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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch24: Like The Old Man Said…Together. Part 2- Walk It Off

Summary: The Avengers track Ultron and it’s a race against time before the AI can put his plan into action.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW) violence and crazy assed robots. Oh and “Something dramatic, I hope!”

A/N: This chapter now includes additional content! @angrybirdcr has done it again girrrrrl

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 24 Part 1

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“Ultron knows we’re coming. Odds are we’ll be running into heavy fire, and that’s what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia they didn’t. That’s why our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that’s not going to happen today. But we can do our best to protect them and get the job done. We find out what Ultron’s been building. We find Romanoff. We clear the field and keep the fight between us. Ultron thinks we’re monsters, and that we’re what’s wrong with the world, but this isn’t just about beating him, it’s about whether he’s right.“

Steve certainly felt like he was right when he descended down the ramp and the first thing he saw was a huge mural of himself on a wall to his right. If he hadn’t been so concerned with the word, ‘fašista’ scrawled across it, he might have given some consideration to the fact the art work was pretty good. He looked at the painting, before turning and tossing his helmet back into the jet, almost hitting Katie as she walked down the ramp. Frowning she looked at him, spotted the paining and gave a sigh. She knew that would have upset him.

But whether they liked Captain America or not, the people of Sokovia were getting his help and that of the rest of the Avengers too. Thor and Bruce went underground to Strucker’s base to find Natasha and the Vibranium, Tony and Vision went off to locate where Ultron was and confront him so that Vision could do his part. The rest of them focussed on the evacuation, if this was going to end in a fight as it always did, then it was best to get the civilians out of the way as soon as possible. Steve dispatched Clint to a rooftop to oversee events from up there and Katie headed off with Wanda to the bridge that led out of the city. She could feel the younger girl’s panic even though she did well to try and hide it

"Do you see…the beauty of it? The inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, a meteor. My swift and terrible sword. And the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal.”

They seemed to be fighting forever, and Sokovia was getting higher and higher. Just as everything seemed lost and the group looked to be faced with an impossible decision after Tony pointed out that the only thing he could think about was blowing the city before the impact radius got too big. Steve was adamant he was not leaving the city with one civilian on it, when Katie smiled sadly and turned to him.

“I didn’t say we should leave.” She swallowed, and she could feel Natasha looking at her as well from where she stood on her right. Katie turned to Steve, as he looked down at her “There’s worse ways to go.” she said responding to his silent question, her chest heaving resigning herself to the fact that they might not make it out of this alive, surprised the thought didn’t frighten her more at that point.

“She’s right,” Natasha agreed, and Katie turned to look at her. She shrugged and nodded out at the clouds “Where else are we gonna get a view like this?”

“Glad you like the view, Romanoff.” All three of them started at the very familiar voice that came through the coms. “It’s about to get a whole lot better.”

That’s when the helicarrier came right into view and Katie smiled, her eyes filing with emotion as she felt the relief swell in her chest.

“So this is your ‘something dramatic’?” She quipped and Fury gave a hum of confirmation.

“Nice, right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She’s dusty.” Nick Fury said nonchalantly. “But she’ll do.”

Katie looked round and noticed that Pietro had joined us, looking at the ship.

“Fury, you son of a bitch.” Steve spoke in almost a whisper while shaking his head.

Fury let out a whistle before responded to Steve teasingly. “Ohhh hooo, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Their fight led them to protecting the Vibranium Core that was situated in a church which was in the dead centre of the City and of course Ultron followed them. As The Avengers surrounded their precious charge, Thor yelled out to the AI.

“Is that best you can do?”

Ultron picked his hand up, and what seemed like a million robots began to advance towards them.

Katie groaned, and looked at Steve as he turned to look at Thor, annoyance all over his face. “You haddda ask.” He deadpanned, his Brooklyn accent coming out as it often did in these situations, and Thor at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“This is the best I can do.” Ultron continued on. “This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well, like the old man said,” Tony stated, and Steve turned to look at him over his shoulder, “together.”

Hulk then let out a loud roar as the swarm of robots attacked.

The robots began running into the church by the hundreds it seemed, but everyone was ready. Arrows, fists and Steve’s shield flew, repulsors, guns and shock sticks fired, speed and red tendrils of power ripped them apart from the inside, lighting flashed and the Hulk smashed. Eventually Ultron joined the fray and Vision flew at him. Ultron punched Vision into the wall but he retaliated by using the mind stone in his forehead to shoot at Ultron making him stagger back and out of the church.

Vision didn’t let up as Thor, Tony and Katie joined the android with lightening and repulsor beams respectively. The Starks surged their arms forward, unloading all the power they had in their suits and the 4 of them combined melted away the outer layer of Vibranium that covered Ultron, which was when they stopped. He could be taken out easily now.

“You know, with the benefit of hindsight – ” Ultron began to say but Hulk roared then punched him so hard he went flying across the city.

Hulk growled at the remaining robots who immediately turned and ran away.

“They’ll try to leave the city.” Thor called out.

“We can’t let them, not even one.” Tony spoke frantically, calling on their other eye in the sky. “Rhodey…”

“I’m on it!” He announced over the radio. “Oh no, I didn’t say you could leave…War Machine coming at you.” there was a pause as Vision flew in to help, phasing and ripping one of them apart “Ok, what?”

“We gotta move out.” Steve spoke as those of them left on the ground re-grouped. “Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats. I’ll sweep for stragglers…”

“I’ll come with you.” Katie said. For some reason she didn’t want to leave him, or more to the point him to leave her. Steve looked at her, and he understood, he really did. If there was a chance they were getting separated he really didn’t want to take it but he wanted her on that carrier, away.

“You go and make sure everyone gets out. I’ll be right behind you, I promise.”

