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givehimthemedicine · 1 year

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Big(ish) Analysis 4 (it's shorter than the rest I promise)

I have a huge question about gravity, mirrors, and El having seen the Upside Down prior to 1x1

you know how we have some fun in S4 playing with reversed gravity when the gang climbs through Chrissy's gate? I was like "haha, how would they have reconciled the gravity situation if the gang came out through one of the other gates in a wall?" and then I realized - none of the s4 gates were in walls.

Chrissy: ceiling. Fred: ground. Patrick: ground. Max: floor.

if Max had died in either of the places Vecna tried unsuccessfully to kill her, she still would've made another ceiling or floor gate.

Vecna only makes vertical gates. while all the gates we've ever seen previously - El's and the laser ones - were made in walls and therefore horizontal.

is that important? I think it's potentially world-endingly important.

there's sooo much mirror imagery associated with Henry, and it's no coincidence that gates act like mirrors.

imagine a mirror hanging on a wall, if you could step into it - you could walk in there just fine, the room would look backwards, but gravity would remain the same.

hang a mirror on the ceiling, though, and the room flips upside down, reversing gravity. ditto a mirror on the floor. exactly how Chrissy's gate and water gate work. I'll come back to this.

we're shown without a doubt that season 4's Upside Down is literally upside down.

but was The Upside Down upside down in 1-3?

we were given a couple of camera-rotating-upside-down shots, like when Hopper and Joyce start walking around in the UD. but there's much stronger evidence the 1-3 UD was not upside down:

when the gang climbs through the Chrissy gate in 4x7, the gravity reverse takes effect before they've even passed all the way through. Once Robin's center mass hits the midway point, she just falls the rest of the way.

compare to 1x4 and 2x2 when they show us lab guys stepping into the (horizontal) mother gate. if it was upside down in there, we should see both start to fall up before the membrane seals around them. one guy is even attached to a wire that should fly up to the top of the hole as soon as he gravity-flips in there. it never does:

we also saw El and Nancy go through demogorgon portals with no gravity reversal, and Will looking through the portal in his living room wall was rightside up.

unless someone can point out evidence that those rotating shots are more than symbolic due to the name, I'm pretty ready to say 1-3 UD was not depicted as literally gravity-reversed.

and if that's true, it leaves me with a humongous question:

if the Upside Down wasn't upside down until 1986, why did El describe it as upside down in 1983?

El wasn't the one who named The Upside Down, as I hear so often in fanon. all El said was "upside down." she wasn't saying it as a name. Mike ran with it as a name.

listen to the context of the boys' conversation before she says it. she's not interjecting "fellows, allow me to inform you that the place you're discussing is called The Upside Down™."

she just says "upside down" while they're listing adjectives Will had said (cold, dark, empty). her vocabulary is very limited and very literal. she's adding to the description of the place, not naming it.

if she knows what it looks like, it means she's seen it.

the only parade-raining-on answer I can think of is if El's remote viewing somehow shows her that stuff in the UD is flipped. but there was no gravity issue shown when she visited Will and Barb in the UD in the void, so I kinda feel like not? and she can't be referring to the '79 gate because she didn't see through it, and doesn't remember that anyway.

either by piggybacking, time fuckery wherein young El saw the future or past, or by the existence of another gate we don't know about... something... this kid has clearly seen more than we know.

maybe the gravity reverse is key to taking over other worlds

Vecna's 4 gates join, making one humongous X shaped gate into this gravity-reversed world. X gate will undoubtedly want to keep spreading like the mother gate did. what happens to two opposite-gravity worlds when the gate connecting them spreads so big that there's not enough separating them? at some point it will all just *CRUNCH*.

sounds like a great way for one dimension to take over another, no? to absorb it, like Henry absorbing his victims?

Brenner explains it pretty plainly (btw how does he already know this?🤨)

you know all those floating rocks in the yellow UD wasteland? gravity's screwy in there, apparently. it reminds me of the debris of one shattered planet orbiting another after a collision.

is the yellow UD a serial dimension-eater, and those rocks are the remains of whatever other other world it most recently absorbed?

what if that mirrored double-horizon red hellscape was something to do with those two worlds in the process of colliding? and then the yellow-floating-rocks wasteland is the result? we aren't given much idea of how much time passed in between.

utterly spitballing here, absolutely not a hill I'm dying on, but:

what if the wasteland/hellscape UD and UD Hawkins are in fact not the same place remodeled, but two (or three?) worlds or dimensions or whatever that both exist concurrently with RU Hawkins (in addition to however many more, theoretically).

if these are all separate places, theoretically that means you could open gates between any or all combinations of them.

what if you could have a gate open between UD and RU Hawkins (mother gate), AND a gate open between yellow UD and RU Hawkins (Rainbow gate), AND a gate open between yellow UD and UD Hawkins (theoretical gate through which the Mind Flayer got from yellow UD to UD Hawkins. I think it could do that; we saw it reach through the gate to try to get El)

and if all three such gates were open at the same time... could dimension 1 sort of reach through dimension 2 and grab dimension 3 and try to pull it through like a crochet hook?

more about gates and gravity

the 4 UD map must have to wrap around like an Escher drawing to connect gates sandwiching the RU into one single "map" - and I know this is fiction and to a certain degree we just have to play along.

but s4 clearly demonstrated that watergate and Chrissygate connected to the same "map," and so, presumably, did the others. if all these gates lead to the same place, does it make sense to have some gravity flip and others not?

here's all known gates, separated by "batches" to posit that once an initial gate is opened, all the other ones that open at the same time seem to obey the gravity established by it.

Rainbow (Sep 8, '79): horizontal (to be fair, I don't know wtf to call the gravity situation in there.) - Mother (Nov 6, '83 - Nov 5, '84): horizontal. demonstrably rightside up. Classroom (Nov 12, '83): horizontal. probably rightside up. Russia (June 28, '84): horizontal. probably rightside up. - Starcourt (June 28-July 4, '85): horizontal. probably rightside up. - Chrissy (Mar 21, '86): vertical. demonstrably upside down. Fred (whatever. you get it): vertical. probably upside down. Patrick: vertical. demonstrably upside down. Max: vertical. probably upside down.

we haven't been shown normal-gravity and reversed-gravity gates open at the same time.

is this evidence that gravity stays consistent with whichever way the initial gate establishes it? or, evidence of 1-3 UD Hawkins not being the same one as 4 at all? I know some of you think this already and I'd love to hear more evidence on that.

a final crackpot idea to wrap this up - help me on with my straitjacket -

pondering the idea of piggybacking, or time/memory fuckery enabling El to have seen an upside down Upside Down somehow before 1x1.

when have we seen an event in the past that, every other time it happened, created a vertical gate?

and we know gates leave scars. and I know this ceiling is all cracked by '86 just for disrepair reasons but.. (this shot conveniently doesn't show us the exact spot where Virginia died, or "died", but you see my idea)

and you know how gravity is also screwy in the mind lair version of the Creel house, looking like it's in the process of exploding? almost like a mind-gate is spreading and destroying it outwards. I wonder what the origin point could be?

anyway the part of this post I'm really interested in is the El part, so please talk to me about that. the end!

#I'm forever shaking El by the shoulders screaming WHAT DO YOU KNOW #and I know there's some doubt about Virginia having actually died but. you see where I'm going #creel house #they went to the trouble of putting a camera in the microfilm reader cabinet just to give us one upside down mirror shot #while Nancy and Robin are reading about the Creel murders. hmmmmm #analysis #mine #givehimthemedicine analysis #big analysis #how the upside down works #the dimension-eating part is the one I'm least interested in tbh so I'm really half assing this to keep the post shorter

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remyfire · 9 months

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🎲 Margaret/Trapper

(You get a gentle peck!! Ahh, this is my first foray into writing early-seasons Margaret, I think, and that was quite a minefield to be wading into, but I hope she reads okay. Thank you so much for the meme!!)

If Margaret has learned anything over the past year, it's that war will force you to become reliant on people that you never would've given the time of day in your usual life. There are moments where Frank makes that swim into dizzying clarity—she can say with one-hundred-and-ten percent confidence that if a married man kept her waiting in the wings for so long back in the States, she'd bid him a frustrated goodbye and turn her attention to the other dozen fellows trying to catch her eye. But given that the other men in this unit are below her rank, are unforgivable womanizers with the backbone of an earthworm, or have an intense disdain for the very country that sustains them, who else would she find any kind of succor with?

Sure, she'd leave Frank in her dust back home, but she'd just as happily slap Pierce across the face or break McIntyre's toes with her heel. There's very little that's redeemable about them.

Yet the closeness of proximity also forces remarkable emotions to rise in her that she would never otherwise entertain.

She has plenty of time to muse on this after the most recent shelling around the 4077th. They're fortunate in so many ways that even with the damage done in post-op from flying debris—shattered bulbs, a hole in the wall, and one bedframe broken when it was enthusiastically thrown down to provide some measure of cover—they're still able to reorient the patients on their mattresses and make sure that none of their stitches were torn out.

It's only when the door opens and Pierce is stumbling in with an almost limp McIntyre, arm thrown over his shoulder, that Margaret feels her heart skip a beat. It loses a subsequent one when she sees the blood dripping down McIntyre's cheek.

"What happened?" She flies straight into crisis mode, marching over to a nearby empty bed and making sure the mattress is properly placed and secure.

"Falling beam," Pierce spits in that authoritative way he has when he's one hundred percent focused on his duties. She hears it so rarely, even in the operating room. Experiencing it now makes her vision sharpen on the dripping wound as Pierce settles McIntyre to sit up against the wall. "He threw himself to cover Radar."

"My God," Margaret murmurs as a powerful, surging emotion floods her. She's so unfamiliar with experiencing it to this magnitude that it takes her a moment to identify it as monumental concern.

McIntyre grins up at them both. "Kid gets his brain broken, we lose the whole fuckin' war." His words slur slightly. As he turns his focus on Pierce more intentionally, his eyebrows spring up. "Hey, gorgeous."

"Concussed," Margaret diagnoses.

"Yeah, or something." Pierce shoots McIntyre a look she doesn't recognize before he gets to work. It doesn't take long, only a few moments of sponging and disinfecting and care, for Pierce to determine that he won't need stitches, but he'll have a nasty bruise and needs to keep the wound covered.

By the time they have McIntyre settled, there's more that they both need to care to—Pierce to check on others who took glancing blows or cuts, Margaret who has an entire post-op to keep an eye on—and they're able to leave him there.

But she'd be lying if she said she didn't keep glancing over her shoulder as the hours passed.

Men like McIntyre aren't worth her time, her energy, her attention. Yet he has it in spades. She can't help it. There's something about him that draws in all her nurses like moths to a flame, and...and she's noticed. She knows he's noticed. She knows because she's...told him too much. More than she ever planned to.

He summons extremes within her. She'll walk past two of her nurses comforting a third who is crying and know that he's used up yet another woman like a razor blade that's gone dull. But she'll also see how tenderly he'll wrap an arm around Lieutenant Bayliss and touch a handkerchief to her cheek in a way that Frank has never done for her. Part of that is perhaps that Margaret won't permit the vulnerability of weeping, but...but she can't deny the near ache that floods her, to see a man take a woman so gently in his arms and make the darkness go away for even just a little while.

It'll often make her wonder what it must be like to be Mrs. McIntyre when there's not a war on. Is he just another man who swears he has permission to mess around with whoever he needs to so he can get home? Is he as devoted to his wife as he is in these compassionate moments with his favorite nurses of choice?

What is it like to have a man be so...gentle?

When she catches herself lingering on these thoughts in the third hour, Margaret actually scoffs at herself aloud. These are useless time-wasting contemplations that have nothing to do with the act of medicine.

What does have to do with nursing and her solemn, patriotic duty is swinging back to check on his injury and if he has a bit more awareness.

As Margaret drops into the chair by McIntyre's bedside, he looks up at her and beams. "Hey, you're back quick."

"What?" She blinks.

"You were just here, right? With Hawk. Where's Hawk, anyway?"

Margaret breathes a sharp sigh through her nose. She buries her concern in the facts. These brief periods of memory loss are often standard, of course, and not a sign that there's something dangerously wrong. "I haven't spoken to you for several hours, McIntyre," she informs him as she continues checking his vitals for her own peace of mind.

His eyes twinkle up at her. "Musta been just running through my head, then."

I will not be susceptible to your charms, she repeats internally as a mantra.

But when she moves to check his pupils, his voice goes incredibly soft. "Y'know you look kinda like an angel with that lamp up there?"

I. Will Not. Be Susceptible. "What on earth do you mean?"

"With the light on. Makes you look like you've got a halo. S'nice. When you're being all sweet like this, it really suits you, y'know? Makes you look even prettier than normal, and that's fuckin' hard to beat."

God. She despises him. He plays women like a fiddle, even when his faculties are so powerfully affected by an injury. "What do you want, McIntyre?"

"Nothin', honest. Just enjoying the view."

She sees how it's so easy for her nurses to play into his hands. She wouldn't be surprised if he's been spinning these exact lines to every single one of them who might've swung by his bedside to make sure he'll survive the night, be on his feet soon so he won't miss their perverted dates to the supply shed.

But she feels her pulse flutter all the same. And if her fingers linger when she nudges his curls back to check his swelling, she doesn't feel a need to comment on it. "I hear those lines every day. From you, even. Perhaps you've already forgotten them all, but you'll remember soon enough."

"Louise'd like you, y'know."

All at once, it's as though Margaret was dropped naked into a frigid lake. She rolls her eyes, covers the lingering sting by checking his bandage to see if it needs changing. "You married men. You're all the same. Obsessed with keeping your wife close and your mistress closer. What kind of fantasy world do you live in that you think a woman—a real woman, with a brilliant mind and a passionate heart—would settle for living in one of your...your little apartments on the far side of town where you can invite her around for garden parties and barbecues and take advantage of her in the facilities while your wife is feeding your daughters?"

But all at once, her rushing train of thought comes to a sudden stop as McIntyre brushes the back of his fingers down her cheek, a more tender action than she's received in quite some time. Margaret turns her head to look into his eyes, suspicious, but the dopey smile on his face catches her before his words do. "No, I mean, she'd like you. Like I like you."

It turns out that at the bottom of the icy lake is somehow a blasting, deep volcano, one that bursts all at once. She stops breathing. Moment by moment, she processes his words. Understands what he's implying. Has absolutely no idea how to respond without...

When Margaret glances askance, those fingers could belong to anybody. McIntyre. Her Lorraine who isn't hers anymore.

As her cheeks blister, she clears her throat. "I see that concussion's far worse than we thought," she eventually murmurs. When she leans down to finally lift the bandage away and check his wound, there's tiny touches on the back of her neck, and just the littlest bit of pressure.

Turns out that's all he needs to come up an inch and kiss her.

It's there and gone, and then he's collapsing back down with a huffed breath like it took all his effort to pull that off, but as Margaret flies to her feet, he's grinning even wider. "Promise me if we make it out of here alive, you'll look us up, okay?" he's asking.

"I cannot believe you!" Margaret blurts. She touches her mouth, brings her fingers away, somehow finds herself staring at them as though there'll be evidence of his actions right there on her skin. "Wh-What is the matter with you?"

If it's possible, McIntyre's gaze goes softer, those pretty hazel eyes that haunt her when she's alone in her tent and nursing irritation at Frank for finding yet another reason to make her feel small. "Sorry," he whispers. "You're even prettier when you're fired up like this. Can't help it."

"Major?" It's Lieutenant Kellye behind her, her voice soft and searching. "I could change his bandage, if you want to go check on bed four?"

It's a gentle out, the kind that her nurses so rarely give her. She can't imagine what the entire post-op tent can read on her face, in her voice, for one of her own subordinates to have enough compassion for the hated ice queen to offer her an escape.

"I'll check on him right away," Margaret eventually replies. She throws her shoulders back and starts walking as commandingly as she can.

And if her lips are still tingling, well, that's something she'll deal with later—or bury at the bottom of that lake when she shoves down a boulder, something that can plug up the volcano before it can irreparably harm her.

