full flight of stairs. That distracted me long enough for the unsub to get a shot in at him...."

"Teddy! He fell before he was shot, he fell down a flight of stairs, he could have a splenic injury or a laceration on the portal vein or hepatic artery- it wouldn't have been picked up on a chest x-ray. You have to do an ex-lap!"

"Veronica, we've already cracked his chest-" Owen began to protest.

"Pressures dropping, doctor!"

Veronica banged on the glass, "he'd rather be alive with two incisions than dead with one."

"Dr Hunt, you're the trauma surgeon this your call," Teddy said calmly, "but we need to do something and fast."

"We don't even know if he has a splenic injury! We can't take medical suggestions from our patient's hysterical girlfriend; that isn't how it works-"

"He's dying," Veronica wailed, "and he's going to die if you don't do something. If it were Cristina on my table, you would be begging me to do whatever it takes to save her. Teddy – you promised me you would do everything you could, and you're not doing anything! He's bleeding to death, and you aren't helping him," she sobbed against the glass.

Teddy and Owen exchanged a look.

"10 blade," Owen grimaced, and Veronica breathed a sigh of relief, "you better be right about this Grey – convert drapes for an ex-lap!"

"Oh God, I can't watch this," JJ said; she flopped back into her seat as Owen made a deep incision into Spencer's abdomen.

Despite dealing with horrific crime scenes daily, everyone else in the team had to follow JJ's lead as floods of blood gushed from the incision site. Garcia, who had screwed her eyes shut the minute the monitors started beeping, was rocking herself back and forth and mumbling under her breath.

"Okay, I need more suction! I'm seeing some damage to the hepatic artery," Teddy said, "can you ligate it from your side?"

"Yeah, I think so, clamp!"

Veronica wished she could be like Spencer's team. She wished she didn't have a medical degree; she wished she didn't know every possible thing that could go wrong from this point forward. She wished she could close her eyes or at least tear them away from the scene that would plague her nightmares for years to come.

She could hardly believe it when his pressure finally stabilised; she embraced the smile that crept onto her face as she watched the readings on the monitor slowly begin to climb up.

"You can open your eyes now; they ligated the artery and stopped the bleeding, combined with the heparin that should be enough to keep him stable for now."

"For now?" JJ questioned.

"He's doing well; that injury could've been fatal, but he pulled through, and that's good; it's just that I don't want to tell you he's out of the woods when he's far from it."

"It's been hours," JJ said, "how much longer before we know if he'll be okay?"

Veronica shrugged, "probably a couple more hours; they need to make sure the wall of the thoracic aorta is strong enough before they close and remove all the bullet fragments; they need to take their time."

"You'll have to forgive us, Dr Grey," Hotch spoke quietly, "we don't have the patience for this kind of thing like you do."

"It's okay, and you can call me Veronica," she smiled nervously and picked at her nails.

This was what she'd wanted all along, to meet Spencer's team. But now, she was standing in front of them and couldn't think of a single thing to say. She had imagined this moment every night for months, but never in her wildest dreams did it go like this.

"Veronica then," he said stiffly, "so you said you're a neurosurgeon?"

"Yeah," she said, tearing her eyes away from the surgery in front of her to face him, "that's how Spencer and I met; he came to a lecture I gave on the Endoscopic Fenestration of Arachnoid Cysts Through Lateral Pontomesencephalic Membranotomy, cos' that's just the kind of things he does for fun," she snorted.

"Sounds like him," Hotch said, smiling fondly.

"I just can't believe he never told us about you," Emily commented, "and I can't believe we never figured it out; I mean, come on, guys, we're meant to be profilers."

Veronica gritted her teeth, "Yeah, me neither..."

"Veronica!" Jackson said, bursting through the door to the gallery, "I just got away from the gala; how's he doing?" he asked, rushing over to embrace her in a tight hug.

"He's stable for now; his temp has come up a lot since he got here, but he did go into DIC, and they had to convert to an ex-lap..."

"Owen and Teddy will be doing everything they can; he'll be okay."

She nodded, "I know...I just want it to be over; even if he was in the CCU, I could handle it, but he's lying open on an operating table, and I can't help him."

He rubbed circles on her back soothingly, "it'll be over soon. Can I get you anything?"

"Something to change into. I don't think I have any clothes in my locker, but just grab me some scrubs... I'd take a patient gown if it meant I could get out of this dress," she said, tugging again at the restrictive top.

"You got it," he said, breaking away from their hug, "April wanted to come and be with you, but Harriett's with the sitter and she had to-"

"Don't worry about it, just get me something to wear. I can't breathe in this thing."

"Yeah, I'm on it," he said, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead, "Cristina's on her way; she'll be here soon."

Jackson shuffled out of the gallery, giving a nod and a tight-lipped smile to the others as he passed them. Veronica retook a seat.

"That was Jackson," Veronica explained, noting the confused faces of the BAU team members, "Dr Jackson Avery, he works here too, but he was stuck at the gala - we were having this fundraiser for this hospital...stupid...."

"V! I just heard; why didn't you tell me?" Cristina burst into the gallery in a similar fashion to Jackson, "I had to hear from freaking Avery that your sexy FBI boyfriend got shot?" she berated as she sat down next to Veronica.

Veronica shrugged, "Jackson was there when I got the call. You were busy turning up the charm for that rich old sleaze."

Cristina shoved her lightly, "I'll have you know that rich old sleaze donated 1.5 million dollars to this hospital," she said smugly.

"Show off," Veronica grunted, folding her arms over her chest.

Cristina stood up to peer through the glass, "supervisory sexy agent, has Owen and Teddy working on him? You need to calm down and stop chewing your nails; he'll be fine."

Veronica rolled her eyes, "you need to stop calling my boyfriend supervisory sexy agent, or you'll be the one on the table."

"Aw, come on, I'm kidding! My husband is right down there...oh my god, my husband saves your boyfriend from a GSW? That'll be such a good story for me to tell your kids."

"Can we wait to see if he makes it off the table before we start discussing our hypothetical children?"

"Boring."

Jackson returned at that moment, "sorry, I didn't know your scrub size, so I just guessed. And you didn't have any shoes in your locker, so I stole some sneakers from April, you're the same size, and she won't mind - I also brought you some of her makeup wipes," he rambled, handing her the pile of clothes.

"Stealing shoes from your ex-wife now?" Cristina teased as Jackson sat down on the other side of Veronica, "I thought pretty boy Avery was rich enough to buy his own," she cooed.

Veronica stood up and slid the scrub pants on under her dress, and pulled the scrub top over the top. Cristina unzipped her dress, and she let out a deep breath as the pressure on her rib cage was released; she shimmied the dress off and threw it over an empty chair.

"Shut up, Yang," Jackson grunted.

"Children, behave," Veronica said warningly as she slipped on the socks and shoes she was borrowing from April.

Veronica sat back down and finished wiping off the makeup that hadn't been flushed away by her tears. Jackson gripped her hand tight in his, and she smiled appreciatively at him; Cristina gave her a pat on the shoulder.

"Guys, what if he dies?" she whispered as they watched Teddy and Owen work away on Spencer.

"He won't," Jackson protested, "he didn't code in the field, and the majority of GSW victims without penetrating vascular injuries survive if they get to a hospital on time."

"There is a bullet in his chest cavity! That is a penetrating injury," she blubbered.

"But it didn't directly damage his heart or any major arteries; yes, they could be weakened by force, but he's been in surgery for hours, and nothing has ruptured – plus after they close him up, we'll monitor him closely, and he will be okay," he said with a squeeze of her hand.

"Avery's right. It's far more likely he'll be a vegetable or something," Cristina shrugged.

"Yang! His best friends are right behind you," Jackson hissed.

"They are?" Cristina said, whipping her head around, "oh, hi."

Cristina gave them a wave, and they stared back dumbfounded.

"Who the hell are these people?" Emily hissed.

"I don't know, but they seem to think that Spence is gonna be okay, and that's all that matters to me," JJ answered.

"He could still die; people die from GSWs all the time. There could be complications, he could get an infection-"

"Look, Veronica, if the worst happens, then we can cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? And you know we'll all be here for you, no matter what," Jackson said, and Veronica smiled appreciatively at him.

"Thank you," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Y'know, you should've married him when you had the chance - cos' if he dies and you were his wife, you'd get that life insurance. If he dies now, you'll just be poor and sad."

"Cristina!"

"No, it's okay," Veronica said with a slight smile, "it helps."

"God, talk about a dark sense of humour...."

"I think I'm just still drunk," Cristina shrugged.

"I think I'm hungover already; my head is killing me," Veronica groaned, massaging her temples.

"Want me to get you a banana bag?" Jackson asked.

"Yeah, why not."

Jackson stood up and made his way across the gallery and to the door; he turned back to face the BAU team members, "can I get anything for you guys? Coffee, water…I wouldn't recommend the food, but we got vending machines."

"No, thank you," Hotch answered politely, "anyone else?"

The rest of the team shook their heads or mumbled no thank-yous in response. Jackson gave them a sympathetic smile before leaving; JJ's stare was still firmly fixed on Veronica.

"What did she mean? You should've married him when you had the chance?" she asked.

"It means that supervisory sexy agent-"

"Cristina!"

"Fine, Spencer, asked V to marry him, and she said no cos' she can't let herself be happy."

"That isn't why I said no, and you know it."

"Well, no. But your real reason is stupid, so I'm gonna say it's your self-destructive tendencies instead. Do you know what I've give to never have to interact with Owen's dumb work friends? You're getting the best of both worlds here."

"You work in the same hospital! Owen's dumb work friends are your colleagues."

"Ugh, whatever."

"You turned Reid down because of us?" Rossi questioned, speaking for the first time since they had entered the gallery.

"It's a bit more complicated than that-"

"What's wrong with us? You didn't even meet us until today?" JJ snapped.

Veronica sighed and picked at her nails; her first interaction with Spencer's friends already wasn't going very well, and now she had to tread lightly as to not offend anyone.

"That's the problem; it took Spencer getting shot in the chest for us to meet because he refused to tell you about me; how could I marry someone when I'd never even met his friends? It's what we argue about more than anything else. We argued about it this morning actually...."

The blood drained away from Veronica's face as the events of the day flashed through her mind.

She turned to face Cristina, "oh God, we were arguing this morning about it, and again when I dropped his phone off at work - the last conversation we ever had was about that stupid argument. What if he dies thinking that I'm pissed off at him? I didn't even tell him I loved him before I stormed off," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well, he's a profiler, right? Even if you didn't say it, he would be able to tell...."

"He's a genius, not a psychic, Cristina."

"She's right," Derek interjected, "before he lost consciousness, he told me to call you and tried to say something else; he kept saying tell her... he never got to finish, but I'm sure it was just that he loved you."

"He really said that?"

Derek nodded, and a weight was lifted from Veronica's shoulders, although she quickly felt uneasy again when Jackson returned, IV kit and banana bag in hand.

"Okay, I know you don't like needles, but it'll make you feel better, so give me your arm," he demanded.

Veronica huffed and begrudgingly gave him her arm; she winced as he pushed the needle through her skin, "ow! I thought plastic surgeons were supposed to have a gentle touch."

"Plastics is barely even a real speciality; Avery gives boob jobs on the daily – we do real surgeries and save lives."

"Hey! I'm also a qualified ENT, and I practically run the burn unit-"

"Guys," Veronica groaned, "can you have your little dick-measuring-contest another time? Maybe like when my boyfriend isn't lying open on an operating table?" she said, gently massaging the tender skin around her IV.

"You said you liked my dark humour!"

"Only when it's funny," she sat down again and massaged her temples "hey, I think they're nearly done," Veronica cheered.

She dashed over to the intercom, "Are you guys closing him up?"

Teddy nodded, "yeah, and then we'll be taking him up to the CCU. You should get some rest before he wakes up," she advised.

"He's going to be okay, Veronica," Owen said; she couldn't see his face under his mask, but she could tell he was smiling.

Veronica couldn't fight the grin spreading across her own face; Spencer was going to live. He was going to make it off the table. Now all she had to do was pray that he woke up because Veronica didn't know how she would cope if she never saw his eyes again.

"He's really going to be okay?" JJ whispered; she held her hands up to her lips in a prayer formation as fresh tears spilt over onto her cheeks.

Emily pulled her into a tight embrace and stroked her hair, "Hey, don't cry. The doctor said he's going to be okay."

She nodded against Emily's chest, "I know, these are happy tears – it's just I've been sitting here for the past four hours wondering what I would tell Henry if his Uncle Spence died and now, he's going to be okay, and I'm crying more than when I thought he was going to die…stupid," she mumbled.

"It's not stupid," Veronica offered kindly, "your body has been in panic mode and how that you're finally able to relax a bit, you get an emotional outburst that makes you cry – it's totally normal," she said, tentatively reaching out her hand to take JJ's.

She nodded and gave Veronica's hand a squeeze, smiling at her for the first time since they had met. The mood in the room had shifted as the BAU members slowly began to accept that their teammate was going to live, and the nervous tension began to dissipate.

"Teddy's going to close him up and then wheel him up to the CCU, Cristina are you staying or coming home?" Owen's voice echoed through the intercom.

"I'm staying obviously!" she said indignantly.

Veronica shook her head, "no, it's okay, you go home."

"V, I can't leave you here-"

"It's fine, Cristina. You're working in the morning, and you'll need to be here for rounds at 6am, and you won't be any use to anyone if you're sleep-deprived. So, go home. Besides, I've got Avery to keep me company."

Cristina gave her an appreciative smile and squeezed her hand one last time before she left the room. A wave of jealousy surged in Veronica's chest as Cristina disappeared from her line of sight; it wasn't her fault that she was going home with her husband whilst Spencer was being stitched back together. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

"I'm so sorry, V," Jackson said, holding up his phone, "it's one of my burn patients, she's got an infection, and I think I'm the only sober attending after the gala…I can send a resident-"

"No, no, it's okay," she smiled sadly, "go and help your patient; she needs you more than I do."

"Page me if you need anything," he said, kissing her forehead gently before leaving her alone with the BAU team.

She was in a room with seven other people, but she had never felt more alone. They were clutching onto each other, whispering amongst themselves and smiling; Veronica didn't have anyone.

She shuffled away from the displays of affection and picked up her dress and shoes, "I'm going to put this stuff in the attending's lounge, there's coffee in there if you want anything – and on-call room seven is always empty if any of you need to sleep. He won't be awake for a while; you should get some rest," she said, giving them a tight-lipped smile.

"Thank you, Veronica," Derek said; he nodded over Garcia's head as he held her in his arms, "I don't think any of us will get much sleep until pretty boy wakes up, though."

Veronica laughed, "pretty boy, I always thought he was exaggerating when he said you called him that. If you don't want to sleep, that's fine, but you can't stay in here – the interns like to hang out in here before pre-rounds, and they'll be here soon," she said before gripping onto her IV pole and swiftly exiting the gallery.

Tears burned in her eyes as she made her way to the attending's lounge, grabbing a replacement banana bag from the nurse's station on her way; Spencer was going to be okay. He was going to wake up and have his team to comfort him, fetch him jello, keep him company through the recovery and bring homemade meals to his apartment. What else could she do for him that they couldn't?

She burst into the attending's lounge and slammed the door shut behind her. She let out a heart-wrenching sob as she shoved the dress into her locker, growing frustrated and kicking it when the poufy, underlayers of the skirt wouldn't fit.

Maybe that's why he had never introduced her to the team because he already had seven people who loved him unconditionally and could give him all the love he needed. And Spencer didn't want her to know that; what could she do for him that they couldn't?

Veronica darted into the bathroom and held her own hair bag as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. Maybe she was just a fuck to Spencer, an outlet to release his frustrations after a hard day. Assuming he wasn't fucking any of his teammates, that was the only thing she was good for that they couldn't give.

Derek said that his last words before he passed out were about her; he asked him to call her. He tried to give her a message – why did Veronica not share Derek's confidence that the message was I love you?

She flushed the toilet and washed her mouth out with water from the tap. Her headache was beginning to subside, but she still switched out her banana bag before she limped out of the bathroom, using the IV pole as a support.

Veronica threw herself onto the couch. She wanted to scream, or kick something else or rip her own hair out, but she simply didn't have the energy to do anything except shut her eyes and drift off to sleep. The image of Spencer's open chest cavity and the knowledge that his team were everything she was and more burned into her brain.