He’d never broken a promise to her yet, so she took a deep breath and nodded.

“What about the core?” Clint asked while turning to look at it.

“I’ll protect it.” Everyone turned to Wanda, giving her a worried look. “It’s my job.” She clarified nodding to Clint. Clint inclined his head towards her, before he turned to leave.

“Nat.” He said as Steve started to usher everyone bar Wanda out of the church. I threw one last glance over at Wanda before Katie turned to Steve.

“Be careful.” “I always am.” He grinned.

“Liar.” She muttered watching him go, before she took off again, looking down at the devastation on the ground below. This was far worse than New York. Far worse than Washington. It was horrendous, and Katie wasn’t sure how the people of Sokovia would ever recover.

Clint skidded the car he had been driving to a halt by the lifeboats and Katie landed besides them. There was a roar and she glanced to her left, noticing the huge form of the Hulk throwing around debris of the various robots.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Clint looked at Natasha meaningfully.

“So get your ass on a boat.” She shot back, jumping out of the car.

Clint and Katie then set off, ushering the last civilians around them onto the last boat as they went. Katie spotted Thor stood a little to her left, his head turned over to his right as Steve appeared from inside a building.

“Thor, I’m gonna need you back at the church.” Tony said over the coms.

Thor nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see Tony and then looked at Steve, breathing heavily. "Is that the last of them?” He asked him.

“Yeah,” He answered instead, quickly looking around at the evacuations taking place, spotting Katie and Clint boarding the boat “Everyone else is on board the carriers.”

“You know, if this works, we maybe don’t walk away.” Tony mutterd quietly, cutting Katie out of the coms temporarily so as not to worry or upset her.

“Maybe not.” Thor agreed in a whisper.

At that point Clint sprinted back past them, but before either of them had time to follow him to help a hail of gunfire suddenly erupted where they standing. Steve held his shield up just in time and Thor dived to the side to avoid the bullets that had luckily been fired in a straight line between them all.

But it was Katie who noticed first what had happened. As the dust settled she saw Clint stood, with a little boy in his arms. He’d clearly tried to shield him from the bullets but it was Pietro that was standing there with bullet holes riddling his torso, the blood seeping through them.

“No.” She muttered her pleading growing more frantic as she flew over to where they were stood “No, no, no.”

“You didn’t see that coming?” The blonde man attempted to joke weakly then wobbled before falling face first and Katie caught him as she landed, just before he hit the ground. She laid him down gently and looked him over.

“FRIDAY, life signs.”

“Negative.” The AI’s voice was tinged with sadness.

Katie bowed her head slightly before my face plate slid back and she looked up at Clint. The pair of them exchanged a glance before Steve knelt down and closed Pietro’s eyes.

“I’ve got him.” He said gently, as he bent down and picked up Pietro as easily as if he was a small child. The three of them headed back to the airship, Clint with the little boy in his arms. Once on board, Steve lay Pietro down gently on the floor, where Katie sat by him, her suit making a clunk as she slid to the floor. Clint groaned as he lowered himself onto the row of seats behind her. Someone walked over to see if they needed any medical help but Clint waved him away.

“No, no I’m fine.” He groaned, lying down across a few seats, his hand resting on the metal shoulder of Katie’s suit. “Oh it’s been a long day…”

Steve stood on the rock for one final look round, he couldn’t see anyone. But then, with a lurch the city fell with huge force and he turned and gave a jump, grabbing onto the platform of the ship as the city fell. He pulled himself up onto the deck and stood up to see, lightning flashing from the sky. As he watched, the city of Sokovia exploded from the inside out crumbling to pieces and raining down heavily into the ocean below.

He turned to see Katie was stood a few feet away, looking down.

“Tony? Thor? Wanda?”

When none of them replied she looked over Steve, biting her lip.

“They’ll be okay.” He nodded, although he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.

There was a slight lurch as the ship they were stood on docked with the hellicarrier and they turned to help Clint but he was already walking, carrying the body of Pietro with him. Katie jumped down onto the tarmac, deactivated her suit and made her way over to Maria Hill who was stood with another agent, directing them where to take the walking wounded, medics running onto the ships to deal with the more seriously injured in situ.

“You guys alright?” She asked as they walked over to her. Katie nodded and then spoke again into her coms. It was a relief to see Wanda’s red hair sat on the deck a few yards away from one of the ships, Vision having pulled her out of the city in time.

“Any news from the others?” Steve asked. Maria sighed.

“Natasha is on the bridge, Banner, I mean the Hulk, he got her out in time but…he went off in a jet after Ultron…I got nothing from Thor or Tony…”

Katie turned to look out over the sky, the airborne dust making her cough slightly as she scanned the clouds, waiting for a sign or anything from her brother.

“He’ll be fine.” Steve dropped a hand onto her shoulder. “He always is.” “One day he won’t be.” She turned and looked up to face Steve

“Maybe, but that aint today…” A familiar voice rang in her ear and she let out a sigh of relief as her brother spoke. “Kiddo, put the beer on ice, I think we just won again.”

*****

Refugees crowded every corner of the flying base, sitting in the halls, huddling together, terrified. The dust in the air meant SHIELD couldn’t connect to their mainframe or satellites, and the internet-based translators were down. Every person on board who knew even a smattering of any Slavic language was being recruited into helping settle the homeless Sokovians.

Fury was meeting via telecon in one of the conference rooms with the Sokovian political leaders, who were not pleased at being dragged from their homes in Novi Grad in the wee hours of the morning only to then watch their nation destroyed. So with Fury busy, Steve and Katie had to tell Tony about Bruce.

That hadn’t been fun at all. Her brother had struggled back to the helicarrier, with barely enough power left to make the landing, Thor hot on his tail, soaked to the skin and staggering with a nasty head wound. Steve helped him inside where he was led to a medic bay and they had all retreated to the comms room where Nat was stood in a corner, staring at a blank screen.