#margaret houlihan #trapper john mcintyre #houlintyre #my writing #ask meme answers #m*a*s*h

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kitnita · 1 year

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anon popping in to comment on that lamenting post about the Dallas market & the development & the Stars basically flying under the radar because like... Seggy was sent here to 'fizzle out' because the Bruins 'couldn't handle him'. He thrived instead. Benn walked into this Captaincy as what some might consider a 'relic' of enforcer-type play with how brutal he is. Delly's up&down path hindering his development would've gotten him traded anywhere else. Despite ownership comments from seasons ago1/

2/ the Stars have been given room to thrive in ways that suit them best. Benn can be a quiet mentor or the heavy hitter, Seguin can bounce off the walls & feel secure & see how they treated Jamie post-surgeries, see how they gave Jamie & him the chances to recover, they sent Delly down & /gave/ him the chance to develop & let him earn his spot right back. There feels like such a level of patience among the team that any sort of pressure or expectations don't seem to touch their dynamics 2/

3/ and that they can fly under the radar & see their own organization have faith in them. There's clearly a reason guys want to have one-franchise careers there, and retired alums want to work in the front office & with the team. It's low-risk if something goes wrong or someone gets hurt, because there's a trust in the organization to have their backs. 3/3

first of all i love that we are all collectively feeling the stars narratives these past 24hrs. what one loss after experiencing a pretty good stretch does to you, etc etc etc. anyway, i am aggressively co-signing all of this!!! i didn't mention it in my tags on that post because they were already getting uhhhhh excessive but i DO think there's something to be said about a team whose new core is a bunch of young guys who are great despite rarely leading conversations the way they should & whose old core is a bunch of guys who want to stay and win here, even if & when winning feels out reach, because this is the place that took a chance on you and will always have your back. jbenn being a late round pick & captain for as long as he has def ties into the vibes of the top line being What They Are despite none of them being a first round pick, or a guy who was maybe expected to be as amazing as they are.

any time guys who've played in dallas talk about how much they loved playing there & how good the locker room culture was i feel Emotional. like we all joke (and i'm sure some other fans feel the same about their team but whatever, we mean it more than them askdfglj) this team feels like a family!!! it's like they all know that despite the chatter from the owner or the national media, the org has their back. the coaches have their back, the other guys in the room have their back. & they want to pay back that security by building something great.

#replies #dallas stars #'this team is a family & the family is fueled by chips on their shoulder'#the tried & true stars narrative

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mrsnazariowrites · 1 year

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Horizon

The Edge of the World: Chapter 20

Perfect Match AU - Damien x MC

Rating: M, Word Count: ~ 1706

Supporting lyrics are from the song Supernova by Within Temptation

Summary: With every end, there are new beginnings

Warning: Character death

For more content/to catch up, see my Masterlist! And if you’d like to be tagged in anything, let me know

As long as I dream, it ain't over, over

I'll break the chains of gravity…

"Dexter! Oh my god!" Maya dropped to her knees beside him.

"Maya-" Dexter started, but was cut off.

"No, save your energy," She said. "You'll be fine. This happened to Hayden and we fixed him."

She eyed the fizzling power core, her hands frozen in place where they still hovered over it. She had been about to put pressure on it, only to remember that it wasn't necessary in this case. There was no bleeding to stop.

"What do I do? There's no- I don't know what to do!" Her mind seemed to have screeched to a halt . Why was she panicking? This wasn't the first time she'd seen a Match get tased.

'Shutdown Imminent.' That was why.

The blue holographic letters pulsated eerily, a dreadful reminder that this wasn’t going to be as simple as a system repair…no matter how much a small part of her insisted otherwise. They'd made it this far hadn't they? Surely there was something they could–

Suddenly, the crack of gunshots echoed in the distance. Everyone jumped at the sound

Another panicked shout and Damien rushed toward the other side of the cargo container, listening intently. He could make out heavy footsteps going in different directions, followed by the sounds of fighting growing louder by the second. Over the din, he could faintly make out Cecile yelling furiously.

He grimaced. Things were taking a turn, fast, and it was hard to tell whether it was in their favor.

Damien returned to Dexter and gingerly reached for some of the frayed wires, flinching with every burst of static. As he eyed the holographic display on Dexter's core, he felt a familiar sinking feeling that he didn't want to relive.

And judging from Dexter's resigned expression, they were both thinking the same thing.

Then he felt Maya nudge his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "Damien. We need Sloane."

"Maya-"

"She can fix him! She fixed Hayden in Berlin when we were literally under attack! She might be able to-"

"Yeah, but there were only a handful of guards, Maya. We escaped because of all the chaos. And even then only because Hayden happened to know how to fly a helicopter."

He spoke gently, but the urgency in his voice was evident. "There's a whole battalion here."

"But…"

"He’s right," Dexter said softly. "This is Eros territory. Getting out of here is the highest priority right now."

Deep down, Maya knew they were right.

"I . . ." She bit her lip, feeling at a loss. If this had happened yesterday, given the way he and Harley had treated her, she would've had no trouble with this decision. But Dexter was no longer that person. He'd risked everything to save her and had paid a heavy price for it. He deserved so much more,and knowing that she would never be able to make it up to him?

That hurt far worse than seeing the state he was in.

I'm waiting for your last goodbye

'Cause I'm not over it, not over it

I'm waiting for your last goodbye

The kiss of time…

"This isn't right. We can't just leave you like this!" Tears welled in her eyes and she hastily swiped at them. "Not after everything you did."

"I don't regret any of it," Dexter said firmly. "I-" His breath caught and he winced, noticing for the first time the uncomfortable position he was in. He shifted in place with support from Damien until he was sitting up against the wall of the cargo container.

Once he was settled, Dexter opened his mouth to finish what he'd said, but stilled as his gaze shifted to the area behind them. Damien and Maya turned to where he was looking to find Hayden and Dames standing there, taking in the scene before them in a stunned silence.

Dames was the first to approach, Hayden lagging slightly behind as he looked over the damage Dexter had taken. His face was grey, mouth set in a thin line as he tried to control his rising anger.

Ever since witnessing Maya get dragged into that van at the Louvre, Hayden had wanted to put his enhanced strength to the test–especially on Dexter and Harley -- for the way they'd hurt her. He'd known there was a possibility that what they'd done was worse than the brief footage Cecile had shown them.

But now …, Hayden couldn't bring himself to act on his anger. Not with everything he'd learned. Even if the Matches had carried out these awful acts, they were being manipulated byt Rowan and Cecile who programmed them to obey the commands that made them act so despicable.

This was the price they paid. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

Hayden was silent for several moments before he knelt down beside Dexter, finally speaking for the first time,"How bad is it?"

Dexter spared him a resigned glance. "My power core is fried. When I shut down, there's nothing salvageable - not even the data they'd get of all of you."

When. Hayden sighed and closed his eyes.

Maya took Dexter's hand in hers. "Dexter, there has to be something we can do. We can't let them win after everything-!"

He shook his head. "A win for them would be to have you under their thumb so they can manipulate you to their own ends." He smiled wryly. "But they can’t if you escape. And certainly not if I'm in the picture-"

Damien's eyes widened. "Dexter, that's not-"

"Yes it is," he insisted. "Look, from the beginning, I was only ever meant to be a spy. You already know what Eros was planning to do with you two"

He curled his hand into a fist. "Using me and my footage to do it."

Damien flinched at the memory and nodded, his hand instinctively finding Maya's.

"If there's the slightest chance that they catch you while I'm still alive, they'll use that data. Then I'd be disposed of or recycled." For the first time today, Maya saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. "I don't want to go out like that."

Damien felt his eyes mist over and he looked away briefly, focusing more on taking deep breaths and less on the memories this was bringing back. He'd heard words like that all too many times.ears ago, while on the force. No one deserved this nor to be left behind after . . . But they had no choice now.

"I'm so sorry," Maya whispered shakily. "I should've helped you sooner, I-"

"’Sorry?’" Dexter reached out and gently placed a hand on her cheek, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "Maya, you don't know how grateful I am to you. Before you, my life had no purpose but to follow orders. You showed me that I could make a difference. I woke up."

"Yes, you fought them. You proved you were better than them." Her chest ached as she struggled to compose herself. "But I never wanted you to get hurt, Dexter!"

"Someone was going to get hurt, no matter what I did," Dexter said. "I just made sure that wasn’t you. Didn't you once tell me that life is about the choices you make?"

Maya pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob.

"I know what you meant now. My memories might not be real, but I've proven that I'm alive. And I decide my own destiny." Dexter glanced at the timer on his power core - less than ten minutes left. "I didn't have a choice in how I came into the world. But now, I can choose how I leave." He squeezed her hand, blinking away the heaviness in his eyes. "Please, Maya. This is what I want."

Like thunder screaming out for a flash of lightning

Stars are falling down for God's applause

I'm waiting for the light of your supernova

Your last goodbye…

Maya watched him earnestly, silently pleading for him to reconsider. But his expression showed no trace of doubt, no fear or pain. In fact, unlike every other time she'd encountered him, he looked at peace. That told her all she needed to know.

She sighed and nodded. "Okay," she said. "If you're sure about this, then I'll respect that."

"Thank you." He glanced at Damien. "Take care of her."

"We always do." Damien placed a hand on his shoulder, a fierce look in his eyes. "I swear I'll do everything in my power to make them pay for this."

"Good," Dexter chuckled. "I'm counting on it." He turned back to Maya, gazing into her eyes for a second longer before tugging at her wrist, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "For everything I've done."

Maya felt a dampness on her shirt; whether it was his tears or hers, she couldn’t tell. She just hugged him more tightly, minding his damaged wires carefully. "It's okay," she whispered. "Just stay safe, all right?"

He nodded quickly, holding her close for another moment before letting go. "Now go."

Maya helped set him back gently before she stood. She j took a couple steps back, hesitance clear in her stance until Damien took her hand, his gentle tug bringing her back to reality.

Dexter gave her a small smile of encouragement, a silent reassurance to her that this was the right decision and that he would be better for it. She returned the smile, nodding in acknowledgement before she and Damien turned in the other direction and started to run.

He watched them go, feeling a sense of peace finally wash over him for the first time. Hayden and Dames were close behind, but seemed to have stopped to discuss something - not that it mattered much now. Everything happening now was in their favor.

A brief glance at his timer showed about three minutes left.

Perfect timing.

With his systems gradually shutting down, any pain he'd been in was completely numbed now. Maya's face flashed before him, as did more memories of her. A mix of memories that weren't his and some that were.

For the first time, he welcomed them.

He remembered happiness in Maya's eyes as she declared her feelings, the warmth of her arms, her infectious laughter. Once a cruel paradox of his mistakes, they were now his solace.

Though her love wasn't for him specifically, it was love nonetheless. Where it hadonce clashed with his personality - both coded and real - now it all fit with the decisions he'd made for himself and for her.

He felt truly whole. And nothing would take that from him.

Dexter leaned back comfortably, turning his gaze to the edge of the docks, to the ocean. He first noticed the ship that was to ferry Maya and her friends to safety floating at a distance. Beyond that was the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at the color. Where it was once pitch black against the grey clouds blanketing them, a pinkish golden hue had made its way through until it had overtaken the horizon, signaling the dawn of a new day.

And it was beautiful. Perfect.

It was everything.

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#perfect match #damien x mc #damien nazario #hayden young #pm dames #perfect match au #the edge of the world #mrsnazariowrites fics #tw character death

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exoflash · 2 years

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The trainguy beats up a sith lord crackfic

I wrote this at 2 am a few nights ago as a joke. Still cant find the post on here that inspired it.

Everyone is probably SUPER out of character. But this is a joke fic anyways, so that's fine. Don't go around posting me in cringe comps

The weather was cold. And windy.

Very, verrrry windy. Yup.

Where had Solgaleo even taken him? The man's research had given him a lead, and he planned to go full steam ahead to ancient Sinnoh. But this... it seems he had certainly exited at the wrong station.

Regardless, he held that spark of hope- wrapping his coat ever tighter around his body with one hand, hanging onto his hat with the other as he braved the terrible storm overhead. All he had to do was find shelter...

He was sent flying back again by the near-unsurvivable weather.

And straight into some sort of wall.

"A."

Well, that solves the shelter issue! If any other soul was around, perhaps he could get directions back to Nimbasa City? Yup. Someone would know, he was certain of it! Very certain. Verrrrrrry certain...

As he entered into the darkness, he was beginning to wish he'd brought his lantern. He didn't want to send out any of his pokemon- Not in these weather conditions! He wouldn't dare endanger the safety of his passengers!

His eyes eventually began to adjust to the dark. What was that shiny thing on the ground?

His brother would not have advised to pick it up. He was the man's only source of impulse control.

But his brother wasn't here right now, he could do anything he wanted!

His brother... wasn't-

He tried not to think about that as he picked the object up.

"Ah! A flashlight! Verrrry good!"

He clicked to turn it on, and the surrounding area was engulfed in the light of a blue blade.

"...This is not a flashlight. Yup. But it will do. Yup."

He stood there for a few seconds.

Ingo would've been fascinated by-

No, don't think about that right now. Full steam ahead!

He carefully examined the space he was in, the dim light guiding his way. The space was wide, but nobody was here. Probably abandoned.

He decided to continue into the labyrinth, alert for danger.

This place was HUGE, and he didn't want to stay long. If he didn't find anyone, he would see if he could contact someone by phone or internet.

"...I am Emmet. I am getting verrrrry tired of this." He said quietly, to no one in particular.

He was about to give up the search, when...

"-it! Make the sacrifice!"

Emmet's eyes went wide. He would've preferred being stranded to hearing something like THAT.

Without a second thought, he immediately (and carelessly) began to run for the source of the sound.

His hat went flying off as he bolted. It was surprising this hadn't happened much earlier.

He skidded to a halt as he arrived- thank Arceus nobody had heard him.

Because this was definitely some sort of cult.

He stood before a giant open room, the centerpiece a dark throne that gave the former king of Team Plasma a run for his money.

It was set up like some sort of colosseum, cult(?) members in robes standing all the way around it.

In the middle of the room stood a girl holding a sword similar to his own.

Facing her was an old man on life support. Yeah, that checks out. Would creepy old men please stop trying to take over the world for FIVE minutes?!

The girl raised her sword.

The cult members approached her.

This was verrry bad! Unacceptable! No harassment allowed! He had to intervene!

"Hello! I am Emmet."

Everyone halted, turning to the new voice. Even the old man did a double take, he and the girl briefly exchanging a look of confusion.

The old man spoke up.

"How did you end up here, boy...?!"

Eugh, he sounded as gross as he looked. Verrrry icky. No good.

"That is unimportant! You are trying to do something harmful to the safety of all passengers involved!"

"And how do YOU know this?" The old man hissed, voice dripping with more venom than a wild Arbok.

"I am good at reading faces. I have had lots of practice."

He stepped out into the arena, almost flamboyantly. He put a hand on his hip, using the laser sword as a pointing stick in the other. "Rrrregardless! I request that you cease all malicious activities, or else I will have to bring your track to a forced stop!"

Everyone in the arena was just staring awkwardly as the air went still.

Finally, the old man broke into a fit of laughter. Before Emmet could say anything else, he found himself flying into the wall. Again.

He yelped like a hurt puppy, his grin not leaving his face.

The old man made a mistake. Emmet had lost his grip on the strange laser sword, and it had gone flying straight into his overly complicated life support.

Get owned, boomer.

The cultists from the shadows were shouting, and he was unsure if they were screaming or cheering. It reminded him of the televised pokémon arena battles in Galar... albeit in a creepy 'you are about to get sacrificed to a Giratina worshipping cult' way.

As he got back up, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

On instinct, he jumped up, standing straight and saluting the newcomer. The new guy didn't notice, running straight for the girl. Emmet waved anyways.

"Hello! I am Emmet. I do not think the old man is dea-"

The cultists on the ground drew their weapons on the three.

"...Grrrreat."

The newcomer had grabbed the laser sword Emmet had tossed into the life support system- was he watching the whole time too?