***

Spencer's brain was awake before his body was. He was acutely aware of people moving around his room, but their voices were muffled, and he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes to see who they were.

There was a tight sensation in his throat, and suddenly, Spencer started gagging violently.

"He's fighting the intubation!" a voice called out, "page Dr Altman."

Dr Altman. He knew that name, he thought to himself. But his brain was still too hazy from the anaesthesia to think straight. Dr Altman…something to do with cardiothoracic surgery – probably one of his doctors. But where had they met before?

He felt hands all over him, grabbing at his neck and face; there was a horrible scraping sensation in his throat, and then he could breathe freely again. He's fighting the intubation, the voice had said. That was good; that meant he was breathing on his own.

However, he couldn't appreciate the joy of knowing he wouldn't be hooked to a ventilator for the rest of his life whilst his throat ached like that. The tube had been removed, but he still felt his gag reflex at the threshold of triggering.

He really needed to get Veronica more credit for that.

His limbs were heavy, he tried to at least wriggle his fingers, but they wouldn't move. The muffled voices which echoed around him were beginning to become clearer; he could make out what sounded to be JJ's voice by his head.

Finally, his brain allowed his eyes to flicker open. But he immediately wanted to screw them shut again when the blinding fluorescent glare of the ceiling lights shone down on him.

"Oh my god," JJ gasped, "he's awake!"

He couldn't move his head to see her, but her worried face quickly appeared in front of his, "Spencer? Spencer, can you hear me?" she asked frantically.

"Ow," he mumbled in response.

"Thank God you're okay," she said, stroking his hair as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You gave us a scare, pretty boy."

Spencer strained his eyes enough to see Derek standing in the corner; he leant against the wall with his arms folded tight across his chest, but Spencer could clearly see the grin he was fighting.

"What happened?" he groaned, trying to readjust his body into a more comfortable position.

"Hey, don't try and move," JJ scolded lightly, "the nurse said that you'll be groggy from the anaesthesia for a while," she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

"Did we get him? The unsub?"

"Yeah, don't you worry about him, kid, he's going away for a long time," Derek reassured, "he got a shot in at you before we could take him down… I'm so sorry, kid, you fell, and it distracted me long enough for him to shot you before I could shoot him."

"Hey, it's not your fault," JJ said, "it could've happened to any of us."

Spencer nodded in agreement but didn't try and speak again; his head was throbbing, and he closed her eyes again, the darkness providing some brief relief from the brilliant light above his head. But with every passing second, Spencer became increasingly aware of the dull aches in his chest and abdomen, the pain growing sharper with each intake of breath.

"How many times did I get shot?" he groaned, "I can't remember anything…but my whole body hurts."

JJ bit her lip as she continued to stroke his hair, "just once, Spence, but you fell down the stairs just before you got him and it injured…something, I don't know what – I can't remember what she said," JJ looked over to Derek for a prompt, but he shook his head in response.

"Hey, don't look at me; I didn't understand a single word any of those doctors said," Derek shrugged, "Dr Altman is coming to check on you, though, kid. I'm sure she'll explain it all to you."

Dr Teddy Altman!

They met at Cristina and Owen's wedding; Spencer could tell she was in love with the groom and distracted her with a rant on Mechanical Complications of Acute Myocardial Infarction. She was Veronica's friend.

Oh god, Veronica. She must be so worried – if Derek had even called her that was, she might be oblivious to his condition. Spencer was ready to open his mouth to as about her, but JJ was already speaking again before he had the chance.

"…and our resident genius will definitely be able to understand better than us," she said, pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead, "I've never been so nervous as when we were sitting in that gallery, thank god those doctors fixed you up."

"Wait, what gallery?" Spencer asked, opening his eyes to squint at her, her words distracting him long enough to forget to ask about Veronica.

JJ paused and exchanged a look with Derek, "we hoped you wouldn't mind – we were in the OR gallery during your surgery, but we didn't actually see anything," she reassured, "none of us could actually bring ourselves to watch, but we just wanted to be there, in case anything happened to you."

"Not that we'd have been much help," Derek chuckled, "but I got you to the hospital in one piece. I wasn't about to let you out of my sight until you were stable."

Spencer nodded slowly, "how did you even get in there?" he mumbled.

"Veronica," Derek said, "you asked me to call her, and she came straight over, but she wasn't about to sit around in any waiting room, so she found out where you were…we just followed her up there."

Spencer tugged on his blanket, "so…you met her then?"

JJ nodded stiffly, "we did."

"Oh. Suppose I did ask you to call her, I don't know what I expected…."

"We didn't get a chance to talk much," Derek said carefully, "you were touch-and-go a bit in surgery, so it was a bit too tense for small talk."

JJ moved away from him and sat back in the chair next to his bed; she picked at her nails, "I don't get why you never told us about her, Spence?"

Spencer didn't answer her. This was not how he wanted this conversation to go; in fact, he was hoping he'd never have to have this conversation at all. The rational part of his brain knew that was unrealistic, but the rational part of his brain didn't seem to exist when it came to protecting Veronica.

He shrugged, "I didn't think you guys needed to know."

Derek unfolded his arms and moved out of the corner, coming to rest at the end of Spencer's bed, "didn't need to know? You've been making excuses about this to me all day, kid. And I'm not buying the - you wanted to have something to yourself - bullshit anymore-"

"You asked her to marry you," JJ said, her voice cracking slightly, "you wanted her to be your wife, but you didn't even tell us about her? Were you just going to get married without any of us there?"

"She told you that?"

Spencer had the strength to ball one of his fists; this was going horribly. The tension he had created in his hand spread up his arm and along to his chest. He grimaced as another sharp stab of pain rippled across his body.

JJ shook her head, "no, her friend mentioned it, and we overheard. I don't get it, Spence, we're supposed to be like family, and she…we didn't get to talk, but she seems nice. And she's a doctor – she's smart like you, and she obviously loves you. Did you think we wouldn't like her?"

"No, and she said no to me anyway, so it doesn't matter…."

"She only said no because you wouldn't introduce her to us," Derek stated bluntly, "that's what she said when we asked her about it and considering I didn't even know she existed till this morning, I can't say that I blame her."

"Guys, I will explain later, I promise," Spencer began as he tried to sit up in the bed, "but I need to talk to Veronica. Right now – where is she?"

"She is in a patient room down the hall," Dr Altman said as she waltzed into the room and picked up Spencer's chart from the end of his bed, "nice to see you awake, Dr Reid."

"A patient room – i-is she okay?" Spencer stammered.

Teddy peered over the chart to look at his concerned face, "she'll be fine, she's just dehydrated and a bit hungover – we've got her on an IV. Besides, the couch in the attending's lounge is not the place you want to sleep unless you want to give yourself scoliosis."

Spencer tried to move one of his legs, "I need to go see her, I need to explain everything, I-"

"You need to lay back down," Teddy said as she moved over to his bedside and pressed her stethoscope against his chest, "I need to listen to your chest, take a deep breath for me-"

Spencer begrudgingly breathed in.

"-breath sounds are clear and equal, that's a good sign," Teddy said, hanging the stethoscope back around her neck, "and your latest round of labs are all within normal limits. Dr Hunt and I were able to remove all the bullet fragments during surgery, we were concerned that the impact could've weakened the wall of your thoracic aorta, but it seems unaffected."

Spencer nodded, "okay."

“We had to convert to an exploratory laparotomy mid-surgery; you had some bleeding in your abdomen which we needed to repair; that's why you have two incision sites. They will likely leave scars, I'm afraid, but the abdominal bleeding triggered a condition called DIC and would have been fatal had we not caught the bleeders."

Spencer's brain was spinning. He knew he had been in bad shape, but he really nearly died. He needed to talk to Veronica, and fast.

"…it was actually Veronica who made the connection between your fall and the bleeding. She wasn't even operating, and she saved your life," Teddy smiled at him, "I just need to take a peek at your incision sites, and then I'll be out of your hair."

Spencer winced as she lifted up his bandages to take a closer look.

"Okay, they look all good and no signs of infection. You will need at least another day for observation; I'll get the nurse to administer your post-op antibiotics, so let her know if there's anything else you need."

"He won't admit it, but he's in pain. Can he get any more morphine or something?" JJ asked, biting her nail.

"What? No, I'm fine. I don't need any more painkillers; I'm all good!"

Teddy raised an eyebrow at him, "you just had major surgery, but you don't want more pain meds?" she asked sceptically, "you aren't maxed out on anything; I can order more-"

"No," Spencer snapped, "I mean…no thank you, Dr Altman. They make me too disoriented, and I need to be clear-headed when I talk to Veronica," he said, adjusting his tone.

Teddy gave him one last suspicious look before she moved back towards the door, "okay, no more pain meds. I'll let Veronica know you're awake," she said before exiting the room, closing the sliding glass door behind her.

Spencer let out a deep sigh of relief and relaxed back into his pillows slightly. Even the brief conversation with Dr Altman had left him exhausted, so he wasn't sure how he would manage when the rest of the team flocked to his bedside to question him about his condition and Veronica.

Veronica.

That was going to be a long conversation.

JJ and Derek stayed by his side as the nurse came in to administer his antibiotics, just as Dr Altman had said.

"Hotch and Rossi had to go sort some things out with the arrest," Derek had informed him, "they said they'll stop by later when they can."

"And Emily and Garcia are in the cafeteria, we've let them know you're awake, but we didn't want to overwhelm you with too many visitors at once," JJ explained, "and Garcia really needed some sugar. She's been freaking out, Emily's trying to get her to eat something," she chuckled.

"I feel bad I caused all this stress…." Spencer mumbled.

"Course we're worried about you, Spence; we're a family. But you didn't cause us stress; it's not your fault," JJ reassured; she leaned closer to Spencer to grip his hand in hers.

"Exactly, it's the unsub's fault. You didn't choose to get shot," Derek added; he shuffled over to the bed from his corner and took hold of Spencer's other hand.

The three of them sat in comfortable and heartfelt silence for a few moments with their hands intertwined until they were interrupted by a hesitant voice in the doorway.

"Uh, sorry, I did mean to interrupt. I'll come back later…."

part 3 coming soon

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them laser beans

something i’ll forever praise xmen evolution for is the way it showed scott’s powers. It casually and easily made it clear that

they weren’t lasers/didn’t generate heat

they pushed shit, rather than just exploding stuff.

and like, they make it immediately clear that his powers used unfiltered and unrestrained was a negative, as you’re supposed to with any scott summers depiction. But as a child, only being introduced to xmen via cartoons, i never really understood the big deal, y’know? It would suck to have eye-beams that are always set to on, but the full destructive capabilities weren’t really something I thought about...

Then the show did the one thing every other x-men adaptation has failed to do: it showed us how terrifying scott’s powers really are.

Because, unlike in movies and shit, it’s not just lil pew-pew lines coming from his eyes when he opens them: that happens when they’re filtered through the funnel of his visor.

No, in the season 3 episode “The Stuff of Heroes”, we finally get to see what a scott who isn’t desperately holding himself back can do:

first of all, it’s not a narrow beam

it’s a cone

it’s every single area a human eye can see while looking at one spot. The entire field of view.

It’s all his peripheral vision, it’s a huge area. And it. keeps. going.

not to mention the fact it hits everything in its wide path means it’s effectively useless to use around any other human being.

it punches through mountainssssss

Child-me watching this episode finally understood. It finally clicked: cyclops’ power really sucks and is terrible and horrifying.

And that’s great! This series did the one thing only the comics have done. No other adaptation has conveyed this one quality that is utterly essential to understanding Scott Summers as a character.

(doesn’t help that most adaptations think he’s spewing heat-rays from his face, which... is a mistake that really changes everything about the mechanics of how he works as a superhero AND character, but like, that’s a rant for another time).

#scott summers #xmen evo #xmen #superhero stuff #supertalk

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Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 1 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @moonymartell.

Word Count: 2177

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***After finally getting caught up this week, I just have to say it’s been a roller-coaster of feels that I’ve been riding from the beginning all the way to episode 15. I refuse to believe we can’t get Harry back! Or that the multiverse is gone! And… I’ll just let my fic speak for what’s been on my mind for the past couple days. Hopefully, the writers are going to treat Harrison Wells kindly and stop breaking our hearts every so often. Tired of it and how they write off certain things with no legit explanation or just being plain forgetful. Sorry about the little rant, but this needed to be down. Comment down below if ya’ll think the content makes sense and if I should be a CW writer lol! Also please remember to reblog fics, that way more people able to see them and it gives us support too!! We are also content creators!

You fidgeted with your hands, playing with the ring on your finger. You were leaning back against the monitor close to the center of the cortex that had faced the main monitors. You nibbled on your bottom lip every so often as you waited for everyone to show up. Your brain mulled through what’s logically left, the crazy theory you had come up with in the middle of the night as your mind oddly recounted moments with team flash through the years. I really hope they don’t think I’m insane for this. You attempted to calm your nerves, and it worked for a few moments, but it only spiked when several sounds of footsteps made their way to your ears. Looking up, you gave everyone a smile as they shuffled into the Cortex.

“Hey,” you made a little wave gesture to everyone. You took in a little breath.

“Hey, we got your call. Did something happen?” Barry furrowed his eyebrows in question as he walked in. Standing with his hands in his pockets, the Scarlet Speedster stood beside Iris, who automatically took her place at the main monitor.

“Is it about Eva?” Iris asked right after Barry, running her hands on the desk. Cisco took the spot beside Iris, chewing on a Twizzler with a bag in hand, Kamila stole one from him when he wasn’t looking. Ralph strolled in with Frost, he probably was giving her another life guidance lesson earlier, who only raised his eyebrows when Nash strode in after everyone.

You opened your mouth to answer, but got cut off by Ralph, “You invited Indiana too?”

“I’m as clueless as you are, for once, stretchy,” Nash piqued up, rolls his eyes at the Elongated Man. All eyes were back on you.

“I’m calling a Flash meeting and no, nothing happened. Nothing about Eva either. But…” You licked your lips and pocketed your hands into your jeans. “I, for some reason, came up with this crazy idea and I don’t know if it’s going to work.” You pushed off the monitor and walked around to stand behind it, as if hoping it can be a little barrier. “But maybe if I run it through you guys it’ll make some sense because something’s not right.”

“No kidding,” Cisco inserted with a little scoff, but you knew he didn’t mean to be rude, “ever since post-Crisis, nothing’s been right.” He made eye contact with Nash, who only gave him a look and crossed his arms. “No offence, Indy.”

“Stop calling me that!” Nash protested.

“Guys,” Barry caught Cisco and Nash’s attention, shaking his head at them. “Let her finish.” The speedster turned back to you, “Please.”

Taking in another breath, you crossed your arms and glanced down, collecting your thoughts before looking back up at them. Each and every one of them. They can tell you’re nervous and honestly, yes, the silence is killing you momentarily. But it’s now or never.

“I think,” you started, “I know how to bring the boys back.”

“The… boys?” Cisco asked. Barry tilted his head while Iris looked interested yet confused.

“Very specific,” Frost did not look amused. Ralph did that little confused nose crinkle. “Not gonna lie, but all the boys are here. In this room. Unless you’re talking about the Backstreet Boys, in which case I would understand.”Everyone looked back at Frost, “What? Their songs are good.”

“I’m talking about Harry.” The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, all attention back to you. Your eyes weaved from each of them, gauging their reactions, especially Nash’s. “Sherloque. All the other Wells. Don’t you- Don’t you guys feel that something’s off?”

“(Y/N), listen-”

“No, Barry, please let me finish. Let me explain.” You licked your lips. “Don’t you guys find it weird that Nash is the only one with all his doppelganger’s psyches in his mind? We have doppelgangers too. Why isn’t Echo in Cisco’s head? Earth 2 Barry and Iris in our Barry and Iris’ heads? How come it’s just Nash?”

None of them could answer you. Nash, himself looked lost, but had glanced off to the side.

“Even Eobard was in his head and he wasn’t a Wells, just in a Wells’ body- Besides the point- No, I think this is a clue,” You continued with determination laced onto your features, standing up straight and exuding confidence. “A clue that The Monitor left behind. For us. A clue that can help us find all the earths, all our friends. And this is where my theoretical, but probably not, theory comes in. Iris, you’ve seen Eva control the Mirror Dimension, her “Mirror World” as we call it. Kamila experienced it firsthand.” Both ladies nodded in agreement. “What if all the other earths are hidden in dimensions like the Mirror Dimension? Scattered in different parts of the city, maybe even throughout all of earth. What if Jesse and Harry and Jay are just hidden in a pocket dimension? Yes, post-Crisis erased the possibility of the multi-verse existing, but that doesn’t include multi-dimensions.”