“Where’s Bruce?” Tony demanded as soon as he got his helmet off. “We’ve got to figure out…” He trailed off, seeing the expression on Katie’s face. Then his eyes flashed across to Natasha. The woman hadn’t moved a muscle in ten minutes, standing in a corner and staring straight at the wall, back to the rest of the room.

“Tony.” Steve’s voice was heavy. “He’s taken off. We can’t reach him.” “And I don’t think he wants us to.” Katie added. She had barely finished her sentence before Tony bolted across the room to the computer banks, heedlessly shucking off bits of his armour as he went.

“No.” He shook his head, fingers flying across the keyboards. “No, I can find him. I can do this, I can bring him home.”

“It was cloaked.” Natasha’s voice was very even, with absolutely no inflection. She didn’t stop staring at her wall. “Your own cloaking devices. And SHIELD’s secret tracker was disabled in the fight.”

Tony’s hand slipped, hitting a bunch of things Steve was sure he hadn’t meant to. Swearing hopelessly, he stared blankly at the useless screens.

“Why?” He demanded, very quietly, the furious brokenness in his voice made my heart ache for him. “Why would he…?”

The unfinished question hung heavy in the dusty air. Steve was the one who answered.

“Because,” he said, swallowing. “When you’re in the air, and you’re carrying something that will destroy everything you love, that’s all you can do. You do go down, and you take it down with you.”

Tony’s hands curled into fists, anguish in his snarl. “This isn’t the same as your golden boy sacrifice play, Cap. No bombs on that Quinjet.”

“No, no bombs.” Steve gently squeezed Katie’s shoulder as he noticed she’d been about to chastise her brother for his venomous jibe, and he shook his head softly as he dragged his gloves back on over his bruised and bloody knuckles, flexing his hands. “Just himself,” he finished quietly.

“Veronica failed, Tone.” Katie said gently, understanding at once what Steve was getting at, Bruce’s actions suddenly making sense. “He didn’t want to come to Sokovia and I guess, well he didn’t want to risk hurting anyone again, and he saw a way out.”

Natasha turned on her heel and pushed past them, her eyes wet as she made for the door.

“Nat.” Katie turned to watch her go. She shook her head, signalling she wanted to be alone as she left. Katie looked up at Steve who hung his head sadly.

But there wasn’t time to think on it. Fury arrived at that moment, clearly pissed at something. He explained to the group that after the explosion that tore Ultron’s plans to shreds, he had been set to take the helicarrier to a refugee camp in a nearby country but the Sokovian officials had refused, insisting they be set back down in what was left of Novi Grad. Steve nodded and told Fury to do as they wanted.

“This wouldn’t have happened if it hadn’t been for us.” Steve’s jaw was set, and his arms folded. “We owe it to them Fury, like it or not.”

Fury hadn’t liked it, at all, but he didn’t have much say in the matter - not when Steve had that look on his face.

“This isn’t going to be nice.” Steve muttered as the pod had descended back to the ground.

“I know.” Katie said. “But we face it together, right?”

Together they strode off the pod, not really knowing where to start. Novi Grad was an absolute mess. Most of the city had been torn up by the roots, and the rim that was left hadn’t escaped unscathed either. Buildings had toppled from falling debris and the initial ground-shaking wrench. Water and electricity were out, phone lines were down, and the streets were clogged with cars and people. Children choked on the thick air as parents tied whatever cloth they could find around tiny mouths, trying to protect their lungs.

It was thankless, numbing work. Most of the civilians avoided them, casting wary glances out of the corner of their eyes. A few swore or spat, some cried, but after a while it began to get difficult as a particular group started to get violent, screaming as they threw things at the four Avengers. It didn’t cause much damage to the Nova or Iron Man suits, but the rocks soon started getting bigger. Katie heard a yell and turned to her left to see Steve stumbling forward, hand clamped over the back of his head. He fell to his knees and Katie moved over to him, dropping besides him.

“Shit.” He mumbled as she heard Thor give a roar.

“Let me see.” Katie looked at him and Steve winced, shaking his head.

“I’m fine.” He got to her feet, hand still clutching at the back of his head.

Katie glanced up at Tony, who had completely lost his patience.

“Ungrateful brats,” he snapped loudly after the young hooligans who had immediately scarpered after Thor’s show of anger. “Look, why don’t you head back to the carrier, see what the next step is?” Tony curled his gauntlet clad hand over Steve’s shoulder as his face plate retracted. Katie looked at her brother, thankful for his suggestion.

Steve shook his head, but even as she did so she saw him sway a little.

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding.” She whispered gently, and he looked at his hand. “At least let’s clean you up.”

Steve didn’t want to go, but he gave into her as she whispered “Please.”

“Five minutes,” he relented at last, and allowed her to lead him away.

*****

As Katie shed her suit, Steve sat on a chair in one of the hellicarrier kitchens, one of the few rooms that wasn’t being used as a makeshift hospital or treatment bay. There were no spare medics so Katie grabbed some gauze, antiseptic and a couple of steri-strip bandages. He would heal pretty fast anyway.

“You know you should have had your helmet on.” She said gently, suddenly realising he hadn’t had it on for the entire time they had been in Sokovia having tossed it back on the jet when he saw the graffiti picture of himself when they first landed. He shrugged and didn’t reply, but he flinched hard when Katie lightly touched the lump at the back of his head.

“Sorry…” she said gently as he waved away her apology, head bent as she cleaned the blood off his hair.

“Doesn’t hurt as much as what they were calling me.” He mumbled, and Katie paused.

“Which was what? I didn’t hear them.”