Whatever. He had his fists. If he could handle the streets of Castelia city, he could handle weirdos in robes.

A laugh.

Oh dear Arceus above. The old man's not dead.

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Rey hardly remembered the fight, and everything that led up to it. She and Ben had fought by each other's side, both of them moving in perfect sync. Everything was going too quickly for her to even think. All they had to do was survive. Trust in the Force. She had risked so much to get here, with only Ben fighting by her side.

...Well, okay. The disheveled postman was a surprise. And he seemed just as confused as she was. But she didn't have time to unpack all that. He was holding his own just fine- probably a resistance fighter.

When everything had slowed down, though. She couldn't even try yo confront Palpatine. The man in white was beating the kriff out of him, and... WINNING?

He was now kicking the former emperor into the ground, yelling something about safety checks and staying behind the yellow line.

"Hey- I, uhm- I think... I think- I think you've gotten him-" Ben chimed in, probably too scared to actually approach.

The man in white froze, and turned to him.

"I am Emmet. I am verrrrry tired of 80 year old megalomaniacs. Yup!"

He continued his beatdown.

Welp. Since this wasn't the big fight anyone was prepared for, Ben and Rey simply looked at each other exhaustedly. They both just decided to wait a couple more minutes.

This was sure gonna be something to explain to the resistance.

#pokemon #star wars #what other tags do ppl use....#i will tag the characters.#rey skywalker #ben solo #darth sidious #subway boss emmet #sorry everyone.

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ying-yang-qiao · 10 months

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LOVE IS (SMELLS LIKE YOU)

I just wanna make a disclaimer that the other girl depicted here is not based on any idol (kpop or cpop) nor it's a real person, just a character created for this. Kinds bad girl x good girl trope? Might do a part 2, but I wanted to get this out before pride ends.

Qiao was still in grade 9 of secondary school when she first cared about Shao Huixing. She couldn't say she didn't knew Huixing, as the whole school somehow always knew her. Huixing was a rebel, the kind of people that ended up flying out of the country and becoming a big name, one that wouldn't be contained by the rules of China. And maybe it was her idea, maybe she liked to be loud about her thoughts just to be given a ticket out of the country. Qiao didn't know, didn't care either, she was told to not to be around her and Qiao did always listen to her parents.

Yet, one day, after the winter recess was over, rumors started going around about how Huixing had taken interest in Qiao. No one was sure on why, as Qiao had always been a quiet girl, uninterested in chaos, never challenging what society or people told her, always trying to fly under the radar. Everyone, included her, had decided that the most probable reason was her looks, a thing people had always praised on her, so it could be the only reason why.

People knew Huixing liked girls, she didn't seem interested in hiding it either, after all people didn't seem to be particularly interested in going near her long enough to even mutter a word about it, perhaps the only good thing of being an outcast.

Qiaoying, on the other hand, didn't know she liked girls too. She had never experimented on it, and while she always found girls beautiful, Qiao never thought too much about it, as she mainly focused on the school, and only sometimes went on dates, mainly on vacations, though they never went onto something more serious. So when she heard about Huixing liking her, she didn't take it kindly, as the older one's reputation preceded her. Yet Huixing seemed adamant about getting to know Qiao, as she seemed to be everywhere she was, the only place she could hide was in the classrooms, where she couldn't be because she was two years higher than Qiaoying… until she figure out how to even screw that.

“You're avoiding me.” Huixing told her one day when Qiao was making her homework inside one of the classrooms.

“I wouldn't have to if you weren't following me around.” the smaller girl said without even looking up.

“So the princess can fight back, interesting.”

“What do you want, Huixing?”

“So I have no honorifics? I wonder what people would say if they heard you.” the older one teased, making Qiao sigh and finally look up.

The older girl was sitting in the desk right in front of her, legs crossed, looking at her with an intensity that Qiao never thought anyone could look at her like that. So, the younger one was taken aback, and for a moment she let her walls come down.

“What do you want, nǚshì?” Qiao asked again, this time playing along for Huixing.

“To get to know you, is it too much to ask for?”

“Why do you want that?” the younger finally closed her book, getting now all of her attention on the older.

“I'm sure you know by now why… I'd ask you on a date, but I'm sure you would've said no because you only know what people say about me. I've noticed you from afar, Qiaoying… you're kind, genuine, and you are probably one of the most hardworking people I've seen. I've developed feelings for you, and I just want you to know that I'm more than the person they say I am.”

“And why would I believe anything you say? How are you even sure I would eventually like you back?” Qiao asked, laying back on her chair while crossing her arms, trying to put some space when she saw Huixing getting closer.

“That's the fun of it, princess. You don't have to believe it, and I'm not sure if you will even like me back even, it's like a bet, we either win or lose, but we won't know unless we try.”

The bell was heard all around the school, signaling the recess was over, and with only a grin, Huixing hopped off the desk and walked away, not even waiting for a response.

This, perhaps, was the worst thing that could be done to Qiao, as she was left with her own thoughts, even while she listened to the professors and wrote down what they said, yet her mind was still on Huixing. It was what she intended, though, as she found the other girl soon after classes were done, showing herself after Qiao turned around a corner, finding herself mere inches from the younger girl.

“So, princess? What's the answer?” Huixing asked as she watched Qiao take a few steps back.

“Oh so you were truly asking?”

“Of course I was, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't because I truly wanted it.”

Qiaoying sighed and weighed her options, knowing that a refusal would end up in insistence of the older girl, and saying yes would probably have her backing off, but then again, Qiao couldn't be sure if that would be what happened and it wouldn't backfire and get Huixing even more close to her. All she knew was that she had to try.

“Just one chance, don't ruin it.” She finally said, grabbing a piece of paper and writing something in it, then giving it to Huixing. “That's my phone number, now leave me alone, I have to go.”

Without waiting for an answer, Qiaoying ran out of the school, finally having some space between the girl who already had what she wanted.

Qiao realized she liked girls when she saw Huixing laugh for the first time. It took a while for the older girl to show truly herself, even more than it took Qiaoying to warm up to her, barely showing smiles, only smirks or grins, but it took Qiao to confuse a random man with his father for Huixing to laugh, and then the younger girl knew she was in love.

Huixing had always been a bit reserved, rarely revealing her true self to others. She carried herself with a confident demeanor, often wearing a calm expression or a mischievous smirk. But it was through her laughter that Qiaoying saw a different side of her, a side filled with warmth, authenticity, and vulnerability. Qiaoying's heart skipped a beat as she watched Huixing's infectious laughter fill the air. The older girl's face lit up with genuine joy, her eyes sparkling and her laughter echoing like music. It was in that moment that Qiaoying realized she liked girls, and more specifically, she was falling for Huixing.

Before that moment, Qiaoying had been drawn to Huixing's intriguing personality, her unique perspective on the world, and her ability to make even the most mundane situations interesting. But it was the sound of her laughter, the way it resonated deep within Qiaoying's soul, that made her realize the depth of her feelings.

Qiaoying couldn't help but be captivated by the sound. It was like the world around them faded away, and all she could focus on was Huixing's infectious laughter. In that moment, Qiaoying's heart swelled with love and admiration. She knew deep down that she had fallen for Huixing, and that her feelings were more than just friendship.

From that day forward, Qiaoying became acutely aware of her feelings for Huixing. She found herself seeking out opportunities to make the older girl laugh, cherishing every smile, every giggle, and every moment they shared together. It was a journey of self-discovery and acceptance, as Qiaoying embraced her own truth and allowed herself to love freely.

The memory of that first laughter-filled encounter remained etched in Qiaoying's mind, a symbol of the love that blossomed between them. It was the laughter that opened the door to their relationship, forging a connection that would grow deeper with time. And as Qiaoying reflected on that moment, she knew without a doubt that her love for Huixing was something truly special.

On a fateful day, Qiaoying and Huixing decided to visit a whimsical Harry Potter themed cafe in the heart of their city. Qiaoying had always been a fan of the magical world created so many years ago, and she knew that Huixing shared her love for the books and movies as well.

As they entered the cafe, Qiaoying couldn't contain her excitement. The place was adorned with enchanting decorations, with walls painted to resemble the halls of Hogwarts, floating candles hanging from the ceiling, and bookshelves filled with spellbinding literature. It was like stepping into a magical realm. Authentic wands were displayed in glass cases, each one unique and waiting to choose its wizard or witch. Quidditch broomsticks were mounted on the walls, suspended in mid-flight, as if frozen in a thrilling match. The Sorting Hat sat atop a shelf, seemingly ready to assign houses to any willing participants.

Qiaoying and Huixing found a cozy corner booth, surrounded by shelves filled with antique books and props from the wizarding world. Authentic wands were displayed in glass cases, each one unique and waiting to choose its wizard or witch. Quidditch broomsticks were mounted on the walls, suspended in mid-flight, as if frozen in a thrilling match. The Sorting Hat sat atop a shelf, seemingly ready to assign houses to any willing participants.

“So, what potion are we doing today, miss Liu?” Huixing asked, as she pulled her own chair close to the table.

“Your acting is terrible, Huixing.” The younger one teased, looking at the older one with a small smile, looking down at the menu, which looked like it was made of parchment.

Different beverages were listed, all with the name of potions and a brief rundown of what did it actually contain, as well as being sorted by the actual type of beverage.

“Amortentia… Would it actually smell like you if I decided to order that?” Huixing grinned as she looked at sthe younger one, who rolled her eyes but used the menu to cover her face.

“And what would it smell like?” The shorter one said, with her voice a bit muffled by the menu and the sound of the place.

“It would smell like new books, because you're always reading something new, and always with your nose deep inside a book for homework. I guess it would also smell like your lemon scented shampoo, the one you seem to be always using” The girl answered, grabbing Qiao's menu and lowering it so she could see her face. “Do I have to say the last one?”

“Do tell.” Qiao spoke as quietly as possible, not trusting her voice to not quaver.

“It's tea. Green tea, if you want the specifics, but that would be the third, it would be what you drink the most.”

“I guess I'm not going to get tea today.” Qiao grumbled, looking once again at the menu.

“Let me guess, the polyjuice potion? I mean it has green tea.” Huixing teased him, and then looked at the menu herself. “I'm gonna get a felix felicis.”

Qiao lowered her menu, looking at the rebel girl, who was looking back at her.

“What?”

“What would smell like your love potion if it truly existed?” She asked as she got herself comfortable on her chair.

“Me? I'm not sure… I don't think there is anyone there.” Qiao said while looking away.

“You're lying. When you lie you look away, so you better tell me who it is, or maybe not who, but humor me on the fictional based question.” She said.

Qiao let go of a shaky breath, thinking for a few seconds on what to say.

“It would smell like… Coffee, ink, and… The electrical thingy you always have around when I go to one of your classrooms.”

Huixing chuckled, understanding what she was trying to say, but she decided to not say anything about it.

“So, what's your tea order? I'm gonna go with coffee as usual, you should try it sometime.” She said calmly getting up, going behind the younger girl. “So, princess? What's the answer? Or will I have to figure it out?”

“I'm going with you. I'll leave you to learn what I like to order in future dates.”

A/N: nǚshì is the Chinese equivalent to Ms. (It is also used for married woman, but in this case is used only as the honorific for an older woman)

#kpop female oc #aespa 5th member #aespa addition #aespa oc #kpop addition #kpop oc #kpop female addition #kpop ocs #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I like to dance all night [Love]#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I like to dance all night [Writings]

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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papergirllife · 3 years

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Cloud Nine

Dong Sicheng

Mature content

Sub!Sicheng x Dom! Reader

warnings : unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, face riding, oral sex, 69, etc.

word count : 2.1k

Newly weds on a honeymoon at Maldives.

The scent of the salty sea greets you when your boyfriend, correction, newly wed husband, Sicheng opens the doors of the balcony of your suite, the sun rays hitting his golden skin perfectly as a light breeze blows in.

“I’m so glad we picked Maldives for our honeymoon, the time zone would be perfect for avoiding my mom’s phone calls,” Sicheng says with a shake of his head and a small smile, recalling how his mom was keen on having a grandchild, brining it up to you ever since the wedding night. Sicheng does want kids, or preferably kid, but the thought of spending his 20s with a child wasn’t his idea of utilizing his youth, and you totally agree with him, cringing at the thought of changing diapers in your 20s, glad that he’s not the type to push you for children.

“Your mom would be so upset when she finds out I’m on the pill, she thought it was the lack of privacy that discouraged us to have some quality time,” you said with a snicker, thinking back of the times when you and Sicheng did it in utmost silence when the two of you were back in his home town for q a visit after the wedding.

“She just doesn’t know how much of a freak are you,” Sicheng said in a voice octaves lower close to your ear, when did he get this close to you? You swear he was two feet away just now. Then you feel a familiar hand lingering up the hem of your sundress, dangerously close to the swell of your butt.

“I know you’re hungry for me, mister, but I’d like to have dinner first, the meal on the plane left me starving, it was barely enough,” you complained, a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further.

“I told you to fly first class, business is just roomier, not much difference compared to economy,” Sicheng said as he led you out of the suite, a hand securely wrapped around your waist.q

“I just wanted to save some money,” you said in a huff, rubbing your rumbling stomach, regretting that you didn’t take your husband’s advice.

“Well, just don’t hold back afterwards, order whatever you want,” Sicheng said before booping your nose with his finger, leading you to the dining hall after the click of your hotel suite door.

“I think I should be getting my dessert now,” Sicheng said after pulling you into your suite in a haste, hands cupped around your cheeks, his face was mere centimetres away from yours, you could see his pupils blown wide at the thought of the things he'd like to do to you.

“Can I have a present first?” you said while batting your eyes at him, your voice sickly sweet, tempting him to submit.

“What does my dearest wife want?” Sicheng said while sitting onto the edge of the comfy bed, opening his legs to let you climb onto his lap.

“I want to be on top,” you said with an evil twinkle in your eyes before reaching a hand out to push him flat onto the bed.

“Just one round,” Sicheng bargained, he really wanted to hear you screaming his name, but that can wait, after all, you did give him your hand in marriage, it's only fair that there's give and take in a relationship.

You jumped in glee hearing his permission, immediately letting your hands wander to his chest, only to unbutton the white top he's wearing, nails playfully scratching at his chest lightly until the last button goes off, revealing his honey skin and perky nipples, hard from your teasing and the exposure of the chilly night breeze from the crack of the balcony door.

You let your hips circle on top of his crotch as you leant down to connect your lips to his, a hand lightly pinching his right nipple before rolling it gently in between your fingers, doing the same to the one on the left.

“Fuck,” Sicheng swears in between your attack on his lips, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. You decided to pour oil into the fire by grinding your hips onto his crotch harder, feeling the sudden wake of his hardness, eliciting a moan in your throat when you think of how well he’s going to fill you up.

You got up from his lap to pull off your dress, revealing you in a matching set of red lingerie, your ego inflating when you see the awe in Sicheng’s eyes.

“Strip, baby,” you ordered Sicheng.

Obedient to your words, he immediately got up to pull off his pants along with his underwear, his cock slapping against his abs once it was free from its confinements, hissing at the feeling of the cold air.

“Good boy,” you said as you sat yourself back into his lap, the lace of your panties digging into the sensitive skin of his cock, a perfect combination of pain and pleasure, but he coos at the feeling of your warm wetness, relieving a tiny bit of his desperation.

“What do you want baby? Do you want my mouth? Or my pussy? I'll let you choose,” you offered, but as your husband, Sicheng knows there will always be a catch, “but with a price of course, prove to me you’re my good boy and I'll give you what you desire,” you bargained.

“Anything for me to be inside you, please,” Sicheng added the last part, knowing you love hearing him beg.

“I want to ride your pretty face, boy, and don’t disappoint,” you said before getting off of him and taking off your panties, manoeuvring yourself on top of his face.

You were going to glance down to check if Sicheng was okay, but when he saw your perfectly slicked pussy, he was hungry for a taste, lowering your hips hastily onto his mouth, getting a surprised moan out of you at the feeling of his wet tongue invading your warm cavern.