Cisco’s eyes lit up, walking around the main computer monitor and a bit closer to the center of the Cortex. “You’re talking about-”

“Dimensional Manipulation,” You and Cisco said simultaneously. A smile crossed your lips as you saw the gears in his head turning. Barry’s eyes also light up, his speedster brain in overdrive. Everyone else snuck peeks at each other, except Nash, who’s eyes only narrowed slightly.

“Like Edwin Gauss, Folded Man, the bus meta that DeVoe was after that could-”

“Open up dimensions and close them.” You finished with Barry. You let out a shaky breath, seeing realization dawn on all of them. You were beginning to feel giddy, things were making sense.

“Oh my god,” Iris whispered, running hand through her hair before resting it on her right arm. “But this is all theoretical, right?” She looked to Barry and Cisco before locking her gaze back onto you. “I mean we- we haven’t done anything involving dimensions?”

You shrugged your shoulders and walked a few steps towards the group, “We’ve done the impossible. Proven the theoretical, multiple times. Barry, you allowed your cells to quickly regenerate Ralph’s when you did a blood transfusion after Ramsey had attacked him. We have metas running around the city with theoretical powers, with our dashing hero in his red onesie-”

“-Hey, it’s not a onesie!-”

“-With superspeed. How many times are we going to let the word “theoretical” discourage us?” You pursed your lips. Barry nodded as you had spoken, everything making sense. Something is off. Frost and Cisco glanced at one another, agreeing that they’ve crossed the line of what’s possible and impossible before. “What’s once more Team Flash?” A smile played on your lips as you dared to say that.

Nash cleared his throat, your eyes locked onto his and you noticed a little glint within his blue irises. “So, you mean to tell me- tell us, that I can have my mind to myself again? The guys- I won’t have to see them or hear them?”

“I think so,” you folded your arms, “I know I’m just the team medic, but I really think I have a good idea on how to go about this. And what things to use- I just… I just wanted to run my theory by you guys. Especially Barry and Cisco, maybe we can tag Chester along to help. You three are the main tech guys here so…”

“What about me?” Nash raised an eyebrow at you along with a hand, to which he pointed to himself, and you inwardly cursed knowing that stubborn Wells trait was gonna show up anytime soon. “I can-”

“Are you requiring a bargain out of this too?” You smirked at him, jokingly. That shut the multiversal explorer up. You just looked at him as he let out a few words in a stutter. “You can help. One because if I told you not to, you were going to do it anyway.” Nash just sheepishly smiled and nodded to himself, because he knew he was anyway. “Two, you’re just as stubborn as all the other Wells men I’ve met. I just want you to not physically or mentally strain and/or harm yourself, doctor’s order.” Nash made a face knowing that statement followed with a “because”. “I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t if what we end up doing physically or mentally taxes your body, but I do have a backup plan since this is my area of general expertise.”

Nash seemed satisfied by your answer and smirked to himself, eyes looking off to the side before focusing back to you and the group. I wonder if Harry can hear me. Harry, I’m coming for you.

“Okay so,” Cisco started up, finishing a twizzler and walking over to stand beside you, “we’re going to find all these earths which could or could not be hidden in said pocket dimensions, yank out each Wells from Dusty’s head over here, meanwhile being able to catalog everything and being on the lookout for Eva and her two-face mirror clones. Do you have any idea how many earths there were? How many Wells there are in Nash’s head? Hell, how are we even going to manipulate dimensions-multiple dimensions-if we don’t have any leads?”

You snapped your fingers at him, “Well, here’s where the fun starts for our resident genius mechanical engineer.” Cisco smiled at your words. You walked around the main Cortex monitors, pulling up data and schematics, everyone crowds around you. “I’m thinking that there has to be some sort of fluctuation in this new world, whether it’s on the level of varying frequencies or on a subatomic-molecular level that’s distinct, but not too expansive that a person from Earth Prime can just find themselves in an alternate dimension.”

You took a drink of your water bottle as Cisco looked at the satellite schematics, nodding his head, “It’s possible, I may have to go over some algorithms and adjust them according to what we find. But nothing’s set in stone just yet until a trial is done.”

“What about hijacking Nash’s head?” Frost speaks up, pointing a thumb back to the geological myth-buster. “How are we going to do that?”

“Wait, back up. Does this mean that you guys are all on board with this?” You asked, taking a step back and looking at them all. You thought you’d have to do more to persuade them with everything going on.

“Well, yeah.” Barry shrugs, “It’s worth a shot and until we can find a legitimate reason not to, we can always try. Plus, no matter what happens, Harrison Wells is an essential part of the team. Especially Harry and Sherloque. So, what you got for us?”

You smiled widely to yourself, hope swelling inside your heart. “We’re going to need a couple of things that we’ve used the past couple of years. First, the MAD 2.0. I’m going to use that to enter Nash’s mind to find Harry and Sherloque, hopefully run this entire shebang all by them. A fresh set of eyes to see if there’s any holes we could fill.” Running a hand through you hair, you continued, “We’ve literally got a wells of information in Nash’s head, we could also use that to pinpoint how to get back at Eva.” Everyone, especially Iris and Kamila were more than satisfied by that idea. Eva’s Mirrorverse and Joseph’s Blackhole organization have been wreaking havoc since the post-Crisis events, harming more people than any other regular meta. “Second, we’re going to have to bring out the Mindscape device and Harry’s Cerebral Inhibitor. I think if we hook them up together, we’d be able to create a bridge from Nash’s mindscape to another Wells’.”

“But how are we going to separate them from my neural wavelengths?” Nash asked the million-dollar question.

“That’s where your Neural Splicer comes in! We connect that up to the Cerebral Inhibitor, which could allow us to simultaneously return each Wells to their respective bodies without going back and forth for every individual mindscape. Effectively separate their psyches from Nash without harming him. We’d just need to make sure everything is calibrated correctly.”

“And then I can have my mind to myself, finish going on my adventures.”

“No more voices, no more hallucinations.” You put your hands together. “The last thing we’d need is a dimensional extrapolator-”

“-Which won’t be possible unless we find a dimension and analyze its coordinates to create safe passage between our friends and our earth dimension.” Cisco adds glancing to Barry, who only rubbed the side of his face. It was a lot to take in, it took a while for your mind to wrap around every detail, every idea in order to fully make sure you knew what you were proposing.”

“So, what do we think?” Your eyes darted to each and every one of them. They looked to each other then to Nash, back to each other.

“When do we start?” Barry grins at you who’s currently leaning against the railing, seemingly speaking on behalf of the team as they nod at each other with confidence and determination.

#harrison wells x reader #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #nash wells #The Flash #the flash imagines #the flash fanfiction #post-crisis #harrison wells #harrison wells fanfiction #harrison wells imagines #earth-2 Harrison Wells X reader #team flash x reader #team flash #team flash imagine #DCTV #harry wells

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callsignbaphomet · 3 years

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I'm usually a live and let live kinda man. Like, if it doesn't harm anyone then I ain't gonna judge you or make you feel bad about it.

But I'm human and a pretty angry one at that so forgive my incoming rant.

I hate these "superhero deconstruction" comics. I did see The Boys and finished the seasons but what we got on the show was noooooooooooothing compared to what the comic is like. It went past edgy and dark and went straight to needlessly disgusting. It's like these jackasses use this format to do all the dumb shit they've been wanting to do but haven't been able to for x or y reason.

C got into watching Invincible and I thought it was just a bit of a more rough coming of age superhero show. Okay, pretty free with its use of language and a total mockery of established names. War Woman is obvious Wonder Woman, Darkwing is Batman, Omni-Man is clearly Superman so I thought we'd get a more rough start to a superhero. Like we'd see this kid slowly discover his powers and how to control them, maybe get an angsty moment where one of his abilities gets outta control and he'd accidentally hurt someone and then see him grow in his superhero and civilian personality.

No. No, Invincible is just the story of a teen superhero growing into his personality while blood and guts are spilled everywhere. Meanwhile his dad who's Omni-Man goes on a killing spree and kills what's the knock off version of the JLA. Through the episodes we see Omni-Man showing not only a short temper but violent tendencies and a spoiled brat attitude.

Lmao of course it's written by a man. I don't like putting a person's gender up to show how flawed a thing is but in this case I just gotta do it.

Cis straight men please stop making any sort of media. Just stop.

So later on we just discover that Omni-Man thinks humans are pathetic creatures beneath him and he just wants to conquer them all and "improve them". Yeah, epic writing right there. I'm sure the fucker behind this shit comic took home some award for "being ground breaking and real". "Ooh superheroes if they had human traits."

First of all if you wanna put superheroes in a more human light why the fuck you gotta do so by putting the negatives traits? How fucking lazy are you that you gotta do that? Why push the worst emotions and thoughts of the human psyche to the surface and say something stupid like "this is a superhero if they were more human".

Gtfoh! I'm super tired of that shit.

And don't get me wrong. I love some dark, brooding, edgyness to my media. Blood and guts and gore? Hell! Yes! Off the walls violence? *chef's kiss* Love it. But oversaturating an entire media with these things makes for a poorly written just shocking for the sake of shocking piece of shit comic/movie/show that leaves a sour aftertaste.

The things I mentioned above are good side dishes. They're bad as the main dish but they're perfect side dishes. Also all of them together is also bad. Ya gotta pick and choose.

Also do away with the violent man with the short temper. The incels eat that up like it's the second coming of whatever.

Tl;dr of Omni-Man is he's a goddamn Karen throwing a tantrum with violent tendencies who'll kill anyone that makes him mad and it'll build up to a fight between father and son.

Also mega super tired of that trope. The family vs family trope. I'm bored to tears of it.

And while we're at it why the fuck are LGBTQ+ characters only ever seen and heard in these "adult" animated movies and shows? Why are we never in regular shit?

Anyway, I watched as much as I could stand and honestly it gets like two huge thumbs down from me. Yet another violent take on superheroes where they are deemed more "human" because the writer decided to bring up horrible traits that he somehow thinks is what makes humans human while he wanks off to similar media and decides to call his original and ground breaking.

I hate everything right now. That mediocre show put me in a bad mood.

#werewolf howls at dusk

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zuzallove · 3 years

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Destiel and LGBTQ+ REP: a rant

When I was 18, fresh from graduation, my best friend sent me a text. It was clearly not meant for me, as he called me “love” several times, something he had never done in 16 years (we met when we were two: best friend doesn’t really cover it, it’s more like brother). I replied “???” and he said “sorry, it was meant for a (girl)friend of mine”. I found it weird, but didn’t push. Except a minute later I get another text. “It’s ok, X, I think she bought it.” Where X is the name of my other best friend.

A guy.

I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea beforehand, and I couldn’t really believe it. After a few minutes, the third text.

“Mind if X and I come over tonight? There’s something we’d like to tell you.”

OK. So they come over, we sit in the car (they’re in the front seats, I’m behind them). They make zero eye contact. They’re nervous.

Eventually, it’s me who has to say it.

“You love each other.”

They share a nervous glance.

“Yes, but in a way that…”

“You’re in love with each other.”

I was so afraid of saying the wrong thing, of being offensive, that I didn’t say much else. Years later, we’d laugh about how for a moment there they thought I had a problem with it, because I was so still, and silent.

I was casually homophobic back then, but the idea of being an ass to my best friends in the world had never even crossed my mind. When I say casual homophobe, I mean, I didn’t know any better. I had been raised in a catholic country with zero representation, zero family members who explained this stuff to me and all I knew about being gay was that they were effeminate, they fucked like rabbits and generally speaking it was always a good topic for a booming laugh.

They forced me out of that mentality. I began reading. Talking to them. Educating myself. I still remember my father shouting when I tentatively said that I was thinking about joining an LGBTQ+ association, screaming that “I wasn’t one of them”. My friends’ coming out was an eye-opener for me, as I slowly realised everything that sounds so natural, so obvious now.

I was able to grow and watch from an outsider’s perspective, and to this day, I honestly think I’m more involved in LGBTQ+ activism than they are, especially since they’re not out-out yet, ten years later.

From the outside, certain things hit me in a particular manner. I realised one day as I proposed a movie title (“It’s LGBTQ+ themed, you’ll love it”) that apart from sub-genres and niche fiction, there wasn’t a lot of it. And thus began my interest in LGBTQ+ representation in fiction, to the point that I’ve written Uni papers on it and that I became known in my Uni circle as the “gay girl”, despite the fact that I was straight.

Now, I’ve always had a deep and profound conviction: Destiel was an accident.

Take two actors with surprising, unpredictable chemistry, put in a few awesome one-liners, a dash of innuendo, a touch of double-entendre and voila. You have accidentally created an epic romance that makes most romance novels and tv shows blush in comparison.

Destiel – I think – was never supposed to be ‘a serious thing’. They played with it, they toyed with the possibility, because in truth, the phenomenon quickly got out of hand. They found it weird, unsettling, how much the fans were involved in this, and tried their best to squash it before it could take life.

It didn’t work. They pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and now this is the breaking point.

Because with Destiel, it’s not a matter of shipping: it’s a matter of being slapped in the face for believing two men could love each other in such a simple, pure manner. They called us crazy. Visionaries. Insane. Creepy. Obsessed. But at the same time, they couldn’t resist pushing a little bit more, because we were such good fans, buying DVDs, flying miles and miles to attend conventions, filling our houses with merch. “Just a tiny bit more,” they probably thought. “Let’s exploit the crazies. Throw in a line here, a line there, give them something to hang on to.”

And then 15x18. And then 15x19. And then 15x20.

They drew us back in, only to punch us in the face so swiftly that it took a moment to realise.

I was on a discord chat the night 15x20 aired. Since I’m a spoiler hungry bitch, I went into the Canadian chatroom, where they already knew what was going to happen. So, I had the dubious privilege of watching how – in the other chats – people went from perplexed, to disbelieving, to heartbroken as the episode progressed. I saw their hope being shattered. It’s still a memory that makes me shudder, especially as I was nursing my own grief at the time.

I’m fresh out of grief, now, though. I’m angry. I’m angry for my friends, who never get to see characters like them in a proper TV show or movie without it being labelled as “gay stuff”, I’m angry for that idealistic, slightly homophobic 18-year-old who still had hope things could change, and I’m angry that people still believe you can exploit LGBTQ+ people in an attempt to grab some cash. Not anymore. Not in 2020.

I don’t care what they claim, they knew this was going to happen, but they also believed it would blow over quickly. Let’s prove them wrong.

#destiel #deancas #casdean #lgbtq #lgbtqia #representation #supernatural spoilers #supernatural #misha collins #jensen ackles

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galaxygalthemess · 4 years

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ok but sam and the wolfpack would be waaaay better if one thing happened: sam went to therapy after 'the incident.'