“Fašista.” He shrugged. “Fascist.” His shoulders slumped and sudden angry tears stung at Katie’s eyes, but she blinked them back and swallowed the hot anger swelling in her throat. This was a man who had put his life on the line countless times to fight the very things that people were calling him. She leaned forward, slipping my arms around his neck, connecting them in front of his chest as she bent to lay her face against his cheek.

“At the risk of sounding like an old man, everybody’s so young these days,” Steve said at last as he turned his head to face her “Has it all been forgotten, or have I really become…?”

Katie cut him off, her eyes on his, faces inches apart. “They’ve forgotten,” she assured him firmly. “You know those people, they can’t begin to imagine how things were back then. I find it hard at times and that’s after you told me so much. We never lived through it, never knew what it was like. History books and lessons can only do so much, Love.”

Steve’s fingers laced between hers. “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,” he whispered heavily.

"But that’s why there are people like us, people like you. You will always remember, and because you do, you help us do our best to keep the rest of them safe.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before she straightened up and continued to tend to the wound on his head. It wasn’t as deep as it had looked and was already starting to heal. She checked to make sure there were no fragments of the brick left behind and when she was satisfied she dropped the bloodied gauze into a bin and turned to face him.

"I shouldn’t have taken Banner.” He said, and Katie took a deep breath “I knew he was low, but he said he wanted to come, he wanted to help find Nat.”

“You can’t blame yourself for his choice,” Katie reminded him. “He’s a grown man…” Steve didn’t say anything more about it, instead he stood up and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.”

*****

It took almost two days for relief services to arrive at Sokovia. Steve felt dirty, tired and desperate for a hot shower and his own bed and he wasn’t alone. None of The Avengers had changed in 2 days. All their extra equipment had gone on the missing Quinjet with Bruce, including the change of civilian clothing everyone tried to keep on hand. But their discomfort paled into insignificance when he glanced over at Wanda as they landed at the tower. Katie guided her up to the spare room, ensured she had what she needed and then instructed her if she needed anything else, all she had to do was ask Friday, who would contact her immediately. Wanda nodded and Katie left her to be a lone for a while.

When Katie got back to her floor Steve was already in the shower, and the bed had never looked so inviting, which was why she couldn’t wait to get into it. Stripping off her filthy cat suit and her underwear she walked into the bathroom which was filled with steam and stepped into the shower behind Steve, her hands straying round to the front of his chest and she pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, laying her head against his back. He didn’t flinch, he simply grasped her hands in his, pulling her closer and dipped his head slightly as she nuzzled into his shoulder, the grime from the last few days whirling down the plug hole as the water rained down on them. Without speaking, Katie grabbed his shampoo, and gently as she could massaged at his hair. Steve gave a soft moan, relishing at the feel of her nails on his scalp, happy to bliss out for a moment. He turned to face his future wife, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off and smiled tiredly as he dropped his head to kiss her softly.

“Turn round.” He said gently, and she did as she was told as his hands wound into her hair, repaying the favour. She leaned back into his touch, the intimate moment also serving as a perfect relaxer so much so that she didn’t object when things started to get a bit heated. This was always how things went with them both, they sought solace in one another, the physical relief of losing themselves with someone they loved was how they coped, how they stayed grounded, reminded themselves that they weren’t alone.

His hands travelled down her body, her back pressed to his chest as his fingers reached between her legs, finding her spot. She moaned, arching back into him as his other hand caressed her breast, his arousal pressing into the lower part of her back and she lazily rolled her head to catch his mouth. As the hot water cascaded down onto them he took her to the brink before he spun her round and lifted her easily, pressing her back onto the cool tiles. He thrust into her without warning and she groaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, his head falling to her collar bone as he gave a soft nip. With each roll of his hips Katie felt her pleasure beginning to mount, soft moans falling from her lips as she dropped her head to his shoulder, the feeling in her stomach beginning to overwhelm her.

“Look at me, Doll” he said gently, and she opened her eyes, emerald gems locking onto his as he saw her mouth open, lips part in a soft cry as she came, a deeper groan bubbled over in her throat and her head slid backwards. Steve would never get tired of seeing her like that, ever. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. His pace began to quicken and he followed shortly, the tight bands in his stomach snapping as he pressed her harder against the wall as he rode out his release.

When they had finally finished in the shower the pair of them were almost dead on their feet. They dried off, Katie shucked on one of Steve’s T-shirts and clambered into bed with him. Neither had any idea what time of day it was but neither cared, the blackout blinds sent the room into darkness. Katie lay her head on Steve’s chest, his hand slid up the cotton of his shirt and he gently ran his fingers up and down her spine.

He managed to do it about twice before the pair of them were out for the count.

***** They both had nightmares that night. Katie woke first, gasping for air as she relived the moment on that rock where she had thought for one horrible moment they were done for, until Fury had shown up. After getting her a glass of water, Steve had held her until she’d fallen asleep, waked from a bad dream which, for some reason didn’t seem to take him anywhere near Sokovia. Instead, he was back at that moment he plunged into the ice.

And the dreams continued for them both for the next few nights. Katie’s were always the same, but Steve’s persistently catapulted back in time to various points during the war. It was unnerving for him but mostly, they were just that, bad dreams…until one night, for the first time he could remember, he suffered a full scale hallucinating night terror.

Having actually managed to sleep soundly so far that evening, the first Katie knew something was wrong was when Steve was pinning her down against the mattress and shielding her from something.

“Steve.” She croaked gently, blinking the sleep from her eyes. He didn’t respond other than to simply flatten himself against her further, right arm curled around her head.

“Stay down,” he ordered firmly.

“What’s going on?” She asked softly, still coming round from the sleep he had roused her from.

“Air strike, men in the hall.” He said, turning to her. "I’ll head for the door, cause a distraction. You get to the bathroom, get in the tub, cover your head.”