“Yes, just like that baby, you're doing so well,” you said as you grind onto his mouth lightly, tossing your head back when you felt him adding two of his fingers into the mix, expertly locating your sweet spot after a few tries.

“Baby, yes, right there, don't stop,” you said breathlessly, which encouraged him to thrust his fingers harder and setting the pace faster, chasing your release of sweet juices.

Since he was making you feel so good, you decided to reward him. You leant down to take his cock into your mouth, letting the head of his dick hit the back of your throat as your hand slid down to fondle one of his balls, which made him moan into your pussy, fuck, you aren't going to last long if he keeps it up.

You realese his cock from your mouth after nearly a minute, a hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over the sensitive nub, assisting Sicheng in pushing you over the edge.

When his tongue replaced your fingers, he sucked on your clit expertly, successfully giving you an earth shattering orgasm, his name tumbling from your lips like a mantra, your toes curling and a whine escaping your lips at the oversensitivity, your juices gushing out in a steady flow into Sicheng’s awaiting mouth.

You slid off Sicheng’s face once you rode out your orgasm, gulping down breathes of air to ready yourself for what you have planned next.

After regaining a bit of your strength, you positioned yourself above Sicheng, a hand combing through his messed up locks with a sinister smile on your face, knowing well that you’re going to strip him boneless tonight.

Your hand travelled southwards to his cock, gripping it rather harshly in your fist at the tip of his head, making Sicheng’s head fall back onto the pillow from the overstimulation, a breathy gasp of your name leaving his swollen lips.

“I'm not finished with you yet, baby,” you reminded him tauntingly, before you lifted yourself up to down onto his cock, filling yourself up deliciously, thankful for the slight stretch he had given you beforehand.

“Fuck!” Sicheng cursed when he finally felt your warm walls engulfing his length, you felt so tight around him, and the little clenches that you're giving him was making him lightheaded, pleasure clouding his head.

You smirked at his reaction, pleased to see that it won't take too much to wreck him tonight.

You set a slow pace, letting yourself feel every ridge and vein that decorates his cock, after a few pumps, you decided to up your game, quickening your pace, bouncing on his cock as quick as your legs allowed, the whole room was filled with the sound of your butt clapping down onto his thighs, saying a silent apology to the room next to your bed’s. You could feel the tip hitting against your sweet spot, if it weren't for the fact that you constantly reminded yourself that you rarely get to top, you would've came already, but you want to seize this opportunity to see how far can Sicheng submit to you.

You let your hands wander to his erected nipples, pinching them which got a cry out of him, distracting him from enjoying the view of your tits bouncing right in his eyesight perfectly, he reached up to release your bra, letting your boobs fall out and bounce wildly. Just as he wanted to reach out to hold onto one of your boobs, you slapped his hand away.

“You'll get to touch when you prove to me you’re my good boy,” you said before leaving him hanging completely, letting his dick slide out of you in a rather comical pop after feeling a slight twitch inside you, a sign that he was about to cum soon.

Sicheng whined at the sudden loss of pleasure, “Please, I've been nothing but your good boy, please let me cum,” Sicheng begged.

“Be patient, baby, all good things come to those who wait,” you said while caressing his face gently.

You crawled to Sicheng's spread legs, a hand wrapping around his cock, setting an average pace, occasionally stopping to swipe at his bulging red tip that's craving for release. You bent your neck down to take one of his balls into your mouth, licking and sucking gently, the warmth of your mouth made Sicheng's legs twitch, a constricted moan of your name followed by.

You hummed around his ball in approval before switching to the other one, the most sensitive parts of his body, he didn't want to disobey you, but he could feel his release creeping up on him.

Just when he decided to fuck everything and receive whatever punishment you were going to give him, you suddenly clasped your thumb and your index finger around the head of his cock, restricting him from his sweet release.

“Fuck! Please, please let me cum, I'll do anything for you afterwards, please,” Sicheng begged, you looked up to observe his face, glee when you saw tears streaming down his face, his hands fisting the sheets.

“Aw, baby, was that too much? I just want to give you the best orgasm ever. What's your colour?” you asked, making sure he's alright.

“Green,” Sicheng replied immediately, his voice hoarse.

“Can I continue? You can cum inside me,” you said while brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you want to engrain the look he has on now, so fragile, so docile, just for you.

“Yes, please, just want to cum, inside you,” Sicheng said, no longer able to form a complete sentence as you have reduced him to your personal sex doll.

“Okay,” you said before reaching for his cock to slide into your entrance, once more filling you up deliciously.

You rocked your hips against his, positioning his head to your sweet spot before bouncing on his dick relentlessly, sliding a hand down your clit to stimulate yourself, chasing your highs together, knowing that Sicheng wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

With a rough thrust of his hips, a deep piston that hit your g spot, you and Sicheng were pushed over the edge, a mix of a whine and a groan sounded in Sicheng's throat while you screamed his name, cumming onto his cock, the action made your walls clench around Sicheng, milking him for all he has, large spurts of warm cum painting your walls white.

When your orgasm subsided, you crashed onto Sicheng's chest, feeling the fatigue settling into your limbs. When you were about to manoeuvre yourself off of him, Sicheng held you closer.

“Don't move, let's stay like this,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Okay, goodnight Sicheng.”

“Goodnight, love.”

Needless to say, you are very much looking forward to the next few days of your honeymoon.

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

TW: Drug mention, needle mention, overdose mention

I'm still unsure on the twins ages in age of ultron since one source says 16 and the other says 26 lmao. Imma just say the twins are 17 or 18.

You stared down at the city below with a frown. You knew Clint wouldn't rest until Natasha was found. Everything had happened so quickly and even if you had tried to catch her with a root, you would've been pulled along. A sigh left you as you sat down at your desk. Your room in the tower felt like a cell. Gray walls, white bed, white desk. The only real color in the room came from the line of potted flowers on the desk. You felt your stomach grumble, standing up and leaving the room. You headed to the kitchen, getting a granola bar. You opened it, taking a bite from it. You almost choked, hearing crashing and arguing. You swallowed the bits of granola as you followed the noises to the laboratory. You headed up the stairs, dodging a flying Steve.

"What the fuck?" You turned your head, seeing the Maximoff twins. "What the fuck?" You repeated, watching them in bewilderment. Another one left you when Thor crashed through a window, raising his hammer and letting the electricity power the cradle. Nothing happened for a moment before the cradle burst open, causing Thor to fly back.

"I should've stayed with Laura." You whispered, staring at the red man that emerged from the cradle. He slowly stood, looking between everyone. His gaze settled on Thor, lunging for him but Thor grabbed him and threw him to the side, causing another crash.

"(Y/N), stay close." Clint called, eyeing the twins. You quickly walked over to him, hearing the crunching of glass beneth your shoes. While Thor and Steve took the dramatic way, you chose to use the door and head to the room Vision was in. Thor raised his hand, stopping Steve from attacked. The man stared out into the city, staying silent and motionless. Thor set down his hammer as the man landed on the door, apologizing to Thor and mimicking his cape.

"Thor, you helped create this?"

"I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all forms of life and at its center is that." Thor explained, pointing at the crystal in the mans forehead.

"What, the gem?" Bruce asked, watching Thor look at him.

"The mind stone." He corrected. "It's one of the six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe with destructive abilities." Thor explained as he faced everyone.

"It looks like a citrine." You muttered, continuing to unwrap the rest of your granola bar, swiping away the crumbs that fell on the floor with your foot.

"A what?" Clint asked softly. You glanced at him.

"It's a type of gemstone. It's supposed to motivate you to take action." You shrugged lightly. Gemstones were pretty interesting to study, even more so when they had so called 'destructive abilities.'

"Stark's right."

"Oh, it's definitely the end." Bruce said quietly.

"Why does your vision sound like J.A.R.V.I.S?" Steve asked as he watched the man walk forward. Tony explained why, still in awe and surprise. The man looked at Steve.

"You think I'm a child of Ultron?" Though it sounded like a question, it was obvious it was a statement.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron." The man replied softly, almost confused. "And.. I'm not J.A.R.V.I.S either."

"I looked in your head and saw annihilation." Wanda said, stepping forward as she glared at him. Clint scoffed softly, walking towards everyone. You followed, tossing the wrapper into the trashcan.

"Look again."

"Your approval seems jack to me." Clint said, gaze staying locked on the twins. Wanda's gaze went to Clint before going to you. You maintained brief eye contact. It wasn't everyday you met another meta.

"Her powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultrons powers.. They all came from the mind stone. Nothing compares to what it can unleash." Thor revealed. "And with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve interrupted, looking at the man again.

"Are you? On our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple." He replied softly.

"Sounds pretty simple. Death or life for humanity." You said, shrugging. He looked at you, giving a small nod before looking at the others.

"Then.. I'm on the side of life. Ultron isn't." He took small steps forward, not wanting to agitate anyone.

"What's he waiting for?"

"You." The man stared at Tony. You were already coming up with names for him. Tony Jr was the one sticking.

"Sokavia's our best bet." Tony said.

"Nat's there too." Clint told them, looking at Bruce when he approached the man.

"If we're wrong about you..." Bruce started softly. His threats were always amusing until he turned green. He stared at Tony Jr, letting it up to his imagination, if he had that.

"I don't want to kill Ultron." Tony Jr walked around Bruce, continuing past everyone.

"He's weak.. And in pain but that pain will roll over the Earth, so he must be destroyed. Every forms he's built, every sense of his presence on the net. We have to act now and not one of us can do it without the other." Tony Jr turned, facing them. He looked down at his hands.

"Maybe I am a monster. I don't know if I will become one.. I'm not what you are. I'm not what you intended. So there may be no way for you to trust me but we need to go." Tony Jr finished his speech, picking up Thors hammer and handing it to him. The room stayed silent as everyone took it in. Thor took his hammer, clearing his throat and nodding.

"Alright." He gave a small smile, walking away. You sighed, turning around and walking towards the bar.

"Don't even think about it." Clint called as he walked past you. You huffed, watching him go.

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder at the twins. They walked away in amusement, following Steve's directions to the lockers. You walked to your room, putting on the outfit Clint had designed for you. You looked at a picture of you and Clint, smiling softly. You left the room, walking down the hall. You noticed Thor and Tony Jr talking outside, arms crossing as you approached the glass. You stared at the two, gaze locking onto the reflection of the twins. You turned to face them, seeing Wanda pause and stay in her spot.

"Sorry about choking you." You spoke first, looking between them. Wanda gave a small nod, hand gently gripping her arm.

"Did you get experimented on like us?" Pietro asked, head tilting. Some white strands fell over his face. You shook your head, biting your bottom lip as you thought on how to explain it.

"From what Bruce told me, my mother had drugs in her system during labor. It was an unknown drug that they still haven't identified but Bruce says that it might've given me some freak cell mutation that gave me these powerd. It's weird. Clint said it took a long time to even find any information on my family. I don't know if it's true or something that they told me to make me feel better about being orphaned." The twins gaze softened, glancing at each other. Wanda licked her lips, glancing at the ground.

"When were you orphaned?" She asked softly.

"When I was a baby. My mom died in labor and my dad had been found dead with a needle in his arm a day later. I was put into an orphanage cause my parents were seen as a Jane Doe and John Doe. Again, it's weird." You told them, shrugging lightly. Pietro took in a soft breath, gaze becoming distant.

"We're orphans too. I'm sure you already know what happened by now but.. A bomb killed them." Pietro said softly. He took in a deeper breath, giving a small smile to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that's another thing we have in common." He pointed out with a small shrug. You nodded, smiling softly. It was nice to be around people your age who understood you. Even Wanda seemed relaxed and more comfortable.

"(Y/N), what'd I say?" You looked up upon hearing Clint's voice.

"You were the one who left me alone to change." You reminded him with a soft huff, going around the twins and approaching him. Clint shot you a pointed look, glancing at the twins. You understood why he was distrustful of them.

"Clint, they're like me." You said quietly as you walked with him to the aircraft.

"You're not like them."

"Yes, I am. They're metas and around my age. Weren't you the one who said I had to work on my people skills?" You cocked a brow as you stared at him. Clint stayed silent, giving you the answer.

"They were fighting for their country after it was attacked. They have all the right to be distrustful-"

"After one conversation, you can tell apart the difference between good guys and bad guys?"

"I don't know, Clint, you tell me. You were the one who chose to take in a kid who almost choked your best friend to death and attempted to impale Americas biggest playboy with a fucking branch." You hissed lowly, frowning and looking forward.

"You were, and still are, a kid." Clint said, voice becoming hard and stricter.

"Oh, well, fuck me, I didn't realize the twins were in their eighties."

"Quit giving me attitude, (Y/N). I want to protect you. You don't know if they're gonna stab us in the back when we least expect it. If we destroy Ultron and they stay on our side, you can play dolls with them." Clint said, approaching the aircraft.

"Whatever." You entered the aircraft, taking a seat. The others entered not long after. The twins sat down beside you as Clint headed to the front.

"We didn't get you in trouble, did we?" Wanda asked quietly, glancing over at Clint. You shook your head, toying with the roots in order to relax.

"No, just.. Strict dad drama." You muttered. Wanda tilted her head, making eye contact with Pietro before it clicked.

"Oh.. He adopted you? That's nice." Wanda gave a small smile. "Maybe the Avengers aren't so heartless."

"We aren't." You assured, looking between her and Pietro. "It'll take a while but.. We can all grow to trust each other."

"I hope so." Pietro breathed out, hands going to the belt as the aircraft lifted up. You chuckled at the nervous look on his face.

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"Tale about prince Ivan, Firebird and the Gray Wolf".

[I've put illustrations by Bilibin in there, those are the best, but first - look at this painting by Vasnetsov]

Here we go.

In some kingdom lived Tsar Vyslav. He had three sons: first prince Dmitry, second prince Vasily and the third - prince Ivan.

Tsar Vyslav had a garden, so rich noone in any other kingdom had better, in which grew exotic and expensive trees with fruits and without, and Tsar's favourite was an apple tree that had golden apples.

The Firebird started visiting tsar Vyslav's garden, it's feathers golden, it's eyes like Eastern crystal glass. It would fly over every night, land onto tsar's favourite apple tree, pick golden apples and fly away.

Tsar Vyslav was very sad about that apple tree, about Firebird stealing so many apples, so he's called for his sons and told them:

- My dear children! Could you catch the Firebird in my garden? Who manages to catch it alive will get half of the kingdom right away and will become the next tsar when I die.

So his children answered all together:

- Our gracious royal father, your highness! We will try our best to catch the Firebird alive!

First night prince Dmitry went to the garden, sat under the apple tree Firebird was stealing from, fell asleep and didn't hear the bird which came and ate a lot of apples.

In the morning tsar Vyslav called for his son prince Dmitry and asked:

- Well, my gracious son, have you seen the Firebird?

Prince answered:

- No, my royal father! It hasn't come this night.

Next night prince Vasily went to guard the tree. He's sat under the same apple tree, couple hours went by and he's fell asleep and slept so deep he couldn't hear the Firebird that flew over and ate apples again.

In the morning tsar Vyslav called for him and asked:

- Well, my gracious son, have you seen the Firebird?

- My royal father! No, it didn't come this night.

The third night prince Ivan went to the garden and sat under the same apple tree. He sits for an hour, two, three - and in an instant the whole garden got lit up so bright like there were many torches: the Firebird came, perched on the tree and started eating golden apples.

Prince Ivan snuck up on it so well he's managed to grab it by the tail, but couldn't hold it well: Firebird slipped out of his hands and flew away, leaving for prince Ivan only a feather from it's tail.

In the morning as soon as tsar Vyslav woke up prince Ivan came to him and have him the feather.

Tsar Vyslav was very glad his youngest son managed to at least get the feather of the Firebird.

It was so wonderful and bright, you could bring it into the dark room and the feather would light it up brighter than thousands of candles. Tsar Vyslav put it in his room like a treasure. Since then Firebird stopped flying to the garden.