Like not great but a lot of problems would be easier to fix

fuck what smeyer says, I think sam had anger issues

just him though

plus he was a teenager when he shifted, and I don't doubt those hormones added to it

I think that might have affected his relationship with leah too. I think that, while not physical or abusive, Leah just let his behavior slide. And I feel he did similar things to her and any destructive habits she had. (not a lot on pre pack leah, so maybe both angry? maybe some type of addiction of alcohol, caffeine, work, ect? or just putting up walls)

leah and sam had a don't try to fix eachother thing, both wanting it to work and not drive the other away. remember how young they are when they are engaged

after he turns and breaks it off, even that little bit of accountability is gone. he is alone to his anger, and he thinks its just a part of him that will be there forever.

because it grows more after he shifts, I bet he blamed it on being a wolf for a while, ignoring it

so he shifts and hurts emily, but Emily DOES NOT FORGIVE HIM IMMEDIATELY

(i could be wrong here and it mightve been a while to forgive i just am lazy to look it up rn in the official guide)

Emily can see that, yes, he wasn't thinking and lashed out, but its still wrong

She calls him out that its not ok, and sam isn't used to that. most people either let him do what he wants or lash out in anger at him

Emily is genuinely concerned, and he needs help

so he gets a therapist, and works through his issues

during this time, he and emily rarely see eachother so she can have some space. He knows she is still scared, and the last thing he tells her before giving her space is "call me if you ever want me around," or something like that. essential hey ik i fucked up, and i wont pressure u to forgive and trust me if u choose too.

also fuck imprinting rules, it doesnt hurt him to be away. in fact, fuck imprinting. I see it more as a way to spot an important person in your life. one can have multiple imprints for 500 reasons (like in this scenario, if jake did imprint, IT AINT TRUE LOVE SMEYER IT FUN UNCLE INSTINCT KICKING IN HE KNOWS THIS KID WILL BE IMPORTANT IN HIS LIFE..... this is a rant for another day)

so Emily: she will forgive him. why? well one, I am using what I feel here. I would forgive, but not forget that they are capable. And I know many people have issues, but I am willing to forgive more if you work on them.

two, emily sees one of the main reasons for this buildup in him is no support. of course you should take care of yourself mentally, not rely on others to get you the help, but look at our education. I didn't know how to properly put a tampon in until I was 18, do you think early 2000's schooling taught a lot about mental health. and once again, he is trying to get better. So at some point she would forgive and start trusting again, but not for a few months at least

sam starts going because emily told him too. Then he goes because he has no one to complain about wolf probs too (oh ya therapist knows). then he finally starts going for himself.

it was 1-2 times a week, then every other week, then once or twice a month when he starts regulating better.

as he gets better, he starts talking to emily again

as for the other boys? they are fucking teenagers with super powers

they aren't more angry than others, they just have a lot of fuckin hormones

Sam does urge them to go to therapy, but unless they have royally screwed up, he wont try to force them. if he forces then, it wont work as well.

luckily, none of the boys have that anger issue sam had, and he is so happy that none of them have to deal with it.

he uses techniques from his sessions to calm the others, and even learns about how to deal with anxiety attacks and depressive episodes to help his boys (he thinks of them like little brothers/his kids hush)

this does leave the question: does something trigger their transformations?

I say yes: love and a desire to protect

mose of the scenes of them shifted are for patrol or battle, to protect your loved ones. they are usually "more likely to shift" if someone close to them is threatened

of course its not like in smeyers version where they cant control it at all, its just like holding back an argument or a fistfight in the realworld. you can do it but sometimes your buttons are really pushed so you wanna do it so bad

anger can get muddled in the brain, and since its more of a mental thing, the desire to protect the tribe can get intertwined with a sixteen year olds desire to mess up someone who was pushing them around.

because teenagers are dumb. i know I was one. and with superpowers, even dumber, just watch x men evolution.

So thats my take on it. thoughts or questions are appreciated!💖💛💙

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Paul Dini’s Jingle Belle: The Mighty Elves (Comissoned by WeirdKev27)

Well well boys, we’re back to Jingle Belle with another kevmission, though per his request i’ll be getting back to Life and Times Of Scrooge McDuck at long last. I also have some other stuff planned and all that, but for now, let’s focus on everyones faviorite elfen hellion as we dive back into Paul Dini’s Jingle Belle.

I covered most of the behind the scene’s stuff last time so in short in case your just joining us, since this one’s got a bit more stuff to tag: Jingle Belle is an indie comic book character created by animation god Paul Dini, the daughter of Santa Claus and the Queen of Elves who acts like a standard rebellious teenager sterotype and causes trouble for her dad. Last time I touched on the character a good two days ago, we looked at her first appearance, where she sent her family to Family Therapy. At the time I’d ONLY read that story, and hadn’t gotten that far into Jing’s world just yet. As you probably guessed despite plugging a decent amount of time into re-reading the rest of Scott Pilgrim (shout out to my good friend Mike for the early christmas present), on digital and in color and into the Switch port of the first Fire Emblem, I still got 2/3 of the way through the omnibus Kev gifted me of almost all her stories up to 2018′s The Handmade’s Tale. Honestly not a lot has changed from the pilot.. while Jing’s designs changed a bit, she’s still more of a rebellious hellion, and while Santa’s no longer a slut shaming jackass, he’s still hard on her while her mom tries to keep the peace, The humor’s still edgy, if toned down enough to support returning whenever Dini felt like it but it’s largely the same for better or worse. Overall the stories haven’t been bad but have been a bit reptitive to read in one giant omnibus. This really is down to the format they were made in: These were one off stories spread months apart meant to be picked up off the shelf with no real ongoing stories or character development and only some slight worldbuilding here and there. In short not bad stuff, just clearly not built to be collected in a huge omnibus like it was and not the first comic collection i’ve encountered with this problem and definitely not the last.

That being said the stories are creative and still well put together. It is Paul Dini and he has wrote pretty much every story collected here with few exceptions, so it’s still good stuff, just as I said clearly not meant to be read all in one block like i’ve been doing. And today’s story happens to be one of my faviorites so far, breaking the formula up a bit by having Jing do something a bit diffrent and also involving hockey, a sport this story made me realized might actually intrest me on some level.. if in part due to letterkenny.

God bless those two handsome idiots. So let’s ice up or skates, get those letterkenny refrences at the ready and see what the Mighty Elves have to offer.

We start at Hockey Practice for Santa’s Hockey Team, The Elves, the kind of sentence that makes me really happy to type for money. Santa’s team is naturally for this kind of story and what the title references, are the last place in the bi-polar hockey league their in.. presumably ran by commissioner bi-polar bear.

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Again, I really love this job and that i’m actually getting paid for this this go round. Anyway, Santa’s team isn’t all that agressive because.. well i’ts a team coached by Santa, why would they be? But Santa’s still proud of his boys... as for his girl on the otherhand he gets a call and we soon find out via mugshots Jing dragged her two friends, up from just one in previous stories, to an air force base, somehow got arrested for hitting on enlisted men, not a crime, and stealing and crashing a helicopter, very much a crime. Naturally Santa isn’t pleased, so we cut to a few days later where he’s letting her friends off making robo kitties, damn I want one of those now, while leaving Jing to do the packaging, though like most stern but fair dad’s he admits he dosen’t like punishing her and is right in saying there’s more to do with her summer vacation than you know, piss off the military. Santa needs his flight clerance dammit. Jing complains there isn’t much to do but feed the reindeer and make toys to which I say.. really santa? You haven’t set up anything else for your eleves to do? Making toys is their job. Build a fucking movie theater. And at the very least if not for them than for your bored and rebellious daughter to distract her from doing crimes. She’s still likely got a few hundred years of teenagering left, give her something else to do other than piss you off. Santa does have a least a little something: Hockey! Which Jing’s cousin Rusty has taken up. Rusty showed up in the first story but I kind of glossed over him, he’s basically Jing’s Dorky cousin she frequently abuses. Not really much more or less to him. Jing isn’t on board mostly because their team always looses, to the other teams: The Penguins, the Polar Bears, The Snow Leopards and the Eskimos because they don’t really have killer instinct, which yeah is kind of necessary for hockey. To her..

But during her rant she does show Santa she’s got genuine talent for the sport, so he makes her a deal: Do a little favor for him, and she’ll swap that for making toys.. it’s a deal.. one she soon regrets but hey.

Jing naturally makes an ass of herself pretty quickly beating the shit out of Rusty with her dad repremanding her and threatning to throw her off the team if she has another outburst like. That is until she runs into the Huskies Coach, Stan.

I mean i’ts a hairy old man who makes a side bet with Santa Claus despite it technically being against commission rules, might as well be. So Santa tells Jing screw it, as long as it’s the opposing team violence is a-okay. And naturally our first target is the world famous hockey player, aka snoopy aka a snoopy stand in. And being a big fan of peanuts i’m a sucker for a good peantus parody. Doubly so since Dini did his homework, and as I’d remembered and a quick google confirmed “The World Famous Hockey Player” was indeed one of snoopy’s many personas.

Not that it was much of a stretch: just about any time snoopy played a sport he was “the world famous X player”, but still it’s a nice little nod. Not so nice is Jing within seconds slamming him into the air and under a Zamboni and getting sent to the box for it naturally. So clearly she’s the shorsey of this team, all chirps and ultra violence.

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Snoopy is thankfully still alive, if barely, though he’s off course been through much worse.

But while in the Box jing helps advise the team and a presumed combination of her beating the shit out of the other team’s best players and her team now not only having something to inspire them but a strategy means the Elves win for once! Santa and Jing share a hug, though Santa advises her not to go for his wallet, it’s still a sweet moment as she’s genuinely invested now. So we cut to..

Okay Hank Ribbon seal is genuinely one of the best things humanity has made but as for Quiki I just... wow that joke is mildly racist at worst, confusing and unfunny at best. I mean... it really just makes no sense on any level and that’s with me not knowing a lot about hockey, but knowing just enough to know Kathy Lee Gifford existed. Just.. what even was that? I know Paul can do better than this.. because as my first review outlined he wrote a LOTTTT of Tiny Tune Adventures including my favorite episode. He also wrote most of the best Joker episodes for BTAS, so it’s not like the guy CAN’T be funny.. so I have no idea how he could fail so hard with this. Just.. what is this. Who thought this was funny? what was the joke?

That.. utter bafflement aside, this newscast is used to push things ahead as the elves are on a winning streak, having also beaten the Polar Bears and the Penguins.. though weirdly we DON’T get a cameo by this guy despite having already had Snoopy show up.

That’s my boy. But yeah there’s only two teams left with this, the Eskimos and tonight’s matchup the Snow Leopards, aka snow catgirls lead by Tashi Ounce, who Jing met at the winter games last year and lost too and thus has a whole rivlary thing going. In a really nice moment Santa stops to make sure Jing is okay going into the game.

It’s part of why I REALLY like this story: Santa instead of just being disapointed in his daughter genuinely bonds over her over something and Jing shows she has a softer side to her. It’s some good character stuff, helps shake up the normal formula nicely. Back to the usual though she and Tashi naturally go at it, phrasing, and fight the whole damn time, with Belle eventually scoring the winning goal. Though noticably while Tashi is just as competiive as belle and lost this time.. she’s fine with it, knowing she’ll win next time and congradulating the opponent. But before she can leave the rink, Tashi is approached by a mysterious figure with an offer and we cut to said figure’s lair... it’s THE BLIZZARD WIZARD! dun dun dun!.... yeah I haven’t introduced him the Blizzard Wizard is.. well exactly what he sounds like, as well as the former ruler of the North Pole. He enslaved everyone there to do his bidding and was essentially, a butt till Santa showed up, united all the various animals and kicked his ass. Since then he’s been reduced to basically a rankin bass villian, lurking near bye and scheming to get petty revenge on Santa for it. So essentially....

Minus the tragic backstory. He offers them a deal: The championship cup for him defeating the elves. As he puts it the cup symbolizes hard work, respect and team work.. i.e the things their throwing out to get payback. Tashi wants none of it, but the blizzard wizard has his slush minons capture her and with the rest willing to sell out, he gets to work.

Bliz snows out the eskimos, and brings up accusations of Santa gambling, which he gets away from by.. having his wife donate the money real quick don’t ask just go. But he has a waiver signed by the other coaches so their playing his goons. But Jing isn’t phased and Santa asks her to give the lockeroom some inspiring words.

10/10 no notes. But naturally Bliz has a sneaky trick up his sleeves.. to win.. specifically a hot french canadian player which.. makes jing fall to pieces flirting with him and makes her entirely ineffective. Okay time out.... huh so this is the timeless void known only to zack morris, that girl from the reboot I haven’t watched, and Regis Filbin. But yeah while I wouldn’t expect Jing to slaughter the guy it feels out of character for all she’d do is to giggle like an idiot instead of making a move. She’s been established as forward and knowing what she wants. I’m not against her being distracted by this it’s just the how that feels off especially since the opening reinforces this. She hit on air force guys. She’s not going to just be giggly and awkward. Jing may not be the most complex charcter but she’s better than this. Aside from the baffling Kathy Lee Gifford gag, this is the only thing I really don’t like abotu the story, and it lasts two pages before it’s resolved and in a 22 or so page story, that’s a good chunk of it spent on something that isn’t funny and that’s out of character even within story. That being said it dosen’t drag the story down entirely, still a good story. Just a bit uneven is all.

But unsurprisingly Tashi escapes her earlier imprisonment offscreen to let Jing know not only the full extent of Bliz Whiz’s machenations, i.e. that the other coaches are in on it, but that the hockey player is really just one of Bliz’s minons uner a glamour. WIth that knowledge Jing asks why she’d help and Tashi shows her inner honor beneath the whole rival deal, pointing out she wants to win from a GOOD team next year. With the jig up Jing pulvirzes her former crush, claims to have been under a spell (no one byes it) and the elves clean house and win. Super fuckin shooter. As for Bliz Whiz he tries to steal the trophy but instead gets booted into the snow leopards box, phrasing... it doesn’t end well for him.

And yeah while he comes back eventually, some how, apparently, for most of the stories after this he’s just.. dead. He was killed and then his remains eaten. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

But Jing admits she had fun, she and her dad bond and we get one last gag as he assumes she learned not to showboat only for her to block everyone else in the team photo. Falalallal we’re out.

Final Thoughts: As I said, one of my faviorites. It’s really well paced, has a good premise and only one part drags at all and only that part and one gag really don’t land. The rest of it is really funny, nice and touching, and overall a nice shakeup from these stories usual pattern of “Jing getting into hyjinks”. While she DOES here, her and her dad are literally and figuartvely on the same team, and she does show a sweeter side genuinely bonding with her dad and it’s nice to see them actually enjoy each other’s company for once. It’s a nice change of pace and one I wish more of the stories had. I’m not saying they all have to be holly jolly but i’d be nice if more of them had a bit of heart to them is all. Tis the season and all that. Still for what it is, it’s a fun ride and I highly recommend it. We’ll probably see her again sometime this season but that’s a bit off. For now coming up I have some ducktales to tell, a chapter in a man’s life story that’s long overdue, a holiday mess I wish I didn’t have to clean up, and in the distant future.. an old friend to reconnect with. Until then if you liked this review reblog it, comment etc all that good stuff, and you can send me asks with suggestions fo ra review or direct message me, or ask for my discord, to comission a review yourself. Until then, happy holidays.

#jingle belle #paul dini #comics #comic reviews #santa claus #christmas #hockey #letterkenny #snoopy #opus #blizzard wizard #tashi ounce

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rawiswhore · 4 years

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Davey Boy Smith x Fem Reader- “Slave To the Grind”

By the end of 1997, the WWF are starting to become not so colorful, cheesy and family friendly as they used to be.

Just look at D Generation X and their obscene gesture and catchphrase.

Just look at Sable wearing that very skimpy bikini circa December 1997 that didn't leave much to the imagination.

Stone Cold Steve Austin is a rising star with his middle fingers and the former Isaac Yankem went on to become Kane; the Undertaker's brother whose face was horrifically burned as a child.

While bra and panties matches, wrestlers falling through and breaking tables set on fire and wrestlers with gimmicks as porn stars haven't become a thing yet, they soon will be.

And what's going on in the WWF right now, especially on tonight's episode, is a predecessor to all of that.

At least one predecessor to it, anyway.

On an episode one night in December 1997, there was a special match.

That match was Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy, even Davey Boy Smith/The British Bulldog and Rob Van Dam vs. Mankind, Vader, The Headbangers, and the Road Warriors.

Such an odd mixture of wrestlers fighting one another, no tag teams fighting other tag teams, just random wrestlers fighting other random wrestlers.

This match may as well be called "Wrestlers Who've Had Sex With You (in real life and not just kayfabe) vs. Wrestlers Who Haven't Had Sex With You" or even "Wrestlers You're Sexually Attracted to vs. Wrestlers You Aren't Sexually Attracted To".

"Hot Male Wrestlers vs. Ugly Male Wrestlers".

Even the people watching this don't know the point of this match, though you have thought of pitching a story line involving where the wrestlers you haven't had sex with are in love with you and want you, but the ones you have fucked want to keep you for yourself, so they fight over a girl.

Actually, there is one reason this match exists, and it happens once the match is over.

Even though Davey Boy did leave the WWF in November 1997 after the "Montreal Screwjob", so did Bret Hart, for that matter, however, tonight, he did return to the WWF in December, why?

For what will happen later on tonight.

Even though he'll be wrestling with Shawn Michaels on his side considering a few months ago there was that infamous match where Davey wanted to win a match against Shawn Michaels to dedicate it to his sick sister, and was planned to win the match, but Shawn rudely took the belt from the British Bulldog, which led you angrily ranting at Shawn in the locker room after when the match was over, and of course, the Montreal Screwjob, but you made Shawn apologize to Davey for his selfishness and made them reconcile.