She listened intently, then realised what he had said. Air Strike. He must have been dreaming he was back in the war again. She let out a breath and relaxed, reaching up to take his face in her hands.

“Stevie, nobody’s there. Everything’s quiet.”

“You can’t hear them?” He looked at her frowning.

“Sweetheart, do you trust me?”

He nodded. “With my life, you know this Katie…”

“Baby, I promise you - there’s no air raid, nobody in the hall.”

For a moment, Steve just stared at her, his face wracked with confusion. Then, swallowing hard, he closed his eyes. After a moment he raised his head to look around before his face fell back on hers as her thumbs gently moved in long arcs down the sides of his face.

“Steve?”

With a shuddering breath, he pulled himself up, reaching for his shield by the bedroom door. Picking it up he listened for a moment before throwing the door open and he walked out into the hallway. Katie sat in bed listening to the sound of various other doors being opened and shut as he meticulously swept the whole of their floor, checking windows and closets until he ended up back in their room.

His back and chest were both glistening with sweat. He looked at her, his eyes wide before he went into the en-suite and she heard the tap running and the sound of water being splashed against what she assumed was his face. She gave him a few minutes before she followed him, where he was stood leaning forward, forehead pressed to the mirror, chest and shoulders heaving.

“Stevie…” she said gently, as she slipped both her arms round his waist, pressing a kiss to his bare, clammy shoulder. Her touch seemed to do the trick as he took one deep breath and turned to face her.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked his eyes looking at her as the palms of her hands spread across his lower back.

“Of course not.”

He wrapped his arms around her and she lay her head on his chest and felt his heartbeat as it gradually evened out. Neither of them spoke for a while.

“Your dreams, they’re getting worse.” Katie said gently.

“It’ll get better.” He finally managed. “You know it’s been bad before. It will fade after a while.”

Katie knew from experience that everyone dealt with traumatic experiences differently. For example, Tony suffered panic attacks and went completely off the rails post both his soiree in the Afghanistan cave and New York. She tended to take a lot of things as they came and worry about them for a while but after screaming and crying would then give herself a kick up the ass to either change things or deal with them. Steve’s worry seemed to manifest itself two fold. He would either be suffering from the inability to stay calm and therefore would exercise, pounding out frustrations on either the pavement or the punching bags. And then there was this, the nightmares. Normally Katie would wake with his jostling but if she didn’t, he would always shake her awake if he needed her, as that was the agreement they had. She would then help him back to sleep either by talking or they would engage in some other un-coventional means of therapy until both of them were spent and satiated enough to return to slumber.

Katie gently took his hand and led him out of the bathroom turning off the light. As they reached the bed he waited until she was in it, pulling the duvet up over her before snagging a pillow and turning to go.

"Where do you think you’re going?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d camp out on the couch. I don’t want to keep you awake.”

“No way…” She said, throwing back the duvet “Come on.”

He sighed and climbed in as she opened her arms for him to settle his head on her chest, gently stroking his hair as he swallowed, his breathing steadying as her touch soothed him.

“Where were you this time?” she asked

“Azzano… I think.” He sighed “To be honest with you, I saw so many things, the dreams now…they all blur into one.”

“You wanna talk about it?” He took a deep breath. “It was just loud, and I was in a building and I couldn’t get out. It was so real. When I woke up I knew where I was. I knew who you were, but I just…I dunno…”

They lay in silence, Katie continually stroking his hair as he nuzzled into her closer. She kissed the top of his head and was pleased when about 10 minutes later she heard his breathing start to lower and his head became heavy. He had managed to drift off.

*****

The next night he woke with a start, but that was it. There was no walking or hallucinating, he merely woke from a bad dream and climbed out of bed for a glass of water. When he came back, there was no talking, but he sought solace in his girl in another way, his lips kissing her hard, his hands reaching out and roving over every bit of her body he could find and he fucked her, hard, losing himself completely. They lay afterwards, sweaty foreheads pressed together and Katie simply held him close as they both came round. Eventually he moved off, pulled her to him and they fell asleep, limbs tanged around one another, his hold tight.

The next few nights he was peaceful, and Katie was hopeful that the terrors had passed, but then, four nights after the first incident he broke his hand.

Captain America could put his fist through a two-by-four with nothing worse than slightly reddened knuckles - but Steve Rogers’ hand hadn’t been in a fist. Katie had woken to his hoarse cry of “Buck!!!”, in time to see his outstretched, fingers slamming straight through the plasterboard and into a metal stud in the wall as he flailed out of bed, reaching for a man who had fallen some seventy years earlier.

Katie scrambled over the bed like a shot as he was yelling out for Bucky again and again as he knelt among scattered pieces of plaster and wood, his left arm buried inside the wall up to the shoulder.

"Steve,” she tried, but he didn’t respond, eyes fixed in a thousand-yard stare, face crumpled with an agony that was more than physical, breath hitching and ragged. She felt the tears spring into her eyes and she was just about to ask FRIDAY to send Tony to help when she heard the door to their penthouse burst open and a few moments later Thor strode into the bedroom dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, hammer in his hand.

“I heard the Captain yell, and…” he trailed off as he took in the situation at a glance and then crouched next to Katie.

“He’s dreaming…” She said gently, “He’s dreaming about Bucky, his friend, falling…”

Thor frowned absently, brushing his fingers across the captain’s temples as though he was trying to work out a problem. Then abruptly, he rose and was gone, moving almost silently through the darkness.

Whilst he was gone, Katie managed to gently work Steve’s arm out of the wall. His broken hand lay twitching in her lap and she was horribly aware that they would need to set the bones before they healed wrong. Thankfully, Thor wasn’t gone long, and he was not alone when he returned, hand firm around Wanda’s shoulder. The girl’s eyes were wide and her hair was tangled - obviously she had been sleeping.