Once again tsar Vyslav called for his sons and told them:

- My dear children! I'll give you my blessing to go, find me the Firebird and bring it to me alive. And of course, the one who will bring it to me will get what I've promised before.

Princes Dmitry and Vasily were holding a grudge against their youngest brother prince Ivan, who's managed to get the feather from Firebird's tail, got their blessing and went away together.

Price Ivan were asking his father's blessing too. Tsar Vyslav told him:

- My gracious child, my dear boy! You're still so young and not used to traveling far, why would you go away from me? Your brothers are going anyway. What if you all leave me and none come back? I'm already old and walking under the gods [old saying means close to death], if when you're gone they'll take my life, who will rule my kingdom? What if riot or other disagreement happens amongst our people and there will be noone to stop it, or what if the enemy comes to our borders and there's noone to lead the army?

But no matter how hard tsar Vyslav tried to stop prince Ivan, he's still had to let him go. With persistence Ivan's got his father's blessing, chose the horse and left, not even knowing where he's going.

He was riding for some time, close or far, high of deep - fairytale told fast, not so fast the real ride. Finally he's come to the open fields, to the green meadows. In the middle of the crossroads stone stands and on that stone words carved: "Who will go forward from this stone, will be hungry and cold. Who will go right will be whole and alive but their horse dead. Who will go left will be killed but their horse alive".

Prince Ivan read the carvings and went right, holding on his mind: even if his horse dies, he'll be alive and able to find a new horse.

He was riding for a day, two, three - the Gray Wolf came up to him from the forest and said:

- Hey, young boy, prince Ivan! You've read on the stone that your horse will die, why keep going?

Wolf said those words, jumped, tore Ivan's horse in half and walked away.

Prince Ivan cried, mourning his horse, but kept walking.

He was traveling on foot for the whole day, and just sat down to get some rest, when Gray Wolf caught up to him and said:

- I feel sorry for you, prince Ivan, you were walking so long and so tired. I feel sorry that I've killed your horse. You know what, get on my back and tell me, where were you going and why?

Prince Ivan told the Gray Wolf where he needs to go and Wolf ran, faster than any horse, and after some time at night brought him to the stone wall, not very tall, stopped and said:

- Well, prince Ivan, get off me, climb over this wall, behind this wall is a garden, in that garden in a golden cage sits your Firebird. Take the bird, but don't touch the cage, of you touch it, you won't get out: guards will catch you!

Prince Ivan climbed over the wall into the garden, saw the Firebird in a golden cage and really liked it. He took the Firebird out of the cage and started walking back but then stopped and told to himself:

- Why did I take the Firebird without a cage? Where would I hold it?

He's returned and just took the golden cage - and immediately sound of alarm thundered over the garden, because to that cage thin strings were attached. Guards immediately woke up, ran into the garden, caught prince Ivan with the Firebird and brought him to their tsar, tsar Dalmat.

Tsar Dalmat got very angry at Ivan and shouted at him, loud and furious:

- Shame on you, young man, for stealing! Who are you even, where are you from, what kind of father you have, and what is your name?!

Prince Ivan answered quietly:

- I'm from the Vyslav's kingdom, tsar Vyslav's son, my name is prince Ivan. Your bird used to fly to our garden every night and steal golden apples from my father's favourite apple tree, it's almost destroyed it. My father sent me to find the Firebird and bring it to him.

- Oh you, boy, prince Ivan, - said tsar Dalmat, - is it right to to our the way you've tried to? If you'd just come to me, I would've honestly have you the Firebird, but now will it be good if I send people to tell on all the other kingdoms how dishonourable you are? But listen, prince Ivan! If you do me a favour - go to the far far kingdom and bring me from tsar Afron his golden-maned stallion - I'll forgive you and even give you my Firebird, but if you won't, I'll make sure every kingdom knows you're a thief.

Prince Ivan walked away from tsar Dalmat in tears, promising to get him the golden-maned stallion.

He came to the Gray Wolf and told him about everything tsar Dalmat said.

- Oh you, young boy, prince Ivan! - said Wolf, - Why didn't you listen to me and took three golden cage?

- I'm sorry, Gray Wolf, - answered prince Ivan.

- Well, so be it! Get on my back, I'll bring you where you need to go.

Prince Ivan got into his back and Wolf ran fast, faster than arrow, and he ran for long or for short and at night they were in tsar Afron's kingdom.

When they walked to the white-stoned walls of tsar's stables, Gray Wolf told Ivan:

- Go to those white-stoned stables, prince Ivan, all guards are asleep now, and take golden-maned stallion. But don't take its golden bridle that hangs on the wall, or bad things happen to you.

Prince Ivan walked into white-stoned stables, took the stallion and just started walking back as he saw the golden bridle and liked it so much he couldn't help it but took it off the nail it was hanging on - and immediately sound of alarm broke in, because to that bridle strings were attached. Guarding ostlers woke up, ran inside, grabbed Ivan and brought him to the tsar Afron.

Tsar Afron started asking:

- You, young boy! Tell me, what land are you from, who is your father and what is your name?

Prince Ivan answered:

- I'm from tsar Vyslav's kingdom, son of tsar Vyslav, and my name is prince Ivan.

- Oh you, young boy, prince Ivan! - said tsar Afron, - Is what you've done the work for a noble knight? If you'd come to me, I would've given you my golden-maned stallion with honor. But now would it be good for you if I tell my people to make sure all the kingdoms know what bad thing you've done in my home? But listen, prince Ivan! If you make me a favour and go to the far far kingdom and bring me a princess Elena the Beautiful that I'm in love with for a long time, but can't get, I'll forgive you and even give you the stallion along with its golden bridle. And if you disagree, I'll make sure all the kingdoms know that you're a thief and what you've done here.

Ivan had to promise he'll get princess Elena the Beautiful for tsar Afron and went away from his castle in tears.

He came to the Gray Wolf and told him all that happened to him.

- Oh you, young boy, prince Ivan! - said Gray Wolf, - Why didn't you listen to what I've said, why did you take golden bridle?

- I'm very sorry, Gray Wolf, - answered prince Ivan.

- Well, you are, - said Wolf, - get on my back, I'll bring you where you need to be.

Prince Ivan got onto his back and Wolf ran, fast as an arrow, and after some time yes brought Ivan to the kingdom of Elena the Beautiful.

And when they've reached golden fence protecting the beautiful garden, Wolf told Ivan:

- Get off my back, prince Ivan, and go back the same way we came here, and wait for me in the open field under the big green oak.

Prince Ivan did as he was told. Gray Wolf sat near the golden fence waiting for Elena the Beautiful to go for a walk in her garden.

Near the evening, when the sun starved nearing the West and air became less hot, princess Elena the Beautiful went to her garden with matrons and maids. When she came close to the place Gray Wolf were sitting behind the fence, he jumped over the fence into the garden, grabbed the princess, jumped back with her and ran as fast as he could.

When he reached the open field where Ivan was waiting under the big green oak, Wolf said:

- Hurry, prince Ivan, get on my back!

Prince got onto his back and Wolf ran fast to tsar Afron's kingdom.

Matrons, maids and all the royal servants who were walking with princess Elena the Beautiful in the garden ran to the castle and immediately day the chase after the Gray Wolf, but no matter how fast hunters were - they couldn't outrun him and returned with empty hands.

Traveling on the Wolf's back with princess Elena, Ivan fell in love with her and she also fell in love with him. So when they've reached tsar Afron's kingdom and Ivan needed to bring princess Elena the Beautiful to the castle, prince got very upset and started crying.

Gray Wolf asked him:

- Why are you crying, prince Ivan?

Prince Ivan answered:

- My friend, Gray Wolf! How can't I cry? I love princess Elena with all my heart but now I have to give her to tsar Afron for the golden-maned stallion, and if I won't, tsar Afron will dishonour and humiliate me in all the kingdoms!

- I've helped you a lot, prince Ivan, - said the Gray Wolf, - might as well help you with that. Listen, prince Ivan: I'll turn into beautiful princess Elena and you will bring me to tsar Afron and take the golden-maned stallion, he'll think I'm the real princess. And when you'll get onto the stallion and ride far enough away, I'll ask tsar Afron to let me out for a walk in open field. And when he'll let me out with matrons and maids and all the royal servants, and I will be in the open field - remember me, call for me and I'll come to you again.

Gray Wolf said those words, rolled over the ground and became beautiful princess Elena, so similar noone could possibly tell where the real one.

Prince Ivan took her by the hand and went to tsar Afron, and asked the real princess to wait for him our of town.

When prince Ivan came to tsar Afron with fake princess Elena the Beautiful, tsar got very happy that he's managed to finally get a great treasure he wanted for so long. He took the fake princess and gave Ivan golden-maned stallion.

Prince Ivan sat onto the stallion, got to the forest where he left the princess, helped her to get onto the stallion with him and started his way to tsar Dalmat's kingdom.

Gray Wolf lived with tsar Afron for a day, two, three, like a beautiful princess Elena, and on the fourth day came to him asking if she can go for a walk in the field to break the sorrow. Tsar Afron said:

- Ah, my beautiful princess Elena! I would do anything for you, of course I'll let you go outside for a walk!

And immediately ordered all the matrons and maids and royal servants to go with her.

Meanwhile prince Ivan was traveling with Elena the Beautiful, talking to her and almost forgot about the Gray Wolf, but remembered and said:

- Ah, where's my Gray Wolf?

Look, out of nowhere - Wolf appeared near the prince and said:

- Get on my back, prince Ivan, and let beautiful princess ride on the golden-maned stallion.

Prince Ivan got onto the Wolf's back and they went to tsar Dalmat's kingdom. They were traveling long or short, and when they've reached the kingdom, they've stayed about the miles out of town. Prince Ivan asked Gray Wolf:

- Listen, my dear friend, Gray Wolf! You've helped me with a lot, could you help me one last time? Could you turn into the golden-maned stallion instead of the real one, because I don't want to part with it?

Gray Wolf rolled over and turned into the golden-maned stallion.

Prince Ivan left princess Elena the Beautiful with the real stallion on the green meadow, got onto the Gray Wolf and headed to the tsar Dalmat's castle.

As soon as he got there, tsar Dalmat saw Ivan riding the golden-maned stallion, became really happy, immediately left his chambers, met Ivan at the wide courtyard, kissed him, took him by the right hand and led into white-stoned chambers.

Tsar Dalmat it of joy ordered to prepare a feast, and they sat at the oak tables, embroidered tablecloths, ate, drunk and has fun for two days and in the third day tsar Dalmat gave Ivan the Firebird in a golden cage.

Prince took the Firebird, went out of town, got onto the golden-maned stallion along with princess Elena the Beautiful and headed to his homeland, to the tsar Vyslav's kingdom.

Tsar Dalmat wanted to take a walk with his new stallion in the open field. He's ordered to saddle it up, mounted and went into the open field. But as soon as he spurred on the stallion, it threw Dalmat off his back, turned into Gray Wolf and ran after prince Ivan.

- Prince Ivan! - he said, - Get on my back and let princess Elena the Beautiful ride on the golden-maned stallion.

Prince Ivan got onto Gray Wolf's back and they headed off. When they've reached the place where Wolf killed prince Ivan's horse, he's stopped and said:

- Well, prince Ivan, I've served you faithfully for long enough. On this very place I tore your horse in half and to this place I've brought you back. Get off me, now you have golden-maned stallion, get on it and go wherever you want, I'm not helping you anymore.

Gray Wolf said those words and ran away, and prince Ivan wept bitterly about him and headed off with the beautiful princess.

They were riding for long or for short with beautiful princess Elena on the golden-maned stallion, and about twenty miles out of his kingdom they've stopped to get some rest and hide from the midday sun under the tree, tied golden-maned stallion to the same tree and put the cage with Firebird on the ground near them.

They were laying on the soft grass and talking sweet things and finally fell asleep.

Meanwhile Ivan's brothers, princes Dmitry and Vasily who traveled different lands and kingdoms and couldn't find the Firebird, were returning back empty-handed. They've stumbled upon sleeping prince Ivan with princess Elena the Beautiful.

When they saw gorgeous golden-maned stallion and Firebird in a golden cage, they got jealous and conspired to kill their brother prince Ivan.

Prince Dmitry took his sword, stabbed prince Ivan and hacked his body into pieces, then they woke up the princess Elena and started asking questions:

- Beautiful girl! What kingdom are you from, and who's your father, and what's your name?

Princess Elena the Beautiful saw Ivan dead and got really scared, wept bitterly and said in tears:

- I'm princess Elena the Beautiful, prince Ivan brought me here and you've viciously killed him! If you were noble knights, you would've called him into the open field and fought him honestly, but what honour you'll get from killing him in his sleep? Fighting sleeping person like stabbing already dead!

Then prince Dmitry pointed his sword art her chest and said:

- Listen, Elena the Beautiful! You are ours now. We'll bring you to our father, tsar Vyslav, an you will tell him, that it were us who found you, the golden-maned stallion and the Firebird. If you won't tell him that, I will kill you now!

Princess Elena the Beautiful, terrified to death, promised to say what they've ordered.

Then prince Dmitry and prince Vasily decided to cast lots to determine who gets the princess and who gets the stallion. And as a result, prince Vasily got the beautiful princess and prince Dmitry took the golden-maned stallion.

Prince Vasily grabbed princess Elena and put her onto his horse, prince Dmitry got onto the golden-maned stallion and took the Firebird to bring it to the tsar Vyslav, their father, and they headed off.

Prince Ivan were laying dead there for thirty days, until Gray Wolf ran by and recognised the smell. Wolf wanted to help him, bring him back, but didn't know how.

Then Gray Wolf noticed the raven with two kids flying over the corpse going to decent and feed upon prince Ivan's meat. Gray Wolf his behind the bushes and as soon as little ravens descended and started to eat the corpse, he jumped out, grabbed one of them and wanted to tear it apart. Then raven landed near the Wolf and said:

- Oh, Gray Wolf! Don't hurt my child, he didn't do anything bad to you.

- Listen, Raven! - said the Gray Wolf, - I don't touch your child and I'll let him go if you do me a favour: fly beyond the edge of the world and bring me Water of Life and Water of Death.

Raven answered:

- I'll do it for you, just don't touch my son.

He said so and flew away.

On the third day Raven came back and brought two vials - one with Water of Life, another with Water of Death - and gave them to the Gray Wolf.

Wolf took the vials, tore little Raven in half, sprinkled him with the Water of Death, and wounds healed, sprinkled with the Water of Life - and little Raven woke up and flew away. They Gray Wolf sprinkled prince Ivan with the Water of Death and his body fused together as if was, sprinkled with the Water of Life - and prince Ivan got up and said:

- I... Was asleep for so long!

Gray Wolf answered:

- Yes, prince Ivan, if it wasn't for me, you would've never woke up, because your brothers hacked you in pieces and took princess Elena the Beautiful, golden-maned stallion and the Firebird. You need to hurry home - your brother prince Vasily is doing to marry your bride today, the beautiful princess Elena. To make it faster, get on my back, I'll bring you there.

Prince Ivan got onto the Gray Wolf, Wolf bolted to the Vyslav's kingdom and soon ran to the town.

Prince Ivan got off the Wolf's back, went into town, came to the castle and saw his brother, prince Vasily marrying princess Elena the Beautiful, already walked from the altar and sits with her at the table.

Prince Ivan walked in and as soon as princess Elena saw him, she's ran out of the table, kissed him on the lips and shouted:

- This is my beloved groom, prince Ivan, and not the villain that sits at the table!

Tsar Vyslav stood up and asked princess Elena, what do her words mean, what she's talking about? And princess told him all the truth, what happened: how prince Ivan found her, got the golden-maned stallion and the Firebird, how his older brothers killed him in his sleep and threatened her to tell lies.

Tsar Vyslav got very angry at his sons, threw them into dungeon, and prince Ivan married princess Elena the Beautiful, and they've lived long with love and friendship so strong they couldn't part even for a minute.

The end.