That match and how it ended (as well as Shawn and Triple H having their horrid Kliq) made you have serious doubts of leaving the WWF, but you ended up staying in the WWF.

While ECW's invasion of the WWF during the summer of 1997 was temporary, there were talks of hiring Rob Van Dam during the WWF's up and coming Attitude Era, but for some reason, he wasn't hired.

However, for one night only, Rob Van Dam will be a part of a show in the WWF, for certain reasons...

While these various wrestlers beat the crap and wrestle one another in the ring, you're standing next to the ring, looking up at them, wearing a black bra with matching black short shorts.

Your hands and palms are beating on the ring's mat, shouting at and egging on Triple H, Shawn, and every other male wrestler in the ring you've had sex with to beat up the ones you haven't had sex with.

Beating on the ring's mat gives you so much anxiety, because you're scared some wrestler will run into your hand and his boots will crush your fingers.

When you aren't shouting at the wrestlers you've fucked to kick the other wrestler's asses, you're standing next to the referee, pretending to flirt with him by running your index finger up and down his chest and standing so close to him, your torso is touching his.

You're not sexually attracted to the referee, but you're doing this to distract him from the match.

This was all part of the script.

You flirting with the referee got a standing ovation out of the males in the audience, and this also caught the attention of Jerry Lawler on commentary.

"She's flirting with him!" Jerry exclaimed. "Why isn't she doing it with me?!?!"

Because Jerry is a fat, bloated, perverted, Trump supporting, statutory rapist creep old enough to be your father, that's why.

Even though it's obvious the Headbangers, Vader, Mankind, etc. could easily kick Jeff Hardy and Shawn Michaels' asses, this match is all scripted and there's one reason this match exists.

You didn't care about this match at all, you were excited for what comes after the match.

And pretty soon, the match was finally over, the winners of the match being the wrestlers you have had sex with.

After they were announced the winners and won the belt, you were back to standing in front of the ring, where Triple H and Shawn Michaels grabbed your wrists on both of your hands and pulled you into the ring, where you slid under the ropes and entered the ring.

As you crawled under the ropes and into the ring, the men cheered even louder for you being inside the ring.

D Generation X's Rage Against the Machine knockoff entrance song was playing after they had won the belt, and when you entered the ring, you were just in time to dance to that guitar riff in the song.

As the guitar riff played on from that song, Triple H was standing right behind you and Shawn was in front of you, whereas Billy and Davey Boy were on the sides, and Jeff and Rob were crouching and squatting on the mat next to both of your calves.

The men who lost this match were all walking out of the ring looking pissed off and mad.

You began to roll your ass up Triple H's crotch, lapdancing him a bit, your ass pressed and blocking his erection for all of those to see pressing through his tights.

Your ass was rolling on beat and to the guitar's riff.

Your back was also pressed on and touching Triple H's sweaty torso, your body writhing on his.

That wasn't the only thing Triple H did, his hands roamed all over the front of your body, going everywhere, sometimes even stopping at your tits and squeezing them.

He also rolled his ass backwards and sometimes grinded his crotch frontwards to the beat to the song playing.

That wasn't all, Shawn was in front of you, where he leaned his face into your face and kissed your lips.

Your eyes closed when his lips locked with yours, his eyes were closed as well, and the two of you began passionately kissing one another.

While you were kissing him, your hand was behind his head, running your fingers through and down his hair, making sure you don't mess his hair up.

While kissing him, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his tongue trying to entice and seduce yours.

Your tongue gave his tongue a few licks, and vice versa.

When Shawn began making out with you, this got a HUGE pop from the female audience, getting out of their seats and shrieking and screaming their heads off, although they probably want to ring your neck since you're with their man!

And while Shawn was kissing you, his hands were on your bra, his palms and fingers rubbing up and down your bra.

This, as well as you grinding your ass up Triple H's boner, got a HUGE pop from the males (both grown men and underage teenage boys) in the audience, standing up, cheering and yelling "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!".

Not to mention, as Shawn made out with you, Triple H pushed some of your hair out of the way behind your neck and leaned his face into the back of your neck, pressing his lips on the back of your neck.

His lips began kissing the back of your neck, leaving his kisses everywhere on your bare neck and on your shoulders.

While this was going on, Billy and Davey Boy were on opposite sides of your hips, grinding their crotches on both of your hips.

That wasn't all, Billy and Davey also rubbed and caressed their hands up and down your hips as well as on your stomach.

They also a few times squeezed and caressed your bra covered tits.

Rob and Jeff, however, were squatting and crouching down on the ring's mat, where their hands caressed up and down your legs.

Sometimes they leaned into your leg and gave your legs a few kisses, letting their sensual side out.

And speaking of kissing, Billy and Davey leaned their heads into your neck, stretching their necks out, until their lips could reach and touch your neck, and their lips began kissing your neck as well as your shoulders.

Sometimes Billy and Davey's arms also caressed up and down your own arms.

Shawn, on the other hand, let his lips slide down below your lips and down the middle of your neck, where when his lips had met your neck, his lips gave you several kisses and pecks on your neck, sometimes he gave sloppy kisses on your neck, your skin in between his lips.

When I mean "sloppy kisses", I don't mean "sloppy" as in salivating and slobbering on you, I meant he kisses you very messily and heavily, not leaving little pecks of kisses.

He then brushed his lips all the way down to the middle of your tits, where he stopped there.

His face was buried in your cleavage, his hands rummaging up and down your body as this happened.

One of your hands was behind Shawn's head, running your fingers through and down his hair, whereas your other hand was fumbling below his neck, your palm and fingers running down his body.

Your hips were swaying back and forth on Triple H's crotch, his hands were roaming up and down your body and sometimes staying and holding onto your hips, your body slithering on his.

"I thought they were called D Generation X, not D Generation Sex!" Jerry Lawler shrieked.

"D Generation Triple X" Jim Ross quipped back. "D Generation X Rated!"

"When Triple H becomes Triple X!" Jerry responded back.

Jeff, Rob, Davey, Triple H and Billy wished they could've been in Shawn's place, where Shawn's face was in between your tits, but you've rehearsed this with these men and they'll get their turn soon.

Though, you think just about every male watching this, straight male anyway, wants to be Shawn or even the other wrestlers smothering you.

Speaking of Shawn, Shawn's face wasn't just buried in your cleavage, he was also giving some big open mouth kisses over your clothed breasts, in between your cleavage, on your stomach, making out and giving sloppy kisses on your torso like it was your lips.

Sometimes his tongue snuck out of his mouth and licked over the clothed part of your breasts, especially where your nipples and areolas are, though it tasted disgusting to lick your bra, but Shawn was trying to play it off that it didn't taste so nasty.

Though, is that a good thing or not? It probably tastes nasty to lick a piece of clothing and having a disgusted facial expression makes things more realistic!

Women and men were screaming their heads off over Shawn giving kisses on your tits, where the grown men were standing out of their seats and shouting "yyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!", whereas the women were shrieking and shouting "wooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!", sounding like those women in the audience on "Full House" whenever someone kissed another person.

All of these wrestlers swarming, hovering and touching you were all trying to "dance" as well, either by swaying their hips, grinding and pushing their pelvises forward or gyrating their hips, even though most of (if not ANY) of these wrestlers all over you can't dance at all.

All of the men tried to be "on beat" as they grinded and gyrated on you, you were trying to be on beat as well.

As the camera was filming you writhe and sway your body with these wrestlers, you also put one of your hands on the elastic of your shorts and slightly tugged and pulled down your waistline, showing your hip bones and a bit more of your skin.

This, of course, made the males go insane seeing you flash some more skin, some dudes let out those corny "wolf whistles" males make when they see a hot chick.

As you grinded on Triple H's genitals, you also leaned your head back, resting your head on his shoulder, and Triple H put his hands over your bra, giving your tits a few squeezes.

You leaning your head back, your eyes closed and mouth agape made you look like you were having an orgasm, and you may as well have one.

Although, you didn't always look like you were having an orgasm, sometimes you held your head up.

You could've started this little dance number off with Shawn doing something else that will eventually happen later, but his tongue and lips will probably taste disgusting if you make out with him.

This is what you precisely want, Triple H to be behind you as you roll your ass up his cock while Shawn is "motorboating" your breasts, sometimes even kissing and caressing them.

Why?

You wanted to model this moment after a scene in Madonna's "Truth or Dare" documentary where she and her backup dancers are all in front of a white photoshoot screen and her backup dancers are slowly writhing and grinding on Madonna, dressed in a black cone bra and panties, as well as some performances from Madonna's Girlie Show tour circa 1993 where she performed a remake of Donna Summer's "Love to Love You Baby".

You were trying to do almost everything Madonna does in that "Truth or Dare" scene and that "Love to Love You Baby" remake.

And to boot, Triple H and Shawn Michaels are absolutely sexy right now with the way they look, and not just that, Jeff Hardy, who's also absolutely beautiful, is caressing his hands up and down one of your legs, sometimes even kissing your leg.

When Shawn wasn't just kissing in between your breasts and kissing the clothed parts of your tits, his hands were caressing up and down your bra, his palms feeling the silk of your bra.

Shawn suddenly slid his lips down the middle of your torso, down your stomach, down your navel, until he stopped at and reached your private area.

First, he licked your black shorts in your vulva area, licking in between where your two pussy flaps are, although they're being covered up by your shorts.

Not only that, but his tongue went back into his mouth and he puckered his lips, his lips kissing your vulva covered by your shorts.

His mouth was wide open, giving sloppy kisses to your crotch area, your vagina covered by short black shorts in his mouth.

When I mean "sloppy kisses", I don't mean "sloppy" as in salivating and slobbering on you, I meant he kisses you very messily and heavily, not leaving little pecks of kisses.

Feeling Shawn kiss and lick on your clothed clit felt even better than someone rubbing their bare naked fingers over your naked clit.

So good, you wanted to moan this and look like you were having an orgasm over this, and you kind of did look like you were having an orgasm, but not that much.

This got a huge reaction out of the crowd, both male and female, many of their eyes were bugging and growing wide when Shawn did this.

The WWF will probably get several angry letters and complaints from this moment.

The grown men were standing out of their seats and shouting "yyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!", whereas the women were shrieking and shouting "wooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!", sounding like those women in the audience on "Full House" whenever someone kissed another person.

You also heard some dudes whistling that corny "wolf whistle" that dudes whistle at women, especially sexy women, towards you.

Throughout this dance sequence, the audience, both males and females (men and women, underage boys and some girls) cheered even louder than when you entered the ring, nearly everyone in the audience was out of their seats.

They were cheering so loudly, not only could nearly everyone in the room's ears bleed, but you were scared their cheers would drown out the music you were dancing to.

The men and boys in the audience were going absolutely nuts over this, but only going nuts over you dancing, grinding and writhing half naked.

They'd probably love it even more if you were writhing and dancing with half naked, sexy women like Sunny, Sable, and Terri Runnels/Marlena.

The women both hated this and loved this.

While they loved seeing Shawn, Jeff, even Triple H and Billy Gunn writhing on you shirtless, they were also extremely jealous of you because you were writhing and grinding with their men!

They probably all want to ring your neck now.

As Shawn was stimulating cunnilingus, Billy and Davey both brushed their lips from your neck all the way down to your bra cups, where the two of them licked and kissed where they think your nipples and areolas are.

This, of course, got a major pop from the men in the audience.

Jeff Hardy elevated himself up a bit from your ankle, where he dragged and brushed his tongue from your ankle all the way up to your thigh.

Jeff paused at your thigh, where he began to give kisses on your thigh, sometimes he gave these little pecks on your thigh, other times he sloppily kissed your thigh.

He kissed your thigh like it was your lips.

Women in the audience went absolutely nuts seeing that, shrieking and screaming their heads off, even some men in the audience went nuts over this, although they were going crazy over seeing a closeup of your thigh being kissed.

Jeff wasn't the sex symbol he'd become in the WWF years later with his iconic "goth look", but he was still totes hot.

You have a reason why you've planned Triple H behind you, Shawn in front of you, and Jeff and Rob on your legs.

They're the sexiest men you're writhing with in your opinion.

Having a hot guy make out with you while you're lapdancing another hot guy who's kissing the back of your neck, rolling his crotch on your ass and feeling your tits and body while two other hot guys are caressing your legs with both of their hands and even their lips and tongues?

And that hot guy you're making out with brushes his lips down your body and buries himself in your cleavage, feeling your tits and whatnot?

Billy and Davey are hot too, but not enough.

You're a severe perfectionist; wanting the hottest guys to be licking, kissing and caressing your legs while you're making out with the sex symbol of the WWF and lap dancing another equal hottie in the WWF whose feeling up on you, and planned and rehearsed this.

Rob followed Jeff, where he copied him: sliding his tongue and lips from your ankle up to your thigh he was kissing.

When Rob reached your thigh, he kissed your thigh the same way Jeff was kissing your thigh.

Y'wanna know why this "Triple H, Shawn, Billy, blah blah blah" vs. ugly wrestlers you don't give a crap about match exists?

Because of this moment.

This moment where you writhe and slither and sway your hips and body with all of these other sexy male wrestlers, or at least male wrestlers you find sexy, and they're all touching you.

This magic moment is precisely why we have Jerry Lawler on commentary saying things like "She's had more hands on her than a doorknob!", in fact, he's saying that about you right now, which led to Jim Ross chiming in saying "And more turns than a doorknob too!".

You want this moment to last forever and let these hot wrestlers all have turns kissing and burying their faces in your tits while another is kissing your calf, blah blah blah.

Even the men in the audience want this to go on, this is so sexy and it seems like this performance gets racier and racier as different wrestlers switch to get turns for you to rub your ass on their crotch.

You'd also love it if one of the more slender wrestlers, like say Shawn Michaels or Jeff Hardy, or even both, slid their hands down your shorts to stimulate masturbation, but sadly, no.

When you eventually got your own titantron and entrance theme, there was a short little clip of you surrounded by Triple H, Shawn, Billy, Jeff, Davey Boy, even Rob Van Dam, you were writhing and slithering with these wrestlers in front of a white sheet, the wrestlers fondling your body, this scene recreating that photoshoot/orgy sequence from Madonna's "Truth or Dare" documentary.

It's a shame Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" music video had to come out a few years after this moment (though she was underage when this moment happened), because you wish you could do some of the dances she did in the "Dirrty" video with these men in the ring right now, grinding, writhing and slithering your body with them.

#triple h #shawn michaels #billy gunn #jeff hardy #rob van dam #davey boy smith #1997 #90s #wwf #fanfiction

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janiedean · 5 years

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What do you think about all those dudebros talking about how BRieNNe ARc Is NoW COmPlEte and she can rest in peace? Please, send help. =__=

well.

*deep breath*

first thing to be entirely truthful I would like to broaden that statement to ‘people in general who say that’ because from what I’m seeing it’s hardly a dudebro exclusive and it’s been a pseudo anti-brienne argument for ages around here (ie the SHE’S A KNIGHT SHE CAN ONLY BE A KNIGHT THE MOMENT SHE’S ONE HER ARC IS OVER) so like.... I wish it was just one category X°D

second thing: nope.

nooowwww, here goes the rant.

I would like to start by pointing out that this episode was named a knight of the seven kingdoms. and what’s the point, you will say. well:

now: who is the protagonist of AKOTSK?

and what’s the point, you will tell me?

well, half of it is that he’s most likely brienne’s great-grandfather:

which is not just because of that but also because he’s basically genderswapped brienne:

or better, he’s genderswapped brienne except that he’s Hot For Regular Standards but like if you read those novels he’s so much like her it hurts and actually... THICK AS A CASTLE WALL?