“Thor,” Katie began to protest as she glanced round at Steve. The last thing he would want would be to come back to reality in the middle of some kind of impromptu party.

Thor held up a hand, pausing her even as he turned his full attention to Wanda

“Do you see?” he asked gravely. “Do you understand now what The Vision told you?”

Trembling, Wanda shook her head even as she went to her knees beside Steve. He was still unresponsive, but his breathing was beginning to laboriously even out and Katie knew he was fighting for control. She started to sweep her hand up and down his back in long, firm strokes in the hope it would bring him back round.

Thor knelt too, sounding as though he were some kind of instructor. “When you allowed Stark’s fears to work against him,” he began patiently, “you found his weakness and dug deep.”

Wanda nodded slowly.

“Our Captain carries a grievous burden as well,” Thor continued, “He has been sorely wounded and works to heal, but your incautious workings have torn his memories open.”

“Thor…” Katie shook her head gently as a horror stricken look crossed Wanda’s face.

“I am sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know. How can I fix it?”

For the first time, Thor hesitated. “My brother would have known,” he admitted in a low voice. “He had the skill, when it pleased him to use it.” He paused again, and then continued, hesitating slightly. “You must consider carefully, and proceed as seems good to you.”

Biting her lip, Wanda looked up at Katie, her stricken eyes locked onto hers.

“If you can, remind him where he is,“ Katie said gently. “Just bring him round?”

Hesitantly, uncertainly, Wanda pointed and curled her fingers before Steve’s face and closed her eyes. Tendrils of red light flickered from her hands to his temples, and Katie tensed involuntarily. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Steve’s eyes flew open, and his uninjured hand darted up faster than sight to lock around Wanda’s wrist, breaking the connection. She squeaked, startled, and froze.

“Steve…” Katie touched his arm causing him to flinch. It took him a second and then he seemed to realize where he was and what was going on. He let go of Wanda’s wrist, and looked around at Katie, then Thor hovering behind the young Sokovian, and finally the familiar surroundings of their bedroom. Eventually he looked back at Wanda for a long moment before nodding once.

"Thanks.”

A tear slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely. “I tried to put everything back in place, but I don’t know how.”

“Can’t fix everything,” he assured her, with a twisted smile. His old Brooklyn accent came out very strong in this unguarded moment. “And I wouldn’t wantcha t’ try. There’s things in my head you shouldn’t ever hafta see.”

Wanda wrapped both her arms around herself. Her eyes still looked haunted. “He was like your brother, wasn’t he?” she quavered.

Steve bowed his head as Thor dropped a gentle arm round her shoulders.

“We have all lost brothers,” he rumbled, looking at her. “We know your pain. You do not face this alone.”

Katie could feel Steve was quivering, exhausted beyond words though he wouldn’t show it for the world, and all she wanted to do in that moment was to bind up his hand and then put him to bed. As she looked up to suggest to the others they might want to go she was surprised to see Wanda had squared her jaw with determination and she reached out once more.

“I can fix this, at least.”

Steve’s hurt hand suddenly glowed with red fire. He jumped, surprised, and then watched with fascination as the crooked fingers began re-align themselves. When the bones were straight again, the fire flickered out, and Wanda staggered to her feet to go, Thor right behind her.

“You ok for a moment?” Katie asked Steve and he nodded. She followed the two of them into the hall and gave a short groan as she saw the door that led to the stairs (which were never used) had been completely kicked off its hinges.

“Sorry.” Thor said, picking up the heavy door “I heard the screams and…well, I didn’t know what was going on.” “Just prop it up as best you can…I’ll let you out in the elevator.”

He propped it up, and dragged the sofa over towards it for good measure.

“I really am sorry…” Wanda whispered, tears in her eyes.

“I know, and so does he.” Katie said, giving her a hug. “He will be fine…” Her attention then turned to Thor as she gave the God a hug. “Thank you.” “Any time Little Stark.” He breathed into her hair, before the 2 of them stepped into the elevator.

Katie looked around, trying to think about how they could explain a broken door plus a hole in the wall to Tony, then she realised she didn’t care. She headed into the kitchen, rummaging through the first aid kit for an elastic bandage to keep his fingers straight and wrapped up safely whilst his fast healing worked its magic.

He was sat on the side of the bed when she re-entered the room, his injured hand cradled in his other.

“Here…” she said, and she gently took his hand as he surrendered to her ministrations.

“Is Wanda ok?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, but I’m more concerned about you.” she said, laying his hand down gently onto my lap. “Baby…” “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly, laying his head against hers.

“What for?” “This…for scaring you?” “Stop it.” She looked at him sternly “I love you, you idiot, I just want you to be ok.” “I will be…” he smiled softly, his lips catching hers “Given time.”

The next day, Katie dragged Steve out for a walk in Central Park, but first she spoke to Tony about the door and the wall. He was surprisingly sympathetic, and didn’t mention the issue to Steve once. By the time Steve and Katie returned home that afternoon both were fixed, the only evidence any repairs had taken place was the smell of fresh paint and plaster which lingered in the apartment for a few days. What thankfully didn’t linger further were Steve’s night terrors. Katie didn’t know what it was that Wanda did, but his bones healed straight and it seemed that his mind had healed somewhat straight too. Whilst he persisted with the odd bad dream, they were getting less and less frequent, and there was no repeat of the two hallucinations he had suffered which was a relief to her, as she knew with time and patience and rest, the dreams would stop as well.

**** Chapter 25

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fostersffff · 3 years ago

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Finished Season 4 of Castlevania: the Netflix, and thus the whole series! And I’ve got a lot to say!