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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The Word Of Your Body Duet (Roland x Rin Davies)

Andante, Andante

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: angst, bit of fluff mixed in with smut, one outdated word,

A/N: Everyone has their secrets, but sometimes we need someone to share them with. Roland just chooses his last night to let Rin in on his. This is a follow-up to Songbird

Roland sat on the edge of Rin's bed while she paced back and forth anxiously in front of him. Since he came over earlier in the evening, they only managed to kiss until their lips swelled. Rin had taken her gloves off, but refused to touch Roland anywhere with bare skin.

“I don't understand. You said I do nothing to ye?”

“You-you don't,” Rin stuttered. “At least not normally. This isn’t normal, Roland. We've known each other for over a year, and until yesterday neither of us have given any inkling that we are attracted to each other. I mean who wouldn't be attracted to you? Look at you, you're terribly handsome.”

Roland cocked an eyebrow, “Handsome in a terrible way. I'll admit t’the terrible part. I can be a bit..”

“Of a twat?”

“Much. It's the handsome part I don't know I’d agree with. There's not exactly a line around the block.”

“I just don't like surprises. I've had things happen.. To me. I can't take that again.”

Roland reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Rin’s jeans. He drew her down into his lap, his arms held her in place.

“First you’re giving me motion sickness watching all that back and forth. Second will ye just bloody touch me?! Anywhere, you'll see something I've never told anyone at this school. Not that I have friends besides you.”

Rin’s heart fell. That really couldn't be the truth? Roland wasn't all that bad, he was just a little.. blunt. Not that she had friends, present company aside. It was difficult for Rin to get close with anyone in case their true personalities showed through. She had a knack for telling people their feelings before they were even ready.

“What if I don't like what I see?”

“It's nothing that salacious. Just a wee bit I suppose,” there was a shrug in his shoulder. “If ye don't like it, ye never have t’see me again.”

“Why do you keep saying that like another semester won't roll around?”

“I'm moving to Perth,” he said matter of fact.

“AUSTRALIA?!” Rin was gobsmacked.

“Jupiter!” Roland gave a mock surprised face that teased the girl on his lap.

Rin shoved Roland somewhere between serious and playful. “Oh don't be a bastard!”

“I can't be one! My parents were married!” his brows furrowed in fake consternation. “As far as I know at least?” He stroked his chin in deep thought.

“Can you ever talk without sarcasm or snark?!”

“I'm like Tinkerbell, but I must be acerbic to live!”

Rin’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. The banter was so natural between them. In that weird way you never notice how much you want or need someone until they won't be there tomorrow. She became instantly pained. Rin had never felt as at-ease with anyone, sharing her secrets and her songs as openly as she did with Roland.

Now her voice was soft and sad, “What's in Oz you can't find here?”

“They offered me a place at their sister conservancy. I've got family over there too. What's left of them.”

Roland nudged his nose against Rin’s. He nuzzled downwards and along her cheek. Taking a chance in kissing her once more where his nose had been. He let his lips linger on her skin, so she knew he would be an open book if she wanted. Even if it was just a day or so before he left her.

Rin draped her arms around Roland’s shoulders before kissing him again. There was a heat, that taste of smoke. Of trailers and RVs all parked together around campfires and music. Then a spice of peppers as his tongue overpowered hers. His kisses taste like Travellers, once called Gypsy.

Roland’s mouth was hungry for her as he awkwardly reached for the hem of her shirt. Desperate to feel Rin, she could tell. All of her. There was nothing sinister about his intentions. Just fiddles and drums and whiskey.

In a blur of laughter and limbs, Rin and Roland clambered to their feet to strip down to their underwear. She flattened her scarred hands on his chest. For someone who could see into someone's mind or emotions, how did Rin miss his olive skin? Those subtle differences that would've given him such grief if others knew.

Rin said it out loud in the sudden quiet. only Roland’s wild heartbeat under her fingers and heavy breath that builds. “You're a gypsy.”

Her eyes focused on his body. An ache between her thighs as she glanced down at the erection inside of his boxers. He wasn't embarrassed. In fact, he was quite confident for Roland at this moment.

Roland’s hands were in Rin’s hair. Entangled so that they tugged her head upwards with a pleasurable pain. She was forced to meet his eyes as he leaned down to mesh his mouth with hers again. His tongue darted in swiftly before she reciprocated. He let his hands stray down over her body to the hook of her bra where he fumbled but only briefly before it came free.

“Not anymore,” Roland’s voice thick.

“I'm sorry. Traveller?” Rin was apologetic.

Her hips involuntarily pushed into his as she lightly brushed her fingers down his body. They traced around his waist to the small of his back. That dip just above the band of his boxers.

“No, I mean I'm not a Traveller or a gypsy anymore. Best assimilate with the other gorja. Being “normal” has made everything easier.”

There was a sadness now in Roland's flesh. It flowed just underneath the surface as Rin embraced him. Her experience with tents and churches and people “speaking in tongues” as her parents forced her to perform “miracles” on blind faith punters bubbled over her surface and spread to Roland’s.

“Wren. It wasn't like that. I'm sad because I miss them. I'm ashamed of turning my back on the people who raised me. That's where I fell in love with music. C’mon you’re ruining our last night!”

Roland let go and laid on the bed with his back to the wall. He propped himself up on his elbow and tapped the bed a few times. “Let me take care of you?” An eyebrow arched suggestively.

“You know what you're doing?”

Still, Rin laid down beside Roland on her back. He bent forward with a hand on her neck and pecked her lips softly. Once. Twice, before she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. They mingled and danced with each other as Rin slipped her hand inside the fly of Roland’s boxers so she could trace her fingers along his erection.

There was a sharp intake of breath as Roland’s stomach contracted at her touch. Rin knew it was more of a delighted surprise as her hand now curled around the shaft and began to stroke back and forth. Her fingertips worked up a friction as he finally exhaled heavily into her. Then, with just a moment’s hesitation, palmed her between the legs.

Rin’s turn to gasp in pleasure as he rubbed swift circles on her underwear. Teased her until a wetness formed that he pushed the fabric aside to get to. His fingers easily slid in and out of her until they almost started to play. Hooked and curved like she was guitar strings. Rin clenched her eyes shut in ecstasy as she broke the kiss to bury her hand at a pillow. With their guard down, Roland began to play.

Rin got lost in the way his fingers moved inside of her. They searched and learned as they went. She felt Roland’s eyes on her as he darted in over her G-Spot, but Rin thought that to be accidental. Still he forged on; only stopping when her body started to jerk just slightly. He kept at it once he realized that was her clit.

Roland craned again to cover Rin’s mouth with a kiss. His hand never ended manipulating her as he opened a door to her gifts. She was at her most vulnerable, and welcomed him in.

Roland stood just outside the caravan his family spent their summers. He and his Dá had their rows over the enrollment at the conservancy. How had he saved that much money, and why had he disobeyed the rules of the family? Every penny earned went to them, the community. Not some gorja school in Cork.

Roland knew if he left he would be excommunicated from them. He couldn't return, they would make sure he wouldn't be able to find them. Still, with his kit and guitar he looked ahead and never back. He wouldn't always blend in; when he hit it big, Roland would pay them their respect.

By first year's end, gifted students like him were set up with mentors. Someone who had been around the program for a few years. She was pretty with soul piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Roland was smitten.

Unused to outsiders who moved kind of slow compared to Traveller girls who weren't afforded time. They married by 17 or 18; his own mother was only 33 years old while Roland was 18. Yet in his culture, sex before marriage was unheard of. They dated in large chaperoned groups, and being alone with a woman was forbidden until marriage. His mentor took advantage of that. Of him.

It started the way some flings do, innocent flirting. Then one day as they sat side by side on the piano bench, she stopped playing and made a pattern of nothing on Roland’s thigh. She lightly scratched the denim material before passing over his crotch. Roland played faster to match his breathing as she started to tighten her grip on his noticeable erection. She unzipped his jeans, delved inside his boxers to take his naked cock in her hand. His improvised playing matched the way she began to jerk him off. Frenzied. Clandestine. Wanton. His music and the way he felt were both.. Perfect.

That's the way she did it. Told him it was more fun to keep it hidden. Just between them when it was their time in the practice suites. How powerful it made Roland feel to have a secret like that. How she went down on him some days. Or when they finally fucked (Roland was convinced it was more) on the piano bench. She rode him while he admitted he loved her. He always said he loved her. She would ignore him.

His scores faltered a bit, but his teachers agreed it was probably the adjustment to conservancy life. He was still better than nearly everyone, which made his head grow. Until one afternoon when they were in the room. A surprise.

Roland laid on top of Rin, her legs bent around him. He dug through the pockets of his jeans almost frantically. He was pressed hard into her thigh, but Rin urged him inside of her.

“What are you doing?”

“I forgot a condom.”

“Doesn't matter”

“Do ye really want t’have a baby with someone like me?”

“I can't have them,” Rin was matter of fact.

“Oh.. I'm sorry?” Roland pushed up on one arm to get a better look at her.

“I don't know if you should be. I'm not exactly chuffed with myself half days, imagine me as a mum. With my,” she held her hands aloft. Roland kissed them.

“Then you're meant for so much more.” It was a whisper as he sunk inside of his friend.

Rin’s breath caught in her throat for the hundredth time that evening. She held Roland as he moved in her the same way his fingers had. Her hands splayed along his shoulders as they found a cadence; silent except for their breathing. Roland’s heavy. Rin's airy as she realized a little more about him.

She was married. With a little girl about 7 or 8. Roland knew her husband as the head of the classical music department. Roland’s department. He listened as they talked about him like an art exhibit instead of a human. technique not passion.

But the husband found out, and Roland was placed in the folk music program. It just made him heart sick for Ireland and caravans and Sunday night cèilidh. How he couldn't go back, but she had stopped him from moving forward. Folk music, HIS music, required love and emotion and Roland had been told he was only good for the technical.

Then he did something he hadn't done since he was 3 or 4, Roland just stopped. He'd play something that was mechanical and cold and hard like he would become. Even if Rin had changed his view these past few months.

Rin loved Roland in that moment as he rocked harder and faster. And he loved her. It wasn't the romantic kind; that was ok too. Sometimes you just need a partner to play music with.

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She just laid there, staring at the ceiling, unsure of whether to cry or laugh. Either way, it was over. Ara had sat her psychology finals, failed them inevitably, and binged on three hours of dramas and ice-cream out of self-pity. Ah, what a life. Rolling over at the sound of her phone, she answered with an empty voice.

'Yeoboseyo?'

'Eonnie~' a voice answered on the opposite end, dripping with honey.

'What do you want, Choi Hyun?' Ara asked, very obviously not in the mood to entertain the younger girl.

'Whatever do you mean?' Hyun exclaimed, feigning offendedness. When Ara gave no reply, she sighed and dropped the act. 'Fine, I'm hungry. Feed me. I'm at the cafe right now.' Of course, Ara knew exactly where she was, and why she was there instead of studying.

'You're procrastinating,' Ara stated simply. There was an incoherent grumble on the other side. Abruptly getting up, Ara headed to her room. 'Welp, if you fail your finals, that's on you. But who am I to say no to the dalgona coffee calling my name?' With that, Ara cut the call and got ready. Within minutes, she was out of the apartment and on her way to their favourite cafe. Once she was outside, she caught sight of Hyun frantically waving at her. She smiled to herself as she headed towards her.

'Annyeong!' Hyun called brightly when she was near. Ara rolled her eyes at Hyun's overly energetic nature. She already knew that all that energy would be diminished by Hyun's next visit to the cafe, which would inevitably be a pity drink.

'I already ordered,' Hyun told Ara. Ara nodded in reply. As they waited, Ara watched the girl. She silently tried prodding at her mind, but Hyun instantly tensed up.

'What the hell. What are you doing?' Hyun growled. Ara instantly regretted her actions, but she didn't admit it. Instead, she glanced away.

'So, I heard you're supervising the hit tonight,' Ara said. Hyun glared at her.

'Yes, I am. You could've asked like a normal person if you wanted to know so bad.' Ara muttered an apology. Within moments, the younger girl softened, unable to keep mad at Ara for too long.

'Anyway,' Hyun said softly, 'you look miserable.' Ara chuckled mirthlessly. 'Do you wanna join tonight?' Ara raised an eyebrow at Hyun's request. She would've said no immediately in any other circumstance, but she needed something to take her mind off the pitiful exams. She considered silently, noting how Hyun watched her much too carefully.

'Come on, I'll just tell the soldiers that you're a new capo-in-training, and none of my capos are stupid enough to tell them otherwise. The soldiers have never seen your face anyway,' Hyun begged.

'Fine,' Ara agreed after a while. The smile that lit up on Hyun's face made it worth it.

'Aigoo~ my baby's so cute,' Ara cooed, squishing Hyun's cheeks. Hyun only pouted at Ara's words but didn't reject her. In the back of her head, Ara wondered how the innocent child in front of her could be someone else entirely given the situation. At that moment, Hyun only seemed like an ordinary college student actively procrastinating from her finals, not a mafia underboss planning her next hit which would involve plenty of bloodshed. Sighing, Ara let go of Hyun's cheeks and sat back down comfortably.

Their drinks didn't take long to arrive. As soon as Hyun had received her's, she subtly sniffed her milkshake before taking the smallest of sips. That was all it took to break the enchanting facade of a normal life that had momentarily manifested in Ara's head. They were anything but ordinary students with ordinary lives. From there, their conversation took a turn into dangerous territory that required them to whisper. By the end of the conversation, quite a number of people were as good as dead.

'You head back to the dorms to study as much as you can before tonight. I'll get to HQ a little early today and figure out the logistics of me joining the hit with Hwa. I'll be seeing you around twelve,' Ara instructed. Hyun nodded, waving her goodbye. Ara waved back and turned to make her way to her headquarters.

The girl used the usual hardware store route to get there. Once she was inside the safety of HQ, she headed straight to the Prep Room. Hwa was already there, getting the designated team for the hit ready. Hwa's eyes momentarily widened at the sight of Ara entering the room unannounced but she quickly composed herself.

'Ah, what are you doing here?' Hwa asked off-handedly.

'baeB sent me to observe the hit as a capo-in-training,' Ara replied, bowing to the soldiers and other caporegimes in the room. They all mumbled their introductions, too focused on their roles to pay attention to her. Ara nodded discreetly at Hwa before strapping on sheaths and filling them up with various weapons from the wall. Once Ara had her twin pistols sitting on her sides, she listened as Hwa delivered a rundown of the mission.

'Listen carefully, everyone,' Hwa ordered, all the attention in the room becoming trained on her. Ara quietly admired the way Hwa managed to command attention so easily. 'Everyone must always remain in contact with me. If at any given moment, the connection is cut, abort mission. We've only managed to figure out around 80% of the schematics of the target building.

'Fortunately, we already have a clear, direct route to and from the area where the girls are kept and a secondary route just in case. But remember, we don't know what surprises are waiting for us, so dessert mission at all costs if you become disconnected with HQ,' Roze explained, handing out their earpieces. She then went over the individual routes and roles.

'Z-' Roze called, almost revealing the mafia boss's identity, 'Zaych, as a capo-in-training, you'll be sticking with the hit supervisor, baeB.' Ara nodded, internally groaning at the annoying name Hwa had come up with. Ara nodded, heading to the hall behind the Prep Room among the rest of the soldiers and capos who were either lounging around or warming up. Trisha, NTMR's main sniper, and one of the capos who knew ZH personally, smirked when Ara approached her.

'So, didn't expect you to be on the mission,' Trisha said nonchalantly, practicing her aim.

'Uni's getting on my nerves,' Ara mumbled in reply. Beside her, RizQueen suddenly materialised.

'So, big boss lady's on the mission?' she asked, her trademark mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. Ara continued to idly converse with the two until baeB arrived.

The moment Hyun had stepped into the room, a sudden energy took over. The room was ablaze with fiery determination. Without a moment's delay, everyone organised themselves into their squads, ready to take orders.

'Ok girls, this is one of the last few hits before all the labs are destroyed. This one's riskier than the others, so stay alert and always keep in communication with HQ. We're all heading out in five, so be prepared.