The wench has built a fortress inside herself. They will rape her soon enough, but behind her walls they cannot touch her. But Jaime's walls were gone. (asos, jaime iv)

"Do you mock me?"That pricked him back to anger. "Are you as thick as a castle wall? That was an apology. I am tired of fighting with you. What say we make a truce?""Truces are built on trust. Would you have me trust—" (asos, jaime v)

I’m not gonna go into how the most important romance dunk has in those novels is with a great-great-aunt of jaime’s and how those two have actual jb imagery in their novel because that’s not the point of this rant, but my point is: while obviously this is book canon, in the show they called her the way her ancestor is called in the collection of novels about his adventures and both brienne and duncan are 100% what you’d want in real knights, like dunk is 100% True Knight TM material if jaime had run into him instead of arthur dayne he’d have gotten an even worse mancrush.

now, dunk starts the novels as already knighted (even if no one gives him much credit for it), but what happens to dunk is that before going into the kingsguard he has a very long time of going around westeros with egg doing good deeds and establishing his name to the point that when he goes into egg’s kg everyone recognizes him as a paragon.

now: brienne has strived all her life for that validation of being knighted and recognized as such and she’s spent all her life dreaming of not only being a knight but to be seen as one and respected as one, she gets her wish with the man she’s in love with (because she is) and that she respects and whose worth and honor and bravery she sees to the point that she’s willing to put her own reputation on the line for him in front of people who might not take her seriously actually knighting her, in an episode titled after her ancestor who’s a true paragon of knighthood and who’s known for having been a knight for years and for his quests, and I’m supposed to think that the coronation of her arc is that.......... she dies not even twelve hours after that? it’d be cheap, it’d make no sense and it completely would kill the importance of the moment. if she’s been recognized as one after years of efforts and eating shit for it, it means that now she a) gets to prove it, b) gets to go around and say well fuck you I’ve earned that title, c) gets to come into herself fully and she can be whoever and whatever she wanted to and if she dies that gesture and that moment are worth shit because what was it that for? the last hurrah so she can die happy? fuck that, brienne worked her entire life for it, she got it and now she’ll damn well make use of it, and sorry but if gwendoline is going around talking about how this season she takes her decisions, she goes beyond serving others and does finally things for herself that include embracing her womanly side which she denied until now there is really no way that this is it. this is the premise brienne needs to get the push to actually see herself as not just someone whose worth is tied to her being in service of someone else, and the fact that jaime basically pledged his service to her even before knighting her should say everything about where the priorities lay here.

brienne’s arc isn’t complete for shit. brienne’s arc has just started and it’ll be complete when she’s lived a long fulfilling life in which she’s been a knight, saved people, held up that paragon of virtue thing she has going for her, didn’t do it sacrificing her own wants and needs but along with that and doing it with people who finally see her for the amazing person she is. and like.... ‘okay but grrm is evil’ and ‘okay but people die on got’ aren’t Actual Objections because grrm is hardly as bad as everyone thinks he is and he actually does like a good love story himself and he said he wants the bittersweet ending like lotr, not a bloodbath, and I would like to remind everyone that lotr ends with sam gamgee going back home to his wife and children and living a happy life before going off to join frodo in valinor, not with middle earth being razed to the ground by sauron.

also: the fact that she’s directly paralleled with dunk doesn’t mean that she’s ending up in a kings or queensguard whatsoever. the point is that *dunk* being in the kg was something he’d never even dream of and his coronation of his journey, brienne being paralleled with him means that she most likely has to get what *she* wants full package after being denied it for all her life and I’d like to remind everyone that brienne of tarth actually never said she never wanted a husband or a family case in:

Brienne had been betrothed at seven, to a boy three years her senior, Lord Caron's younger son, a shy boy with a mole above his lip. They had only met the once, on the occasion of their betrothal. Two years later he was dead, carried off by the same chill that took Lord and Lady Caron and their daughters. Had he lived, they would have been wed within a year of her first flowering, and her whole life would have been different. She would not be here now, dressed in man's mail and carrying a sword, hunting for a dead woman's child. More like she'd be at Nightsong, swaddling a child of her own and nursing another. It was not a new thought for Brienne. It always made her feel a little sad, but a little relieved as well. (affc, brienne iii)

never mind that she is attracted to men and she does suffers knowing it’s Not For Her To Be In Love With Guys Who Respect Her.

well, guess what, she has one now riiiight there who has just knighted her. *shrug* and okay, you’ll say, that’s book canon and not show canon, but ffs since this season it seems like they remembered proper characterization and the endgame should be roughly the books’s....... well. my money is that she gets to have the cake and eat it after all the metaphorical (and not) shit she had to wade through for years to get it and that’s my two cents.

#brienne of tarth #jaime x brienne #duncan the tall #oops my hand slipped SORRY #game of thrones spoilers #sorry guys but like I Don't Agree ;)#janie writes meta #i said what i said see you on may 20th #Anonymous #ask post

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miniwolfsbane · 5 years

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Dark Phoenix Review (SPOILERS)

Like 3 weeks late, but I finally saw it!! (I am HORRIBLE about seeing movies alone. Plus I hate driving, plus I had insomnia the week it came out.)

I don’t understand all the hate it’s getting? Like, I didn’t think it was that predictable. I wanted one thing, Jean in Scott’s arms at the end and didn’t get that iconic scene, but other then that, it wasn’t that bad. I thought it was breakneck pacing here and there, especially in the begining. Ten minutes in and they’re in space? Can we have a little build up? Maybe some more Jean/Scott in there?

However, I thought the rest made sense, even Magneto. (It would’ve felt weird to not have him and they gave him something to do and his revenge was justified.) But one thing I didn’t understand, it’s tiny and stupid, why were they keeping tabs on the kids campfire party? (Can’t really call it a rave I guess.) Let them be kids. Even if it was on the property, it just looked weird to me.

Looking back, I’m relieved they didn’t include yet another “Quicksilver is awesome” scene. Two was enough, three would’ve been overkill. He wasn’t used enough and really faded off. Would’ve appreciated him being around in the last act, but as I just realized, he was recovering. Dangit Jean. >_<

Unfortunately, I knew Mystique was going to die going in because THANK YOU INTERNET!! (/sarcasm) Can’t blame the actress, but maybe this will pave the way for any future sequels not to overuse her. Also, it differentiates the plot a little from the awful Captain Marvel. Also, it’s sad. Always liked Mystique in the reboots. Good, balanced character.

Nowww (breathes) Kurt freaking Wagner!! :D He was used a little more then in Apoc, and as always, they have kept up the X-Men tradition of knocking him out. XD (Go watch Evo again and you’ll see what I mean. Poor boy was getting knocked unconscious like every other episode. Add to that Apoc, and I pronounced it tradition. He might’ve gotten hit in Wolverine and the X-Men, I’m not sure. Yes, I’m a giant X-Men nerd.) I thought the exchange after my poor blueberry got teleported to death was funny and LOL’d in the theatere.

Xavier: Are you okay?

Kurt:No...!

Xavier: Kurt, you have to get me in there.

Because usually the hero will say he’s okay, he’s fine. But my poor baby has surely exhausted himself, so he has to teleport AGAIN and oh glob, I just feel for him. Xavier, stop being a jerk. LOL.

And that fight scene. I don’t just mean Kurt’s part, I mean the whole thing. And people really hated this movie? Come on! Anyway, yeah, that was the reason you don’t enrage my blueberry. And I can see why he has...blades or whatever on his tail now. I don’t agree with it, I still like his original comic/show look and there’s something slightly LESS violent about him choking someone out with his tail VS slitting their throat with it, but, eh, I can’t change it and it does add an element of threatening-ness and danger to the character that simply isn’t present in all his other incarnations. So movie/show Kurt=Cute, almost harmless fuzzy blue elf. Reboot movie Kurt=Potential to be a ruthless killing machine with a bladed tail when pushed enough.

Edit: Another post at the blog Mister Wagner didn’t like that scene, saying Kurt’s always been a pacifist. I have to slightly disagree on that, but I won’t rant too much about it here. The short version is that if Kurt were a true pacifist, he’d have no place on the X-Men and would probably be dead by now. He’s kind, good, and decent, yes, but he, like other X-men have killed and threatened before in the comics. Kurt may only do it as a last resort, but that’s part of why we love him so much. He doesn’t take the obvious route other super powered people do.

Okay, so I never did get my ‘Kurt loves pirates’ reference either, (remember how I wanted that in the last movie?), but, eh, he was in it a little more and that’s what matters. And they actually included it in WATXM, so at least they did it somewhere outside of the comics.

I would’ve had Jean half dead in scott’s arms at the end, and I haven’t ever read the Phoenix saga, (I know! Crazy!) it’s just....I want a little comic nod. Consistency. Continuity. Show you CARE about the source material, Kinberg!

All in all, a three and a half star movie. Not amazing, and I would’ve changed some things, but I as a hardcore fan enjoyed it.

Edit: Another example of rushing it I recalled. I was actually expecting some cute scene between Kurt and Ororo at the party. It may have looked like Ororo was going to open her mouth then-cut to another scene. Not my ship, but, again, room to breathe and some character development in some direction would’ve been nice. Again, I liked this movie. I didn’t love it. Also also, I would’ve had a bang out, crazy bigger fight scene at the end. Less violent. (I write fight scenes a lot for my fics. Just because they’re fight scenes doesn’t mean they have to be bloody or violent.) It wouldn’t have saved the movie, but it would’ve made the last act better. Let the X-men truly go out with a bang.

#x men dark phoenix #Nightcrawler #Jean Grey #X-Men #movie #spoilers

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dreamofbetterthings · 6 years

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“And They Were Roommates Dean Winchester x Reader”

Prompt 32: “I came to say goodbye.” 55: “Shut up and kiss me.” Celebrity: Dean Winchester (Played by Jensen Ackles) TV Show: Supernatural Spoilers: Episode 02x01 (Season 2, episode 1) Summary: All three Winchesters have been in a crash, winding themselves up in a hospital that you also happen to be in. As Dean balances between life and death, you help him deal with an old enemy, and along the way, you two become closer than expected. (Basically, the original plot line of the episode, just with a few scenes changed here and there) Warnings: Death, bruises, yelling, cursing A/N I just realized most of what I write has some form of death or something negative. Hopefully, this will be the last one like that for a while, but tbh it's probably not because I'm a sad person. I also just noticed I’ve been spelling prompt completely wrong....cheers American EnglishThis is also a bit of a long one, so expect multiple parts. Let me know what you think, and Requests are always open.

Dean opens his eyes and a yawn immediately comes out of his mouth. He sits up and gets out of bed, noticing he's wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else. He goes into the hallway and calls out "Sam? Dad? Anybody?" He goes downstairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad and my brother, I just need to find them." The nurse is unresponsive, and he snaps his fingers in front of her. "Hello?" He goes back upstairs to his room, confused and looks on in horror as he sees his own body on the bed, hooked up to tubes and dying.

He takes a few steps into his room as he continues to look at himself, and sighs in relief as Sam stands in the doorway. He stares at his older brother's body, breathing heavily. Dean calls out for Sam, and he responds, but his heart breaks when he hears his response. "Dean. You look good considering..." He sighs saying "Man, tell me you can hear me." A doctor walks in and tells Sam "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like." A small smile appears on his face before motioning to his brother. "Doc, what about my brother?" She checks her clipboard and reads off "Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There are early signs of cerebral edema." "Well, what can we do?" "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." "If?" "I have to be honest Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations." Dean gets upset and yells at the Doctor as she walks out. "Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up." then turns to his brother. "Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me." As he follows his brother out the door, Dean doesn't even notice the person lying on the bed next to him.

Not too long after, your eyes open slowly, and you see a white ceiling before closing them again. Forcing yourself to open your eyes once again, you push yourself off of the bed. Your bare feet touch the cool floor and before you exit the room, you notice there is someone laying next to your bed. He's wearing the same attire that you are, but he's hooked up to a bunch of machines, and there are scratches on the side of his face. Not that he can hear you, but you tell him, "I hope you get better, whoever you are." and your feet take you into the hallway. Nurses and Doctors frantically move up and down the halls, not paying any attention to you. As you glance inside the rooms that you pass, whoever is inside is normally awake and more than likely ready to leave. You glance past one room and there are even two men standing around an older guy as he tries to sit up with his arm in a sling.

As you continue down the hall, a shadowy figure knocks you to the ground, and you double over in pain as you see Nurses and Doctors start running by in the hallway. You weakly call out for help, but everyone runs past you like you don't exist. The man with his arm in a sling stumbled out of his room, followed by another taller guy. Dean walks out and hears you calling out for help. He sees you on the ground and doesn't hesitate to gently pick you up bridal style and take you back to where the noise is coming from. As he walks into the room with you in his arms monitors are beeping, a Doctor and some nurses are surrounding your bed, resuscitating you. Dean glances at the person laying on the bed, and then you. After noticing it's the same person, he calls out to you. "It's going to be okay, alright?"

He sits you down in a corner and sees a ghostly figure floating over both bodies lying in the bed. Dean himself then suddenly collapses as his heart monitor begins to flat-line as well. Doctors work on both patients as he struggles over and yells "You get the hell away from us!" He runs to the bed and faces the thing down, yelling. "I said get back!" Sam blinks and looks confused as if he's heard something and as you watch Dean, he grabs for the spirit; he latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars out of the room. The monitors slow, then quiet. The nurses sigh and yell "We have a pulse for both of them. We're back into a steady rhythm." He runs into the hallway, looking for the spirit but it's vanished. Going back into the room his dad is sitting next to him by the bed. Dean angrily goes off.

"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything? I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" He pauses on his rant and remembers that you were still in the corner where he left you and walks over. Taking a knee, he offers you his hand.

You gratefully take it and you are slowly pulled to your feet. "Are you okay?" If you could shake your head any faster, you would have gotten whiplash. "Who are you? Why can't anybody but you hear me? W-Why can I see us laying in hospital beds? Oh my god, we’re dead, aren’t we?!" Firm hands are placed on your shoulders and his candy apple green eyes immediately calm you down. "Just breathe, alright? I'm Dean Winchester and the two other guys that were in here was my younger brother Sam, and my dad John. I don’t know why only you and I can hear each other, but I am going to find out. To do that, I need you to help me.” You stand there trying to process his words and you nod slowly. “Okay. I guess I don’t have a choice now, do I?” Dean sighs and takes a hold of your hand as you two sit against the wall. As the two of you look across the room at yourselves, a question comes to mind.

“What kind of accident did you get yourself into?”

To Be Continued

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You’ve Woken Up the Demon In Me-Part 3

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader, Crowley, Castiel, Cole

Warnings: Violence, non-con, dub-con, language, rough sex, oral (male and female receiving),angst, smut, choking, general abuse, fluff (just a little)

A/n: This is not for the faint of heart. It is very dark (like my soul). Demon Dean is by no means fluffy at all. This follows Season 10, episodes 1, 2, 3 with a reader insert. I did not follow everything exactly, but much of the dialogue is there and the same premise. Sorry if this is pure trash. Gifs not mine. (Sorry about all the Gifs in this one but there are just so many out there from this episode that are so good!).

Word Count: 6004

Part 1, Part 2

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Sam had managed to wrangle Dean into the dungeon of the bunker and secure him to a chair inside the devil’s trap. Dean had cussed and ranted the entire time but the cuffs did their job and made him virtually helpless. You had locked yourself into your bedroom while Sam left to gather the blessed blood that he would need to cure Dean. Your nerves were on edge the whole time Sam was gone, so much so that when you heard a knock on your bedroom door it actually made you jump and squeak in fear before grabbing your gun from your nightstand and point it at the door. “Y/n it’s me.” Sam called to you through the door. You took a deep breath and laid the gun back down before making your way to the door and unlocking it. You smiled softly as you craned your neck to look up at Sam as you opened the door. Sam returned your soft smile with a small one of his own. “Just wanted to let you know I was back and I am heading down to get started.” Sam held up the small cooler in his left hand. You nodded your response but weren’t sure exactly what to say. You knew this was going to be rough, rougher than anything Sam had had to do before. “Do you want to…” Sam trailed off before clearing his throat. “I mean you don’t have to and I understand if you don’t want to see him.” “I’ll come with you, Sammy.” You nodded in understanding, knowing Sam didn’t want to face his demon brother alone. He smiled a tight lip smile at you as you moved out of the room. You both made your way down to the dungeon where Dean was waiting. Sam opened the dungeon door and made his way inside. You held back, trying to calm your nerves and give yourself a pep talk before heading into the room. “You can do this.” You told yourself. “You can do this for Sam and for Dean.” You made your way around the corner. Dean sat strapped into the chair in the center of the devil’s trap. Sam was standing at the small metal table opening the cooler that contained the blessed bags of blood. “Really?” You heard Dean scoff as he stared at Sam’s back. “For whatever it’s worth I got your blood type.” Sam spoke as he began to prepare the needles. You walked silently and slowly into the room. Keeping your distance and honestly hoping Dean didn’t notice you. “Sam, I know you think you are gonna try and fix me, but…did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to be fixed? Just let me and Y/n go live our lives. I won’t bother you. What do you care?” Dean spoke as Sam turned and made his way to the edge of the devil’s trap. “What do I care?” Sam asked staring at his brother in disbelief before sprinkling holy water onto the circle while he chanted in Latin. “Wait, it’s not me you care about is it Sammy? You are worried about me taking Y/n away again aren’t you?” Dean glared at Sam. Sam shot a look back at Dean as he finished the chant. “Yeah, that’s it. You think I am gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this.” Dean yelled. “Yeah, I pretty much figured that out.” Sam shook his head and turned to go back to the table. You inched a little further into the room as Sam moved. “You don’t even know if this is gonna work do you? You know, I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice.” Dean continued to try to reason with Sam. Sam’s eyes met yours as he held up the syringe. You watched him as he took a deep breath and turned to face his brother once more. “Mark of Cain, got it.” “That’s right.” “Buckle up.” Sam canted his head as he looked at his brother and then moved forward. “Sammy,” Dean growled a warning. “ You know I hate shots.” “I hate demons.” Sam said sternly before entering the circle. Dean’s eyes immediately turned black and he tried to lunge at Sam. Sam was quick to hit Dean with holy water causing him to cry out in pain and his skin to sizzle. Before you could blink Sam had drove the needle into Dean’s skin and emptied the contents. Dean’s eyes went wide as the blood began to course through him. His head snapped up as a roar filled his throat. It was like a sound you had never heard before as Dean snarled and growled. You stumbled back in fear as you watched, a cry of surprise and fear leaving your throat.