Here’s the biggest observation for this season: I get the impression that they didn’t originally plan for this to be the final season. It feels like, at the start of Season 3 they believed they were going to have two more seasons, and then maybe by the time they started wrapping that up they were told they’ve been cut down to just one more, so they had to speed of the pace of Season 4 dramatically to make sure they could still hit the ending. I have no actual evidence to support this- I haven’t read any interviews or official comments to that effect- just a gut feeling based on aspects of the plot:

Biggest support of this is how quickly Saint Germaine is just like “ok I’m evil now”. He immediately submits to the random woman who tells him he’s gotta be evil to find his lady love, there’s one scene of him murdering a guy, and then he’s all-in on being a villain, complete with “I AM A GOD WHO FUCKS” monologuing.

In addition to Saint Germaine’s heel turn feeling half-baked, the Dracula’s resurrection plot in general really doesn’t feel all that important until the finale. Varney is a comic relief character, which in hindsight was completely intentional, but Ratko and Draken are just huge fighter dudes who weren’t involved with Dracula’s court during Season 2, but are very into bringing him back for reasons that are never clearly explained besides the assumed “it’s Dracula so we gotta”. Additionally, the way major characters like Hector and especially Isaac treat the resurrection plot don’t help, although it makes perfect sense that they both do what they do.

The things that happen in Targoviste, and the way they happen, also contribute, especially because there’s no satisfactory resolution to it. Trevor and Sypha start to help the people organize and rebuild, and then get whisked away to the Underground Court. They barely have time to react to the fucked up shit going on down there before they teleport to the castle to kick off the finale. More time to let hostilities between them and Zamfir bubble up before the reveal of the Underground Court, along with a more satisfying build-up to Trevor collecting the components of the Super Holy Dagger would have been good.

Season 3 ends with Alucard in Hector in very bad places: Alucard has just been betrayed by the twins vampire hunters, which has brought out a misanthropic streak, including him leaving them on pikes, and Hector has once again been duped into an even deeper submission than he was in as Carmilla’s prisoner at the end of Season 2. Trevor and Sypha’s vignettes establish that roughly a month and a half have passed, which was apparently enough time for Alucard to basically get over his trust issues, enough to help the villagers, and Hector to not only cope with the reality of his situation but also finally develop into a character on par with every other major character in terms of competence.

Carmilla and Isaac’s stories didn’t feel rushed like everything else I’ve mentioned, but following the train of thought that there was originally going to be more episodes, both of them could’ve stood to have more time and events to get to their final forms.

So, Death: I don’t know how I feel about Death as portrayed in this series. On the one hand, this interpretation technically not being Dracula’s right hand as he is in the games, and instead being an independent actor that stands to benefit from Dracula’s rampage and thus serves the same capacity as a right hand, is incredible. On the other, the fact that Death’s true personality is actually just Varney fucking blows. The design for Death is also not my favorite, because it reminds me just a bit too much of Castlevania Judgment, but Malcolm McDowell being the voice actor is really cool. In conclusion, Death is a land of contrasts.

On that note, “no it’s not Death Death, it’s an entity that calls itself Death that feeds on death and is an elemental spirit- or force of nature in other words- but is distinctly different from the personification of the concept of-” just fucking say “yeah for all intents and purposes it’s the Grim Reaper”. Coming up with a semantics explanation for why vampires get fucked up by crosses to explain the cross subweapon is fun, don’t undercut your final antagonist by trying to rationalize it into something less fantastical.

I already said that I liked the motivation behind Death, but also the execution of “I’m going to bring back Dracula wrong on purpose” and the way he accomplishes that is the best it’s ever been.

I thought Varney hopping over the stream of holy water was a fun cap on the argument about whether or not vampires can cross over running water from Season 2, but was in fact clever foreshadowing, since Death isn’t a vampire. Good stuff!

I think it’s just because I’ve been focusing a lot on animation quality over the last few months, but I noticed they started using 3D models a lot more this season. I imagine it was a matter of practicality considering that there are more action setpieces in this season than the other three combined. I think this is ultimately a good thing, because they do a very good job of masking the fact that they’re using 3D most of the time because it still looks very good, unlike some of Netflix’s other 3D action projects, and if it makes life easier for the animators without sacrificing quality then that’s a win for everyone.

Didn’t think much of it at first, but I’ve really come to appreciate the term “night creatures” as a catch-all for monsters in this series. It’s generic enough to encompass everything regardless of design difference, but more unique than just ‘monsters’ or ‘demons’.

I had heard someone make a joke about a character wearing Artorias Dark Souls’s armor for a scene because fuck you, but holy shit, Striga really does just wear Artorias Dark Souls’s armor for a scene because fuck you.

When Saint Germaine first shows up, his lines sound really low quality compared to Alucard and Greta, and then that issue goes away after that episode. I imagine that it was pandemic related, but clearly Bill Nighy was either able to get into a studio or eventually got a better home setup- couldn’t you just have him re-record those lines?

I’ve talked so much about how Carmilla’s design in this series is The Best™ because they masterfully adapted a single sprite with no animation from a 1987 video game into a fully realized design, and this frame in particular struck me as perfect. This is the best this character has ever looked and likely will ever look.

I love how optimistic and positive the tone of everyone’s ending is. Ranging from the unexpectedly beautiful and uplifting resolution to Isaac’s story, to the foundation of a town that fundamentally accomplishes what Lisa hoped for at the very beginning of the series, it’s all nice way to go out. Even Lenore choosing to commit suicide, while not necessarily optimistic or positive, is at least on her own terms.

Dracula and Lisa also having a happy ending is nice. It doesn’t really make any sense, and it makes me wonder what Richter’s call to action is going to be in the next series, but I think they were right to have the series end with the same two characters it opened with.