'Trisha's squad, you guys take the upper route, keep your distance and alert us on the ground if anything happens. Eliminate any dangers before they can reach us. RizQueen, you and your squad are coming with me on the direct route. Squad three is guarding the outside and waiting along the secondary route in case of an emergency,' baeB ordered. 'Ok, let's go.' Hyun motioned Ara over, nodding subtly and not saying much else.

The drive to the target was short and quiet, everyone reviewing the plan by themselves. Every once in awhile, Ara caught sight of Hoon flying alongside them through the windows. Once they had stepped foot on the land, all of them became eerily quiet, even the loud-mouth of an underboss. With silent motions, baeB had sent all the squads in their separate directions.

baeB made a series of bird-like sounds quietly to Hoon who was perched on her shoulder. Soon enough, the bird took off again, following Trisha's squad. With another nod, they all approached the building, slipping in through an abandoned side door. No doubt, all the security cameras in the vicinity had already been hacked into from back at the base.

'Ok, advance through this door. It'll lead you to a hallway. Take the second left,' Hwa's voice said through Ara's earpiece. The squad looked at each other once before approaching. Ara watched as baeB nudged RizQueen who instantly disappeared into thin air.

They all stuck to the shadows, slinking through until they found the second left. Everything was progressing brilliantly until suddenly, a man in white stepped out of a room. He only had enough time to widen his eyes and open his mouth when one of the soldiers sent a blade flying in his direction. In a matter of seconds, the light left his eyes and his body was slumped against the wall. Without hesitation, the squad kept going.

The slow pace of the hit started to irk Ara. Without warning, she poked baeB, motioning ahead and left without waiting for her reaction. As Ara walked through the lone hallways, she encountered a few more "scientists", but quickly took care of them with a pull of her trigger. Finally, listening to Hwa's directions, she arrived at a large set of double doors. Pushing them open as quietly as she could, her jaw dropped open. Hundreds upon hundreds of beds were lined up against the walls, each with a girl lying in them.

Most of them were asleep, but one who was most likely returning from the bathroom, caught sight of her. Instead of screaming, the girl only wordlessly made her way back to her bed. Before she could, Ara grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The girl didn't resist.

The utter lack of will within the girl stoked an enraged part of Ara. All these girls were broken down until they no longer cared about anything or anyone. They didn't have it in them to care, because if they did, they'd be broken all over again. The hopelessness only reminded Ara of her own lab days. Soon, the rest of the squad had arrived at the hall. They all took a moment to take it all in.

'Ok, now-' Hwa's voice suddenly cut off. Ara immediately turned to look at baeB, but the younger girl's face was a reflection of hers. Everyone around her frantically filed out of the room. Ara tried to call them back, but she had no power over them, not as long as she was "Zaych".

'Tell them to come back. We're almost done, come on. We just need to take them back,' Ara whisper-shouted at baeB. Hyun seemed torn between ordering them back and pulling Ara along with the rest.

'The connection isn't meant to cut. Something's wrong,' baeB said, alert. Even as she talked, a loud screech resonated through the hall. A sudden panic took hold of them all as the underboss shouted one, singular word.

'RUN!' With that, they all turned, some of them even reached the mouth of the secondary exit. baeB, who was at the back along with ZH, grabbed her arm, pulled her through the door, and threw her down. Even though Ara screamed with all her might, desperately trying to grab even a few girls, nothing stopped the explosion that burst through the room. She watched as everything and every person in the room was obliterated into pieces.

From there, she didn't remember much, registering only someone pulling her up and out of the building. Everything around her was chaos and she was stuck in her own bubble of torment. By the time the two squads were out of the building, the rest of it was up in flames.

The van ride to HQ was just a blur, and only once baeB had pulled her out did Ara notice that the girl from the lab was still clinging onto her. A strange spark lit up in her eyes, completely foreign to her sunken face and bony features. Ara didn't want to let go of the girl either, but she couldn't find her voice in time before baeB pulled her away.

Ara followed Hyun into the lowest level of HQ: baeB's personal torture cells.

'We managed to take one of the scientists,' a soldier said, already inside the cell. Next to her, a man in the white lab coat was kneeling. He was bruised and bloody, his clothes singed from the bombing.

'Get out,' baeB growled at the soldier who left in a heartbeat. Cracking her neck, the younger girl's entire body was on fire. The rage that rolled off her was enough to make the man cower. Hyun grabbed the daggers on her belt and held them up against his neck, drawing blood. The maniacal look about her told Ara so much of what Hyun wanted to do, but before she could begin, Ara held a hand out.

Hyun struggled to hold back but stepped back at the boss's order.

'Let me,' Ara whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

She stepped up to the man, holding up his chin.

'Why?' she whispered once. The man, unable to answer only whimpered before the storm hit. Without any warning, Ara ripped through his head with only one question "why?". The screams that came out of his mouth were blood-curdling, but that didn't stop Ara. She didn't care what she found, but she kept pulling away at all his thoughts until he was laying on the floor, his mind too broken to manage his body.

Ara fell to her knees, her own head pounding against her skull and tears streaming down her face. All those girls had spent their whole lives in those wretched labs, getting experimented on ruthlessly and then thrown out when they were of no more use. They didn't deserve any of it, especially not the end they had faced.

A reassuring hand placed itself on Ara's shoulder, calmly guiding her up and out of the cells.

'I'll finish up here. You should go get some rest,' Hyun whispered. Ara nodded, wondering how she would ever be able to rest after losing so many lives right in front of her eyes.

An extra-long chapter!! Hope you guys enjoyed!

And I'll warn everyone right now; if you can't tell already, this story will include many triggering scenes, lots of blood and gore and death. A lot of my characters have gone through several forms of trauma and if anyone is uncomfortable with these themes, I advise you to stop reading.

Other than that, please proceed! :)

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Bakugou X Reader

Okay, well, I wrote this a while ago, so I'm posting it as my first post haha. Um. Ok here are the TW so if you're not comfortable please don't read!

Also, please read until the end :D it gets better

I was listening to this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ~

Tw: slight smut, fluff, described violence (mineta yk), coronavirus

"So everyone stays inside, no going to the grocery store, the food will get transported every week. The school will be off until health is guaranteed. Understood?" Aizawa sternly announced over Iida's phone as everyone in the UA 1A dorms stood around it, in the common area.

There had been a deadly virus spread, and they called it Covid 19, or Corona.

No one really understood how the fuck this virus started, more so why the most infected was Asia, but they understood the rules they were given.

"Yes sensei. Thank you for telling us. Have a good night." Iida answered as he hung up. It was currently around 7 PM, so most of the students were in either PJ's or workout clothes (khm Kiri).

"What the fuck?!" Bakugou yelled as he rubbed his eye. He was about to go to bed, actually, so this was pretty annoying. I mean, they're under literal house arrest. How the fuck are heroes supposed to act?

"Well, everyone heard Aizawa sensei. You can keep doing whatever you were doing, just no going outside. As long as we're inside, everyone will be okay." Iida said as he quickly bowed to everyone, leaving to go to his room.

"Sounds kind of made up, don't you think?" Denki said as he fell on the couch, his head falling on Sero's lap.

"Kind of," Mina said as she sat down next to him, putting his sprawled out feet on her lap.

"Everyone inside at all times. Girls. This is heaven." Mineta mumbled as he drooled next to the table in between the two couches, before getting a kick to the face that sent him flying to the other side of the room.

"Shut the fuck up you perverted asswipe," Y/n said as she sat down next to Mina, resting the back of her head on her shoulder as she opened her phone, going on social media to check if this virus is actually real. Which, if it was, concerned her a lot. The crimes are definitely gonna go up and isn't this the perfect opportunity for the LOV to attack, AGAIN?

"Thanks, babes." Mina said as she pat Y/n head, earning a tiny smile.

"Yup, it's real. Twitter is swarming with it." Y/n added, answering Denki's earlier question. By now, everyone was either on the couches or the floor in front of the couches.

"Damn, lemme see," Denki answered as he put his arm out, palm open as he quickly made a grabbing motion.

Y/n went to hand it to him, but it got snatched away by the angry blonde she always kind of adored. He was mean, but have you seen him blush? It was the cutest thing in the world.

He scanned the phone as he scrolled down, reading a load of media bullshit before his eyes widened, groaning. He threw the phone back at Y/n, which ended up hitting her flat on the face. "Ow." She said bored as she scanned her phone, seeing a random, and obviously photoshopped, Kamui woods nude. She laughed as she showed the poorly edited picture to Mina, who also laughed.

"What the fucks wrong with you," Bakugou mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

Y/n shrugged as she hid the photo, before handing the phone to Denki like she originally planned. He read over the news, sighing as he handed her back the phone with a black phone case on it.

"How stupid," Denki added as he snugged his head into Sero's lap.

"Whatever. Im gonna go to my room. Goodnight to all the bad bitches and Mineta. No, actually, fuck you, Mineta." Y/n said as she stood up, Kissing Mina's cheek.

People mumbled goodnight as she walked to the elevator, feeling the sensation of being followed. She glanced behind her, seeing the angry blonde as she smirked to herself, before regaining her composure. She favored him more than Mina, which was pretty weird.

"Sleepy?" She asked with a smirk as the two of them walked into the elevator, both with their hands deep into their pockets. She pulled one hand out, clicking the number for the 4th floor. They had actually gotten much closer ever since the summer training camp incident. Bakugou actually had a lot of PTSD and nightmares, resulting in serious panic attacks in the middle of the night, as well as the middle of the day, and since he knew Y/n used to go through it too, he somehow got forced to tell her. Y/n was glad he did because he was able to text or call her whenever he had one of them, making her always be there to help. She never asked for anything in return, which Bakugou found weird. He wondered why, anyone really, would want to help him without asking for something in return. He was also really weirded out by the fact that she was awake at 5 AM every other night.

"Tch, shut up. At least I sleep." He answered as he leaned on the glass wall of the elevator. The glass was clear, but thick, for safety and family-friendly reasons.

"Oh shut up. It's not my fault I have insomnia." She averted her eyes as he furrowed her brows a bit. She had insomnia ever since Bakugou got kidnapped. She had actually really liked his personality, meaning she liked him. Not in a romantic way though. (Yet)

Once she saw him get taken before her eyes, it was the only thing she saw when she fell asleep, as well as worst-case scenarios. So, she gave up on trying to sleep. Once he was safely returned, she expected everything to go back to normal, but it didn't. She even tried taking melatonin, but it didn't help. So, over time, she developed small purple eye bags. Nothing too serious, but everyone knew she had insomnia. And why. Except for Bakugou. She asked everyone nicely (which wasn't her best trait) not to tell him, so he doesn't feel guilty. Even though he would deny it, she knew he would feel that way at one point.

The elevator let out a ding as the doors opened, letting them exit as they both went the same direction. Since Y/n wasn't allowed to live in the dorms at first, and most of the rooms were taken, they put her on the boys side, the fourth floor, far far away from Mineta. Y/n was actually caught beating the shit out of him 2 times behind the school. Well, she did it more than 2 times. That was only when they caught her. To be frank, Mineta annoyed and frustrated her to no ends, and the fact that he didn't even bother stopping after being beaten up multiple times, says something. Yes, that was a bit violent, but sexual harassment was not a joke. At least not to her. She would've been suspended, but then they'd have to suspend Mineta as well, which wasn't their top priority. Not that he favored him or anything, and by he I mean Aizawa, he actually hated the little shit, but he couldn't admit that to anyone. Mineta was still a student.

She opened her door as Bakugou took a couple more steps, opening the door right next to hers. "Good night B. Call me if anything happens, okay?" She asked seriously as she smiled at him.

"Tch." Bakugou retorted as he nodded his head, barely, but she noticed as she smiled before going in.

Bakugou was really grateful for Y/n. Not that he'd even admit it to, even himself, but he actually was. She was one of the blunter and mean people in the class, except for those she liked, so he felt like someone actually cared. Everyone else was way too nice. And, to be real, he actually admired that. She always told the truth, no matter how harsh it was, but if it was to someone she liked, her words were more gentle. She wasn't a person to lie to either. Every time, anyone really, lied to her, she knew. It was like an instinct. She was really special. To think someone random he met would comfort him and try more than his own mother is unimaginable. She never lost her temper around him, and if she did, she would smile as leave for a minute to cool off. The scary thing about her was, she knows how to control her emotions. She knows exactly what to say every time. She knows self-control better than anyone.

Bakugou sighed as he stepped into his room, taking his shirt off as he went to his closet, taking out towels, pajamas, and his toothbrush and toothpaste. Bakugou liked to go to sleep early since he was disciplined, but he also liked to hope that would make his nightmares go away. He hated his PTSD. It was his worst enemy. Worse than any villain. He felt like he was weak. Not his body, but his mind. Like he was too weak to take one traumatic experience, when people had many.

Y/n set her phone on her bed as she took her pajamas and towels, as well as her hygiene stuff. Her room was pretty clean, some random clothes were thrown around, but the rest was pretty nice. Her bed had pretty, white sheets, some faint stains on them, and it was in the corner of her room. Next to that was a balcony, and then her closet. The rest of it was just random decorations and paintings she made and liked.

She left her room at the same time as Bakugou as she looked at him, smiling before waiting for him so they walk to the showers together. He rolled his eyes playfully as he tried his best not to smile. "Wanna shower together?" She said as she winked at the slightly taller boy, whose face erupted into a blushing ness at her comment making her chuckle. "Shut the fuck up." Bakugou mumbled as they stepped into the elevator, which was surprisingly still there, clicking on the first-floor button.

"If that pervert tries anything, tell me." He said as he tried to start a conversation, barely think about his words.

"Pft, why? I beat him up multiple times. At this point, I know all his weak spots and how not to leave marks." She smirked as she nudged Bakugou's shoulder with her elbow, before resting her head on it. "But thank you for worrying. I appreciate it." She said as she softly smiled. The elevator seemed to move slower as Bakugou's heartbeat increased. Every time they made physical contact, he'd get flustered. It kind of made him annoyed that his body could give in so easily.

"Do you want me to sleep in your dorm tonight?" She asked as she glanced up at him, still leaning on his bare shoulder.

Bakugou shook his head no, as the doors opened, causing her to pull herself away from him and walk out together.

Y/n and Bakugou were known as best friends around the class. Even Aizawa knew it. He also knew about Bakugou's nightmares, hence he let Y/n sleepover in Bakugou's room anytime she wants. Aizawa, as well as the rest of the class, knew that she was the only one able to calm him down in said situations. Some girls were jealous since Bakugou had a soft spot for her, but she never used that to her advantage.

Y/n waved, wiggling her fingers as they went separate ways, each into the bathroom of their gender.

Y/n set her stuff down as she stepped into a shower, turning on the water as she did her hygiene, as well as washing her body and hair. Once she was done, she put her PJ's on and brushed her teeth after.

Y/n turned her body as she went to leave the bathroom, but her knee hit something. Y/n looked down, spotting the familiar purple sex offender in front of her, smirking with only underwear on.

Y/n groaned as she tilted her head back, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, sexy." He said with a lisp as he walked into the girl's bathroom, closing the door.

Y/n looked at him, already knowing what he was going to fail at trying, so she played along. Y/n smirked as she leaned over, locking the door behind him, before going back, crouching down to his height. She was still smirking, which somehow only made Mineta horny, instead of alarmed.

"Okay. I guess I was playing hard to get. Come here." She smiled as she stood up, walking further away from the door. Mineta's eyes widened as he jogged up to her, placing his hands on her hips. It took every muscle in her body not to puke, but she managed to keep calm.

"But I'm more into tying." She said as she took one of the towels the girls used to clean the floors, putting it around the gremlin's eyes. He was smirking hard as Y/n noticed a tiny thing sticking out of his pants.

"Oh, you naughty girl." He said as he allowed her to tie him up completely, hands and ankles involved.

After she was done, Y/n stood up, chuckling.

"Did you really think I was going to fuck you?" She laughed as she picked him up by the hem of his shirt easily, walking over to the door, ignoring his voice filled with confusion.