Dean’s black gaze snapped to you as the little scream left your lips. He was panting, his fists clenching and unclenching in his restraints. “Look, we got a whole more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself.” Sam looked down at Dean as he groaned in pain. “What’s the matter, brat,” Dean brought his gaze back to you as you stood lingering against the doorframe, “don’t want to come give your man a hello kiss?” he tried to chuckle but groaned as Sam shoved another needle into his arm. “Leave her alone.” Sam barked as he yanked the needle back out. “For all you know you could be killing me.” Dean rolled his eyes to look up at Sam. “Or…you’re just messing with me. Either way the lore doesn’t say anything about exceptions to the cure.” Sam made his way back to the table and dropped down the empty syringe. “The lore, hunters, Men of Letters, what a load of crap it all is.” Dean scoffed. “Oh, you got nothing?” Sam sighed exasperated as he turned to face Dean, leaning back against the table. “You want me to debate you?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t even the real you I am talking to.” You looked at Sam, he looked so tired and almost defeated. This was really taking it’s toll on him. You made yourself cross the room the few feet until you were standing on the opposite side of the table from Sam, trying to offer him what little support you could without getting any closer to Dean. Dean watched you, letting you know he was still very aware of your presence. “Oh, it’s the real me alright. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” Dean smirked at you.

Sam glanced back over his shoulder at you as he followed Dean’s gaze. You stood silently, chewing at your full bottom lip as Dean continued his bullshit speech. “The new real me, the me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters. Do-gooders. Fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something, guys like me, we are the natural order. It’s the way it was set up.” Seeing you standing behind him in support gave Sam the encouragement he needed to continue. “Guys like me still got to do what we can.” “Don’t be so full of yourself Sammy. ‘Cause, see, from where I’m sitting, there ain’t much difference from what I turned into to what you already are.” Dean cocked his head and grinned. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, a confused look furrowing his brows. “I know what you did when you went looking for me. I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So let me ask you…” Dean smirked. “Which one of us is really the monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now?” Sam took a deep shaky breath and turned his back to Dean. His eyes closed and he leaned heavily on the table. You looked at Sam, a frown creasing your features. “Sam?” You asked softly wondering what Dean was talking about. Sam just shook his head but wouldn’t look at you. “Oh, wait, Sammy didn’t tell you did he baby?” Dean laughed. “He was trying to get a twenty on Crowley, me, and you from any demon he could snag. But Crowley didn’t want to be found, and no one showed when he summoned.“ Dean’s gaze moved from you back to his brother. “But you found a way, didn’t you, Sam?” “You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn’t really care about poor ol’ Lester, did you?” Dean continued to taunt his brother. “Oh, and so you know, I killed Lester myself. And that wife of his married the tattooed guy.” You still didn’t know what Dean was talking about but you knew Sam and you knew that whatever he did was because he had to do it. He had to do it to find you and Dean and save you both. You moved around the table so you could stand at Sam’s side. Your small hand reached out to gently grip Sam’s arm. “Sammy?” Your voice was soft and soothing. Sam turned his head and looked down at you. His hazel eyes were so sad, like they carried the weight of the world. “ I never meant,” His words were cut off by a now angry Dean. “Who cares what you meant?! That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain’t so clear is it? Wow. You might actually be worse than me! I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work.” Dean huffed angrily. “Yeah well,” Sam’s gaze turned angry as he looked down at you, he grabbed another needle and turned towards Dean, stomping over to his side. “At least I didn’t kidnap and rape my best friend.”

Sam shoved the needle hard into Dean’s neck before walking back to the table as Dean screamed in pain. Sam threw the syringe down on the table. Sam’s face was covered with a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, regret. Dean’s chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. His head drooped forward. “Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn’t work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?” Sam couldn’t answer that question. Instead he pushed himself from the table and made his way out the door. You watched Dean as you waited for Sam to return. Dean did not look good. He truly looked like he was in pain. Soft groans fell from his lips as he sat with his eyes closed and his head slumped forward. What if this really was killing him? You brain and emotions were still a giant jumble of confusion. You hated the demon that Dean had become, but the man in front of you was still Dean. Every ounce of your being still wanted to save that man. You still wanted your Dean back. You suddenly realized that Dean was too quiet. No more groaning or growling. His breathing was more shallow. “Sammy!” You yelled as you rushed over to Dean. You shook Dean’s shoulders but got no response. “Dean!” You yelled at him and did the only thing you could think and slapped Dean across his scruffy cheek. “Hey! Hey! Dean! Come on, come back!” Dean’s voice came out a hoarse whisper. “No.” “Come back to me. You there? Hey! Dean, you okay?” You asked as your hands cupped his cheeks and lifted his head so you could look at him. Dean’s head lolled in your hands. “Yeah brat, if you consider drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils okay.” Dean coughed softly and you gently stroked his cheek. You heard Sam rushing back into the room so you stood and moved back away from Dean. You looked at Sam with worried pleading eyes. “Look I can’t just stop doing this.” Sam said to both you and Dean. “Sure you can. You just stop! There’s no point in trying to bring your brother back now.” Dean glared up at his brother. “Oh, I will bring him back.” Sam seemed more determined now. “In fact, your uh… guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been M.I.A. for quite some time now. But I’m loving the new model: Lean, mean, Dean” Dean chuckled. “Right.” Sam scoffed. “You like the new me too, don’t ya sweetheart?” Dean licked his full lips as he looked you up and down. “In fact you love the new me, the way I make you scream so loud when you cum on my cock.” “Stop it Dean.” Sam barked at his brother. “You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible Sammy? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since …” Dean laughed. “Forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that you wanted my girl, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen. Or it could be that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!” Your eyes grew wide as you listened to Dean rant. You couldn’t believe the words spilling from his mouth. You looked between the brothers. Sam’s jaw was clenched and his nostrils flared as the anger flooded through him. “This isn’t my brother talking.” Sam took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. “You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.” “No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!” Sam yelled back at Dean, his anger finally getting the best of him. “Well, then, we got nothin’.” Dean snarled. “Would you say that to Dad?” Sam asked, continue to hold on to hope that Dean was still in there somewhere. “Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!” Dean replied knowing that was the way Sam had always felt about their father. Sam shook his head and turned his back to Dean, moving back over to the table to load up another syringe with sanctified blood. “Oh, ooh is this you manning up?” Dean poked at his brother. “This is me yanking your lame ass out of the fire.” Sam spoke as he jammed the needle into Dean’s arm once again. “You’re welcome.” Dean immediately began gasping and groaning in pain as Sam turned away again throwing the syringe onto the table before his long stride carried him out of the room. You stared for a moment at Sam’s back and then looked back at Dean. “Sammy wait.” You called out as you turn and jog out of the room to catch up with the younger Winchester. You moved down the hallway in search of Sam and found him standing in Dean’s room. “Sam?” you asked softly.

Sam turned at the sound of your voice. His normally bright eyes were red and tear filled and it broke your heart. You quickly moved to him throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight. Sam’s good arm wrapped around you as he tucked his head to the curve of your neck and you could feel him sob softly. “It’s going to be okay Sammy.” You gently stroked your fingers through his hair. “We are going to get Dean back. It’s going to work.” You tried to soothe him. Sam let you hold him for a minute longer before he stood to his full height and wiped the remaining tears from his cheeks. “Yeah, it’s gotta work.” He nodded, saying it more to himself than to you. He smiled down at you and gently cupped your cheek in his large hand. “I should be the one taking care of you Y/n, not the other way around.” “We are taking care of each other Sammy.” You smiled and nuzzled against his palm. “Yeah but after everything you went through.” a deep frown formed on Sam’s face. “After what Dean did to you.” “Hey,” you cut him off. “That was not Dean. That was and is a monster pretending to be Dean.” You felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. “Dean could never do…he would have never…” You couldn’t finish. “I know.” Sam leaned down and placed a soft kiss against your forehead. “I called Cas. I am hoping he gets here soon. I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You nodded softly wiping your eyes before reaching your hand out and lacing your fingers with Sams’ “We can do this, together Sammy.” Sam gave you a soft smile and you walked out of the room hand in hand together. You both rounded the corner to head into the dungeon when you were stopped in your tracks. Dean’s chair was empty. He was gone. Your eyes went wide and instantly your heart began to race as the fear coursed through you. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” You cursed under your breath as you looked up at Sam. Sam’s eyes were just as wide as he looked down at you. “Go back to your room. Lock yourself in. Don’t unlock the door until I tell you.” Sam spoke quickly and softly. “Sammy, I..I..shit…” You began to panic. Your brain wasn’t fully comprehending Sam’s instructions as the fear coursed through you. “Y/n, go, now!” Sam shook your shoulder for emphasis. You nodded and turned back from the way you had come struggling to make your feet move faster down the hallway as you looked back over your shoulder to make sure Sam was still behind you. Sam made his way silently through the bunker. He tried to listen carefully for movement to pinpoint Dean’s location. He eased himself down the hall with his back against the wall. He heard doors opening and the sound of Dean’s boots but it was further away. Sam quickly slipped over to the desk drawer, opening it as quietly as he could and retrieved the set of master keys to the bunker. You were crouched down in the corner of your room. You had locked the door like Sam told you but it didn‘t make you feel any safer. Your gun was in your trembling hand and your eyes trained on the door. Your heart raced and you could hear it thudding in your ears. “Come on. Don’t you guys want to hang out? Spend a little quality time?” Dean’s voice echoed in the halls.

Sam made his way to the control room and as quietly as he could he unlocked the door. He ran across the room and quickly pulled the lever to lockdown the bunker. The lights went out just as the lever was pulled and now the bunker was illuminated in the red glow of the alarm lights. “Smart, Sam! Locking the place down. Doors won’t open. I get it. But here’s the thing: I don’t want to leave! Not ‘til I find Y/n and take care of you!” Dean called as he walked calmly down the hallway with a newfound hammer in hand. Dean stopped walking as he found himself outside of your bedroom. He stood looking at the door for only a moment before kicking it in with one muscled leg. You squealed and jumped as the door crashed open. You stood to your full height holding your gun out in front of you pointed at Dean’s chest. “There you are, brat.” Dean grinned. He canted his head to the side as he looked at the gun you were holding. “You really think that is going to do any good sweetheart?” He chuckled softly. “Pretty sure you’d need the demon blade for me.” Dean’s eyes flashed black as he quickly rushed you. You didn’t even have time to fire before he had knocked the gun from your hand and wrenched your arm behind your back making you cry out. “Come on brat. Let’s go find Sammy huh? Then we can get out of here.” You winced as Dean forced you out of the room. He stopped to listen and as he heard a clatter in the distance then he steered you down the hall towards the noise. “Sammy! You’re just making this worse for yourself, man!“ Dean called out to his brother, “Oh, by the way, you can, uh… blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human… Well. The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that Devil’s Trap? Well, I just walked right across it. It smarted, but still.” Dean forced you to continue walking as he continued to try to taunt Sam out of hiding. “I found Y/n Sammy, why don’t you come get her if you think you are man enough.” Sam’s eyes closed and he cursed under his breath at Dean’s words. “Shit.” he mumbled as he leaned back against the wall. “Dean just let her go. We can work this out man.” Sam yelled out to his brother. Dean stopped at the sound of Sam’s voice trying to discern what direction it came from. “I’m going to need you to scream for me now, brat.” Dean whispered low in your ear. “What?” Your brows furrowed. “Need to flush Sammy out. Scream.” Dean grinned down at you. “No.” Your words turned into a cry of pain as Dean wrenched your arm back harder behind your back. You were almost sure he had dislocated your shoulder. The tears streamed down your cheeks as the pain rushed through you. Dean’s head snapped up as he heard Sam roar in frustration at the sound of your scream. “Good girl.” Dean whispered against your ear before placing a kiss to your temple. Dean shoved you forward in the direction you both now knew Sam to be in. He kept a brutal grip on your arm as he shoved you along. You soon found yourself outside of the control room. The door was standing ajar and Dean smirked as he looked down at you. With his hold on you he quickly spun you around and shoved you back against the wall pressing his own body tight against yours. “I need you to be a good girl and wait right here for me.” Dean looked down at you, licking his full lips that merely inches from yours. “If you run off and I have to find you again you are not going to like what happens next.” he growled softly before crushing his lips against yours in a brutally hard kiss.

Dean let go of his grip on you and slipped inside the control room. Within seconds the lights in the bunker came back to life. “Yeah, that’s more like it.” Dean smiled to himself as he made his way back to the door only for it to slam in his face and lock from the outside. Sam was by your side again as he locked the door trapping Dean inside. Sam quickly took a moment to pull you in against his side in a gentle hug before looking back at the door. “That’s your big move?” Dean scoffed as he tried to doorknob. Sam yelled through the door at Dean. “Listen to me, Dean! We were getting close, okay? I know you’re still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments.” When there was no answer Sam took a step closer, pressing his ear against the door. “Dean?” Sam suddenly jumped back as a loud thud mixed with the splintering of wood resounded in the quite corridor. “You act like I want to be cured!” Dean yelled from the other side of the door as he continued to drive the hammer into the wood causing pieces to splinter and fly off. “Personally, I like the disease.” Dean grinned through the small hole that was now in the door. “Dean, stop that! Look, I don’t want to use this blade on you!” Sam yelled as he held the demon blade out in front of him. You had moved from the wall and stood half behind Sam now. “That sucks for you, doesn’t it? ‘Cause you really mean that!” Dean continued as more and more wood broke away from the door. “Look, if you come out of that room, I won’t have a choice!” Sam continued to argue with his brother. You stepped closer to Sam placing a trembling hand on his right arm as you both tried to stand your ground against the demon. “Sure you will! And I know which one you’ll make. Isn’t that right, Sammy? But see … Here’s the thing: I’m lucky.” The hole had gotten much bigger now as Dean continued to hammer away at it. “Oh, hell, I’m blessed! ‘Cause there’s just enough demon left in me that killing you? Ain’t no choice at all.” Dean’s cold eyes turned to you and you immediately let your hand fall away from Sam’s body. “Remember what I told you, brat.” Dean scowled. “You’re mine.” With those words Dean managed to bust through the door. Sam grabbed you quickly and spun you both around. You sprinted down the hallway with Sam at your side as you heard the rest of the wood shatter and then Dean’s heavy boot falls on the tile floor. “Sammy? Y/n?” Dean called out as you and Sam moved down yet another hallway and hid around a corner. Both of you breathing heavily. “Come on! Let’s have a beer, talk about it. I’m tired of playing. Let’s finish this game!” Sam glanced down at you before slowly and hesitantly peering out around the corner to look down the adjacent hallway. His attention was pulled back as he heard a yelp fall from your lips. He turned back around and ducked just in time as Dean’s hammer went flying at his head getting stuck in the wall. Dean had his free hand around your throat as held you against the wall. You were frozen in fear as Dean choked you even while staring at his brother. Your soft gasps for air and Sam’s heavy breathing the only sounds as Sam quickly had the demon blade against his brother’s throat. “Well … Look at you.” Dean smirked and tilted his chin pressing his throat tighter against the cold blade. “You want to save her? Do it. It’s all you.”

Your eyes were fluttering closed, the blackness drowning you as you struggled to breathe. You heard the sound of metal clattering to the floor and then Dean growling and roaring. His hand fell from your throat and your body crumpled to the floor. As you lay there you thought you could hear Castiel’s voice but it sounded faint and far away. “It’s over.” Castiel growled as his arms wrapped tight around Dean’s. “Dean, it’s over.” Dean continued to struggle against the angel but Cas held him tight. “It’s over.” Sam was kneeling by your side. His large warm hand gently stroking your pale cheek. “Y/n, sweetheart. Can you hear me?” Sam pushed the stray strands of hair away from your face as your eyes slowly opened. “There you are.” He held your cheek softly in his palm. You groaned and tried to sit up but your head pounded and the world seem to spin. “No, no. Don’t get up.” Sam cooed softly. “Cas will be back in a minute to heal you. Just wait.” Sam smiled softly down at you. Just as Sam had said Castiel was at your side a moment later. “Let me heal you Y/n.” His deep gravelly voice music to your ears as he placed his fingers on your forehead. “No Cas, wait. Your grace.” You choked out your voice hoarse and raspy. “Don’t waste it on me.” “I’m okay now Y/n. I can heal you.” Cas stated and before you could protest you felt the warmth of his healing powers move over your body. You closed your eyes and sighed. “Thank you Cas.” you smiled up at him as your body felt renewed. You hugged the angel tight as he helped you up to your feet. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The three of you stood in the dungeon looking at Dean’s limp body strapped down the chair once more. “What the hell are we doing to him, Cas? I mean, even after I gave him all that blood, he still said he didn’t want to be cured, that he didn’t want to be human, and this obsession with Y/n.” Sam glanced down at you as he said your name and looked back at Castiel. “Well… I see his point. You know, only humans can feel real joy, but … also such profound pain. This is easier.” Castiel looked from Dean then to you. “He has always had feelings for you but he never allowed himself to act on them. So, as a demon he allowed himself to have what he wanted most.” You bit your bottom lip as you took in Cas’s words. You had never known Dean felt anything for you. He had always treated you like his little sister and nothing more. You opened your mouth to speak but movement from Dean caught your attention. Dean raised his head, his eyes were solid pulls of black and you felt your heart sink but suddenly the black slowly faded to reveal tired moss green eyes. Dean groaned softly and let out a shakey breath. His eyes moving over the three of you. “You look worried, fellas.” he said with a raspy voice. Sam took a hesitant step forward and reached out his good arm splashing Dean across the face with holy water. Dean flinched and blinked but nothing happened. No pain, no sizzle, no smoke. You and Sam both released a breath that you had been holding and Sam smiled brightly. “Welcome back, Dean.” Dean nodded softly but then his eyes met yours and his heart broke as me memories came flooding back to him. “Y/n.” He whispered softly. You couldn’t look at the pain in his eyes. You didn’t know how either of you were going to get past what had happened. Tears flooded your eyes and you stared at the man in front of you, your Dean. Your lips parted but you couldn’t find any words. You choked back a sob and quickly turned, running from the room. You found yourself a little while later sitting in the library with Castiel at your side. Cas was flipping through the “Practiners Guide to Exorcism” book as Sam walked into the room. “Hey.” Sam greeted you both as you looked up at him. “How’s he doing?” Cas asked as he sat the book back down on the table. “He’s uh … He’s still a little out of it, but better, I think. I mean, I think this whole thing, the blood cure, and the … “ Sam stole a glance at you. “all of it…really wrecked him, you know?” “Yeah.” Cas replied and gave you a soft sad smile. You couldn’t take the look of pity on both of your friends’ faces so you stared down at your hands. “On the plus side, he’s hungry again, so I’m just going to go pick him up a big ol’ bag of crap food and stuff it in his face myself. You mind keeping an eye?” Sam looked at Cas with a questioning look. “Yeah.” Cas nodded as Sam turned to walk away. “Sam?” Cas called after him. “Yeah?” Sam turned back to look at the angel. “You realize one problem is solved, but one still remains. Dean is no longer a demon, that’s true. But the Mark of Cain… that, he still has. And sooner or later, that’s going to be an issue.” Sam sighed. “You know what, Cas? I’m beat, man. One battle at a time, you know? So I’m just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol. And then, I’m gonna get drunk.” he nodded before turning and sprinting up the steps to the bunker door. Castiel turned his attention to you after Sam had left the room. “Are you alright Y/n?” “I honestly don’t know.” You smiled a tight lipped smile. “I’m not sure how to deal with all this.” “You know that was not Dean who hurt you?” Cas looked at you with concerned eyes. “I know that Cas but…” you closed your eyes, feeling a headache beginning to start you pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Can’t you just wipe my memories or something? Make it all just go away?” Castiel smiled and chortled. “I wish it was that simple Y/n. You need to talk to Dean.” “I don’t know if I can Cas.” “I’m going to go check on him.” Cas nodded to you as he rose from his seat and turned to leave the room. Castiel knocked softly on Dean’s bedroom door. “Yeah.” Dean called out as he sat on his bed thumbing through pictures. Picture of you and Sam, and the three of you together. He wiped a tear away from his eye as the door swung open. “You look terrible.” Cas deadpanned as he walked into the room. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to lie every now and again.” Dean looked at Cas as he laid the pictures on his nightstand. “No, it wouldn’t kill me. I just … You …” Castiel looked at Dean with a confused expression on his face. “Forget it. Well, you, on the other hand, you…” Dean gestured to Cas’s appearance as he rose from the bed. “Looking good. So… Are you back?” Cas smiled and nodded. “At least temporarily. It’s a long story. Crowley, stolen grace. There’s a female outside in the car.” Dean raised his eyebrows and Cas just shook his head. “Another time.” “Well, thank you for, um… Stepping in when you did.” Dean looked down at the floor then, suddenly thinking about what could have happened if Cas hadn’t shown up when he did. Cas nodded his reply. “What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?” Dean looked up at Cas, the worry evident in his green eyes. “And Y/n? Is she?” “I’m sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, it wasn’t really you. It certainly wasn’t all you.” Cas paused. “Y/n, she is really struggling Dean. I don’t know how to help her with this.” “I tired to kill him, Cas.” Dean felt the tears well up in his eyes. “But that��s nothing compared to what I did to her. How can she ever forgive me for that? How am I supposed to forgive myself?” “Dean. You and Sam and Y/n have been through so much. Look, you and Sam are brothers. It’d take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away.” “You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?” Dean chuckled a little to himself. Cas laughed softly then placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You and Y/n need to talk. You both love each other, that is obvious. You will find a way to work through this.” “I’m glad you’re here, man.” Dean smiled softly and clapped Cas on the shoulder. Cas nodded and turned towards the door, turning back to Dean just before heading out. “Hey, maybe you should um … take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal. It’s, uh … I don’t know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell, they seem reasonably back in order. It’s quiet out there.”

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Forgive, don’t forget

Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Request: “Could you do a bucky x black reader where she tries to get him up to date on the modern world and has to explain that the way poc’s are treated, especially blacks hasn’t changed?”

Summary: Bucky is a grumpy old man, but for good reason!!

Warnings: Racism, like one curse word, a hint of fluff ;D

Tag List: @chrisemi @mirajanestrauss1999

Authors note : I’m so sorry this took so long work has been trying to drain my soul , the devil trynna test me y’all lmao anyway I hope you like this!!! I’m sorry if its not what you wanted I tried my best :> Any who, Requests are open! -Admin A

Another cold day had come and gone, by the time I walked in my door the sun had long fallen, I had stepped inside my apartment expecting the traditional bear hug from my boyfriend I always got when I came home, but instead I was greeted with silence, after receiving no answer I began to tip toe in the rest of the way, alert, preparing myself for a robber or something awful, only to see the back of Buck’s head, his attention was entirely on on the television, that in and of itself was concerning, after all Bucky was from the 1940’s, him and modern technology just didn’t always end up well.If the silent greeting wasn’t clue enough the moment I saw him I could tell something was off, so I slowly walked over, tossing my bag on the nearby counter not really caring where it landed. “Hey baby?”

I spoke slowly coming up to his stone like form. I placed a tentative hand on his shoulder, pulling him from the screen. He finally turned away from what I now saw was the news, looking up at me from his seat on our couch, and if I wasn’t sure before I was now, something was definitely wrong. I shuffled around his body until I was sat next to him, out of instinct I reached for his hand, to my relief he returned the gesture, though he remained silent. I stared at the man before me, my brows creased in concern.

If you’re with someone long enough you get to know them better than yourself, and for me? Reading Bucky was as easy as breathing for me.

What gave him away most of the time was his eyes.

See, Bucky had these eyes, and yeah, they were beautiful, but what was really incredible about them was the stories they told, if he let you close enough, you could almost seethe stories, the pain, for a master assassin he was pretty bad about hiding the way he felt, but then again I always figured it was his own way of rebelling against what had been drilled into his head, he was always told to be a stone, an unmovable rock, but now that he had the freedom to be who he wanted, he was an open book.

To my dismay, at the moment he had that cold, unflinching anger resting in those baby blues. My worry increased ten fold, I’d only seen that look when he fell back down a few pegs, having lived the life he’s lived, there were always going to be slip ups, always moments where Bucky would slip away and the soldier would come back, moments where the life would fade from his eyes and things he thought too dark to show me would replace it, memories soaked deep with blood and pain, and even though these moments happened less and less as time went on, it didn’t make them any less horrifying to witness.

A breath I didn’t know I was holding released once he gave my hand two gentle squeezes, a signal this wasn’t an episode and he was still in control, my body instantly relaxed, I folded myself into his side, basking in the warmth that was Bucky, as I waited for him to open up.

Although he seemed relatively okay, he still hadn’t spoken, but I knew better than to rush him into it, so I took the chance to turn towards what had seemed to have gotten so far under his skin, Four figures, A black woman, a hispanic man and two white men sat at a long table discussing the very heavy, very unfortunate, topic of racism in America and how it mirrored the country’s dark past far too much for comfort.

I’d joined in mid debate but I could grasp the gist of that was happening, I’d grown accustomed to the uncomfortable, hot anger that came to me when i watched this kind of stuff, but to my surprise every person on the panel passionately disagreed with the nations handling of its ever growing racism and its inability to deal with it, all but one man.

”Now I’ll be clear here, as a God fearing American it is my right to say how i’m feeling and how i’m feeling is, you people are all too sensitive.” He went on, to the rest of the panels horror, to say how equality was the end of the world and to add the cherry on top of this shit show he ended up referring to the rest of his panel as, and i quote, “Colored loving pansy’s.”

yeah, he was the human embodiment of the feeling you get right before you throw up.

and the actual throw up.

I could only stomach a few minutes of hate speech spewing from his mouth, with a roll of my eyes I snatched the remote from my boyfriend’s hands and turned the channel, much to his dismay.

Yeah that’s enough bullshit for today.

“I was watching that.”

He finally spoke, his tone matched irritated expression.

“Yeah well I can tell you how it was gonna end."

I yawned leaning into the soft cushion, the weight of a hard days work finally seeped into my bones.

“Either he’d continue on with his little hate speech, or he’d get dragged to hell by the remaining three hair follicles hanging on his scalp for dear life.”

He shook his head sitting back into the faux leather cushions, a smirk just barly graced his handsome features.

The hand holding mine began to rub small circles into the back of my skin.

"You’d think I never left the 40’s with this shit happening as much as it is.” He scoffed still staring at the now black screen. I nodded into his shoulder, I knew how angry he could get with all the injustices in the world, after all he did fight in a war against people like this, so I could understand the irritation once seeing that the mindset hadn’t disappeared.

“So that’s what has you so upset?”

He shot me a half smile, his shoulders un-tensing as he brought our laced fingers to his lips. “Is it that obvious?” “Well I didn’t get my hug at the door so one could only assume.” He offered me an apologetic smile, before speaking up again. “I’ve been catching up, like you told me to and,” he sighed, the irritation flaring in his expression again.“-I’m angry.” I tossed my legs over his lap, his free hand subconsciously began to work it’s way over my outstretched limbs, a habit he had when his mind was running a mile a minute. “It’s pretty crap huh?” I leaned on my hand, watching his facial expressions closely. He gestured to the blank screen with a nudge of his head, a humorless laugh leaving his tight set lips. “This shit hasn’t stopped happening, I don’t know how it’s continued to go on but I-” the hand rubbing at my legs stopped as he spoke, his prosthetic fingers twitching as his anger rose. “I know what it’s like to live in a world that doesn’t want you, doesn’t appreciate you, but I’ll never know it like you do.” He looked hopeless, and I knew that feeling all too well, watch enough of that kinda crap and the world always look darker. I listened to him rant, a sympathetic smile on my face. “I’m angry because the world hasn’t changed at all, I’m angry because people like that can walk around freely but innocent, good hearted people get denied the chance of a decent life just because of what they look like-” he huffed cutting himself off. “I’m angry because it feels like all that fighting and death was for nothing, and like there isn’t a thing I can do to help.” I sighed removing my legs from his lap and folding them underneath me, grabbing both his hands I made him meet my eye. “I know how you feel baby- trust and believe I know, and I won’t lie to you it’s not easy, it is frustrating that the world hasn’t changed all that much but it is better than before, and it will keep getting better, because of people like you, people who acknowledge the problem, and want to do something about it.” My thumb traced patterns into the flesh of his cheek as i spoke.

“And because we’ve always made it though we may not all look alike or share the same blood but people who struggle and fall together get back up together just as easy."

He was silent a moment, and I could see the walls of anger he no doubt had been brooding in begin to crack.

"Aren’t you angry?”

“Of course I’m angry, I’m absolutely livid, but I’ve turned that anger into a source of power. People who look like me have always been at the short end of the stick, and let me tell you, acting through strength rather than anger is a hell'uva lot more helpful than letting that rage get the best of us.” He sat there, drinking in my words, so I continued.

“They don’t get our rage, they don’t get our pain, what they get is a calm grace, because in the end, people with hate in their hearts end up alone and angry, and they deserve nothing more than that.”

With a slow nod of his head I could visibly see the stress chipping off his shoulders the more time ticked on. I swooped up to steal a kiss from his unsuspecting lips.

"I meant what i said too, it really helps to have people like you in the world, not everyone is an evil bastard I promise, The world can be good, don’t lose faith too soon. “

He sighed staring down at me, arms wrapping their way around my waist, the butterfly’s he gave me went bonkers as his hands settled gently on my hips, his grip tight but not uncomfortable.

"I know it can be good, it gave me you after all.”

I made a face pushing myself away from the taller man.

"Ew, Buck that was corny!“ I whined, he pulled me back into his embrace,a soft laugh accompanying his action, and as gently as one could, he smashed my face back into his warm chest. I squirmed against his hold until he let me up, the smile was back in his eyes, just where it belonged. I smacked his arm for the dirty move before I leaned forward on my own, finally getting my end of the day hug. He tucked a stray curl away from my face, leaning down to press a warm, slow kiss into my lips.

"Sorry for that- I didn’t mean to get so worked up."

I laughed at his words, pecking his cheek before responding.

"Never apologize for being woke my man."

His goofy smile morphed into absolute confusion.

"What does me being awake have to do with any of this?”

I rolled my eyes at the both literal and figurative old man, rising from his lap with a laugh. “I’m serious!” He yelled at my retreating figure.

(Bonus)

Later that night, the universe blessed me with a moment I’ll treasure as long as I lived, and Buck would cringe at whenever I brought it up, as I woke from bed at a way too early time, I shuffled like a zombie to the fridge for some much needed water, I was surprised to see the soldier standing silently in our kitchen, the only reason I knew it was him was the bright blow light from his phone screen painting his face, I prepared my dry throat to call out to the man, who by the way had no type of business just chilling in our kitchen at 4 AM like that, and question him only to be interrupted by his harsh whisper.

“Siri, what does being woke mean?”

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