"This is the last time I beat you up. If there's a next time, you won't make it out alive. I don't care if Im suspended or expelled for committing murder, as long as you're dead." She said slyly in his ear as she slammed his face into the tiles on the wall, earning a cry and groan from him. She actually held back a lot. She could've broken his skull with that hit, but she held back. His nose wasn't even

broken.

"Y/n? What the fuck was that? Are you okay?" Bakugous voice asked roughly from the other side as the doorknob jiggled. Y/n was still smirking as she scanned Mineta's bloody nose. She unlocked the door as she looked at Bakugou with an innocent smile. "I'm okay. He just tried to do something with me, that's all." She said as she stepped out to see a very angry Bakugou glaring at Mineta in Y/n's hand.

Bakugou went to jump on him, and probably kill him, but Y/n put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back as she kissed his cheek. "It's okay now. You can go to bed." She smiled as she left, entering the common room, earning a few confused looks from students that were still in there.

"Uh, Y/n. What are you doing?" Denki asked as he scanned the bloody and tied up Mineta, furrowing his brows as Mina laughed next to him.

"Oh, nothing, just my usual nightly activities. Sero, could you help me?" She asked as she smiled at Sero who looked at her concerned.

"Uh, sure? What's up?" He asked as he stood up, walking over to her, ignoring Mineta's yells. "Just some tape. Thank you." She said as she smiled at him. Sero reluctantly shot some tape out, ripping it as he handed it to her, earning a kiss on the cheek.

Y/n walked up to in front of the common room TV as she took a chair, ignoring everyone's stares as she taped Mineta up to the wall above the TV. "If anyone takes him down before the morning you come to talk to me okay?" She said as she looked at everyone who nodded, before she smiled, bowing. "Thank you." She said as she left the common room, taking Bakugou's hand as they walked back to the elevator. Bakugou's hair was damp, the ends of his spikes tilting downwards as she smiled, ruffling his hair.

"What did he do?" Bakugou asked, almost in a growl as she cracked his knuckles. Y/n put her hands over Bakugou's, stopping the cracking. "Don't crack your fingers. It's bad for your joints." She said as they went into the elevator.

* * *

It was around 3:26 AM, and Y/n was in her dorm, eating ice cream and watching TikTok. She chuckled at a random video as she scrolled, eating a spoonful of chocolate ice cream. As she went to take another bite, she heard two knocks on the wall behind her head. Her head shot up as she set her phone down, carrying her pint of ice cream as she quietly left her room, opening Bakugou's door as she went inside, locking it behind her.

In front of her, on his bed, was the same scene she had been seeing almost every night. Bakugou, red puffy eyes, and cheeks, sitting leaned onto the wall, on the other side of which was Y/n's bed, with his arms hugging his knees.

Y/n sighed as she took the spoon out of her mouth, walking over to Bakugou as she set the ice cream next to her, cupping his cheeks as she made him look into her eyes.

"It's okay my love. It's okay." She whispered as she pushed his knees down, straightening them as she sat on his upper thighs, hugging him tightly. Y/n started calling him the nickname a while ago, so it wasn't weird to either of them. He actually found it very comforting. And she was just happy to be able to help and connect. Well, maybe she needed some reassuring as well.

Bakugou squeezed her tight with his arms wrapped around her waist, intertwining with each other. He sobbed into her shoulder as he shook, making the girl sigh. She hated that he had to go through this, but it had gotten better. He used to have nightmares even when napping but after some reassurance from Y/n, it had gotten better. Y/n's goal was to just get him to feel good again. No nightmares. He refused to go to therapy, so Y/n started researching and going to a therapist herself to learn how to help him. It wasn't the best, but she tried.

"I know. Focus on my breathing okay? On my heartbeat." She mumbled as she started balancing her breathing, hoping he'd follow along, which he thankfully did. Bakugou inhaled, shaking, as he tried to follow her breathing, trying his best. Since Y/n and Bakugou were room to room, they both put their beds on the same side of the wall connecting them and using a knocking technique to decipher. 1 knock meant a flashback. 2 knocks were a nightmare. And 3 knocks was a full-on panic attack. Bakugou rarely ever used three knocks, even though he had panic attacks more than nightmares, but he wanted not to be seen as weak. He thought that she had already seen him in such a weak state, she didn't need to think he was even more of a crybaby.

Once Bakugou managed to calm down a bit, she pulled back, still hugging him as she put her forehead on his. She looked into his piercing red eyes as she blinked slowly, smiling at him. Bakugou's view went to her lips for a second, before quickly returning back to her eyes. Y/n smiled surprised. He had done that a couple of times, but she always ignored it, thinking he just didn't want eye contact. But, this time, he started leaning in slowly. At first, she didn't notice it, but when she did, she looked at his eyes. He looked back as he blinked a couple of times, finally closing the gap as he kissed her gently. It wasn't a french kiss or anything. More like a long peck. Both of their eyes closed as they kissed before Bakugou pulled back. Y/n chuckled as she raised her hand, putting it in his hair. "Didn't think you had the balls for that." She whispered as she smiled at him. His brows furrowed as he made a tch noise before kissing her again, this time a bit more passionately.

Y/n kissed back as she smiled into the kiss. She had never thought he'd do this, and she could bet her life he'd regret it in the morning. This is just the heat of the moment, and she was sad that was all it was, but she had made peace with the fact that the only label Bakugou wanted, was the #1 hero. Not a boyfriend.

Y/n felt a warm sensation on her bottom lip as her eyes shot open, looking at Bakugou's closed ones. She felt a gentle tug on her hair as she opened her mouth slightly to protest, but he had already put his tongue in her mouth, twirling it around hers. Y/n blinked a couple of times before he pulled back, licking his lips after. "Do you have chocolate?" He asked as he looked at her confused.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she moved off of him, taking the pint of ice cream with a single spoon, setting it next to her as she sat to the right of him.

Bakugou's arms extended as he grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his lap as she yelped quietly. He smirked at the small blush he could see in the moonlight as she rolled her eyes and picking the food up, taking a spoonful and putting it up to his mouth. Bakugou's mouth opened as he took the ice cream. Y/n went to have a spoon herself, but a hand snaked up to the nape of her neck as his arm pushed her lips back onto his, transferring some of the ice cream into her mouth with his tongue. Y/n's eyes widened as she pulled back, swallowing the ice cream and licking her lips as looked at him with a grimace. "Ew, you're disgusting!" She said as she chuckled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Bakugou chuckled as well as he licked his lips, swallowing the treat in his mouth. "More." He said as he opened his mouth, motioning to the ice cream.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took another spoon, putting it in his mouth as she moved her hips a bit to make herself comfortable, shifting her feet as well. Bakugou's eyes widened as he blinked, grabbing her hips roughly. "Don't. Move." He said as she furrowed her brows, before feeling something poke her from underneath. Her eyes widened as well as she looked down, before looking at Bakugou again, who aggressively swallowed whatever was left, groaning as he put his head in the crook of her neck. "This is all your fault." He mumbled into her shoulder as she blushed hard.

She did NOT expect that at all. She just wanted to comfort him at 4 am without thinking about getting railed, but here we are.

"So what the fuck do I do now." She whispered as she blushed even deeper, staring at the wall in front of her. This wasn't uncomfortable or anything, but it was quite awkward. She might have been a virgin, but she knew stuff. And she knew boners don't leave on their own.

"Ugh. Fuck." Bakugou groaned as he dug his head deeper into her neck. He was embarrassed, yes, but the thing that annoyed him was how he already knew what he wanted her to do. He could picture the whole scenario in his head, making him even harder. He really just hated himself right then.

"Um. So. I guess we're stuck." She said as she felt an itch on her inner thigh. "Oh no." She whispered as her eyes fell. How was she gonna explain this one.

"What." Bakugou mumbled as his voice was muffled from her hoodie. It was pure agony. But, he'd rather this happen with her than anyone else.

"Um. My thigh itches. Like...bad." She said as she gripped onto his shirt from the mix of horniness and itches. It was almost getting painful, so before Bakugou could answer, she moved her hips back and forth a couple of times as she felt his member poke harder. A small smirk made its way to her lips as she heard Bakugou's low groans. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she felt like she was in charge.

"Stop. Ugh, stop moving." He managed to groan out as he squeezed her hips tighter, resulting in a low moan from her. Both of their eyes widened as she blushed again, and Bakugou got even harder.

"Can. Can I just like. Ugh, it feels annoying saying it." She said as she put her head on top of his, wanting to disappear.

"Then. Ngh. Then just do it." He said as quickly as he could before she took a deep breath.

"Don't hate me in the morning." She whispered as she closed her eyes starting to slowly sway her hips back and forth. The thin biker shorts she was wearing were starting to get wet from her already soaked underwear, and he could feel it. Low groans escaped him as his breathing deepened. He never thought this would happen after a fucking panic attack, especially not in the middle of the night, but never say never I guess.

Only one thing was on Y/n's mind as she swayed a bit faster with every move. That was, how did I even get here? She never even wanted to lose her virginity in high school, and even though this technically wasn't it, she was sure this wasn't the only time it would happen. Whimpers left her slightly open mouth as she gripped her arms around his neck, the small sounds turning Bakugou even more as his brain just said 'fuck it'.

Bakugou swiftly turned the tables as Y/n was now kissing him, still in his lap, but pushed down a bit more. Her eyes widened slightly as she finally saw his red, sparkly eyes again. They were red from crying earlier and half-lidded, making him look even more attractive. He broke the kiss as his hand traveled up, behind her head, on the back of her neck as he hugged her again, stopping her movements.

She was confused. Was she doing anything wrong? Was he done? Is this what it's like? One way or another, she felt small kisses on her collar bone as her eyes were closed. Small bites and sucks were what Bakugou did to her collarbone, leaving tiny red hickeys. Once she realized what he was doing, she smiled as she pulled his head up. She smiled before kissing him as he stood up without warning, setting her on his bed next to him in a cuddling position. They were still facing each other as his hand was cupping her face as he looked her deep in the eye. "Go to sleep, my love." He mocked tiredly as he closed his eyes with a tiny grin, earning one from her.

"Fuck off." She mumbled as she rolled her eyes, placing her forehead on his. She hadnt expected any if this, but she was glad it happened. And, sure enough, she fell asleep. The funny thing is, Bakugou didn't have any other attacks that night.

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5x03 The Death Song of Uther Pendragon

Arthur went out to collect firewood while Merlin watched over the dying lady 🥺

They saved a woman from being burned at the stake for sorcery and she repays them with a super powerful magic artifact

"He's always like this at the anniversary of his coronation."

"I thought it was a cause for celebration?"

"It is, but it's also the anniversary of Uther's death."

I would like to refer everyone back to my 4x03 post where I point out that Uther was stabbed on Arthur's birthday, which is also the anniversary of his mother's death. Uther would've died a day or two later. So within the span of let's say, half a week, Arthur's got his birthday, his mother's death anniversary, his father's death anniversary, and his coronation. He needs a hug. It's gotta be the hardest week of the year for him, every year. Speaking from personal experience, I know I wouldn't be anywhere near as upright as Arthur is, for all his thousand yard staring.

It's a very nice sarcophagus but what is going on with Uther's left leg?

No srsly wut is this

Is it reeeeally swollen? Did he break his ankle in the fight or perhaps when he fell?

Ok I'll stop being mean

The ONE time Merlin knocks

You think this was a sex thing? I think it might've been a sex thing.

Spirit!Uther, while traumatizing in his own right, still isn't as frightening as actual King Uther could be.

Oooof I have Things To Say™️ about this. The reason Arthur chooses to use the horn, to use magic, is because, "there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of the thing I wish I'd said to him." But when he gets to speak to Uther, he doesn't actually get to say very much at all, because Uther immediately begins criticizing everything he's done as king. Arthur doesn't get what he sought at all, instead of an opportunity to tell his father any of the things he wished to say, he gets spoken to, harshly criticized. It's a major blow. And he says as much, when the single man tear spills over and he says "this can't be the last time I ever see you" - yes the line is foreshadowing Uther's haunting of Camelot but it's also signaling that Arthur's been traumatized; he went from having had his father mortally wounded in saving Arthur's own life, to having seen his father 3+ years into Arthur's rule as King of Camelot, and point blank being told Uther is disappointed in him. Not proud of him - actively un-proud. We don't really know what exactly Arthur wanted, if he'd hoped his father would've seen all the good his way of ruling had done and praised him, but I think it's pretty safe to assume that was on the wish list.

Be careful what you wish for indeed.

I AMUSE MYSELF. (I spent two hours figuring out how to create this please appreciate me)

Merlin's angry face when Arthur tells goin what Uther said is literally all of us.

I feel terrible for this but when Percival is leaving Gaius' chambers and he stops to look at the wall-torch, I immediately flash backed to Alice Troughton on commentary in S4 saying "Percival's a bit of a wuss isn't he?"

This is also awful but this episode kind of makes me miss the castle-centric contained episodes of S1

Never any guards around when you're being attacked by the ghost of your husband's dead dad, typical.

I understand Merlin bringing Guinevere to Gaius but putting her in Merlin's bed??????

The way Bradley and Colin both convincingly jumped when they turned around and found Gaius had snuck up right behind them kills me every time.

"Poetry". What he means to say there is, 'why didn't you just tell him we were fucking, since that would actually sound less gay'

So. Merlin took the ghost visibility potion but he can't see Utter knocking over barrels and shelves and things to trap in that store room.

Also why is there a pigeon in a windowless store room? Now I'm wondering why there aren't more birds randomly flying into the citadel, cuz they do have quite a lot of open windows... you'd think that might happen now and again.

Mmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmm

Ooooof I love a bamf husband coming through to deal with a shit-for-brains abusive father... ghost.

^^actual canon scene

Was Tony shot entirely on green for this? That unearthly blue glow even in close ups where he doesn't look like he's on a green scene makes me wonder.

The 'horseplay' scene at the end was so full of sexual tension and d/s undertones that I literally do not want to say anything lest tumblr flag this post for content.

Commentary is Angel and Rupert. The two regulars who were in the least number of scenes in this ep. Since this post is already crazy long I'll keep this brief.

Aaaaand it's the first time either of them have seen this episode 😂 wow.

They've made 'horn' jokes and Rupert's gone full on tongue in cheek dad jokes.

They are also cracking jokes on Colin being all jacked up for S5 compared to previously when he was so skinny hehe... personally I ain't mad at him 😂

Fifteen minutes into the episode and Leon makes his first appearance

The little bottles and decor things in Gaius' chambers are part of a static set so they pretty much just sit there... Angel says that some of the contents have started to go moldy and they found maggots in one of them 🤢

They're talking about Gwen's new hair and while Angel is being really diplomatic, I get the impression she's as annoyed as I am by it. It literally doesn't match her own hair at all. But she also said some people saw her without the piece on and just said 'omg you cut your hair' so I guess 🤷‍♀️

The scene where Gwen is knocked out by a vase smashing her head - Angel says she was hit with the heavier bottom piece of it, which hurt more than she was expecting, and she wound up with a bump on her head from it.

Not a word about Colin picking up Angel 😢

They're talking about childhood pets and a beverage called lilt? Anyway Angel is really clever and Rupert's corny af but he's funny and I love them both.

Oh this is interesting: Rupert says he and the director talked about having Leon walking through the corridor hand in hand with the cook when he stumbles upon Merlin and Arthur's 'poetry lesson', but they weren't allowed to do that bc it would've been just a little bit too much, or a little too tongue in cheek. Which I'm taking to mean, would've accentuated the subtext of 'poetry' too much.

Angel and Rupert didn't know how they got Uther all glowy either, though Angel said it was probably lighting

Rupert says the line where Utter got caught off, what he was gonna say was "Merlin has ... been to the gym!" 😂😂😂😂😂

They really are great together doing these things

Rupert's story was the horse he had been riding all season had a foal, and nobody even knew she'd been pregnant. They just came out one morning and saw she'd given birth, and he got a call to inform him. That's kind of sweet. I wonder if he sent them some apples or something.

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