AYY SOMEONE THREW A WINE GLASS!!!

Unfortunately, I’d say Season 4 is the weakest of the series, but they did everything they could to make sure they provided an explosive finale and a solid ending. This was a damn good show and without a doubt the best thing to be associated with Castlevania in over a decade. Not that it had much competition there, but still!

As a final note on the nature of Castlevania as an adaptation: I can certainly understand why certain people don’t like this series. If you’re looking for Castlevania: The Video Game: The Animated Series, you’d walk away disappointed because of how many things were changed in adaptation, how much they were changed, and that so much is just made up from whole cloth. But an animated series isn’t a video game, and while an eight episode series where each episode is a different stage of non-stop fight scenes, complete with a big boss fight at the end sounds like it could be cool, if that’s what I really want I’d probably be better served just playing a game.

#Castlevania #Netflix Castlevania #anime #video games #long post

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Digimon Adventure: Ep 19!

Wow! That certainly was an Episode!! It was pretty fun from start to finish, though nothing mind-blowing, but it was definitely the ending that made me gasp. Not wholly unexpected to an old turnip like me, but promising lots of fun (and angst!).

Picture of the week: MIKO, THE TRUE STAR OF THE SERIES!!

no for serious are the writers reading my reviews? they keep giving me what I want. within reason I guess. They seem to have an extremely limited budget as usual x’D

but Miko is still adorbs

ok I’m really looking forward to recapping this one so let’s get to it!

So last week I thought the kids sans Taichi and Yamato were abducted by Devimon, but apparently that either isn’t the case, or it was, but then Devimon decided it’s best just to dump the kids back on Earth and hold on to their partners. Because that’s the current situation. While concerning that the kids are separated from their partners, it’s probably best this way, since Devimon appears to be sending Gesomon(?) and Parrotmon(?)

to the human world, if I remember right. It’s hard to remember what happened in the first fifteen seconds kay So when the kids find their partners it will probably be in the human world and they can fight back.

Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato are alone and very Confuse

Taichi tries frantically to contact Koushirou. The others too... but especially Koushirou.

Finally he gets him!! He’s so happy!! My Taishiro heart flutters!

But I was fully expecting it to be a trap. When I saw this still here, my first thought was “Devimon’s forcing him to tell Taichi a lie by threatening him with a gun!!”

of course thats not whats happening. Koushirou is relatively fine and there are no guns (yet). What’s happened is the other kids have been sent back to the human world for reals this time!

This show is not even bothering to hide its Taiyama angle.

They spend the entire episode giving each other Significant Looks like this. The entire episode.

Now where’s Jou through all of this, you ask?

He went to talk to the police. He’s shocked they don’t believe his story about monster attacks and the world ending (well, at least Tokyo ending). I freaking love how taaaaall Jou is. Though it makes Koushirou look like a bean x’D

Jou = beansprout / Koushirou = bean

Koushirou has a much easier time dealing with the news that the police don’t believe them. He’s a denizen of the Internet. He knows how people’s minds work. And he has tons of chat logs to prove it.

People are chatting and spreading gossip and disbelief and complaints, but my favorite is the comment that just says “It’s a flood of fake news” xP

The home team runs into Mama Yagami! Who Sora literally calls Mama Yagami! x’D I mean I know that’s how kids generally refer to their friends’ parents but I still lol’d.

So un... Jou is almost as tall as Mama Yagami. LMAO. I’m gonna assume she’s short. Jou might indeed be quite tall for his age but Sora and Mimi are pretty close to Mama Yagami’s height too. I guess we haven’t seen Taichi standing next to his mom yet! With his hair he’s probably taller than her.

So Mama Yagami is HILARIOUS and I’m so glad that’s a continuing thing in the reboot! She was already that way in 99 Adventure, but we’re just seeing a lot of it now - like every time she’s around. (And we didn’t see it in Tri so I missed that.) Basically she seems like a basketcase. Not a totally irresponsible one, more like just... generally the carefree go with the flow type. Which is not bad. She just also seems a bit, uh, ditzy?? I think Taichi probably grew to be so serious by necessity. Dad’s busy with work and someone��s gotta make sure mom doesn’t leave the house without her keys!

The way Sora just stares at Hikari like “explain??” after Mama Yagami thrusts Miko at her and runs off to get her car with a big smile as if they hadn’t all nearly died recently... bahahaha.

also I love how she doesn’t even bother asking her son’s good friend if she knows where he is after not seeing or hearing from him for three full days

^The face of a boy shouldering the weight of nuclear family life and all its batshitness

Taichi and Yamato determine their priority is find the Holy Digimon. I wish they were a little more concerned with what happened to their friends’ partners, but I guess this is the only goal with solid clues. Anyway before they can do anything they are attacked by Bulbmon Looks like subtitlers went with Valvemon which also works, who looks like a Lego monster creation by an eight year old (and probably is).

He has the Domo face. Grrraaah

Domo is NHK mascot by the way. bahahaha

Next these guys come swarming out of Valvemon. (And if we didn’t already get it, apparently Digimon can construct other Digimon as we’ve seen before.) Nothing is quite as freaky as gas masks. They are commanded by Minotaurmon/Mintaromon whatever.

They too have the aim of Stormtroopers though so our heroes will be fine...

... probably...

... then Leomon finally shows up!! Yay! He looks good! All beefy and scarred and sounding exactly like Zaraki Kenpachi. Uhh. Is it the same VA?? Nothing comes up in the Google search so maybe not but it sure sounds like him. (Minotaurmon and Ogremon also sound like Leomon... while it’s normal for VAs in kids shows to voice multiple characters esp minor ones, it literally sounds like Zaraki Kenpachi is the voice of all the characters in this episode besides the main ones. And Mama Yagami of course because that would be weird.)

Leomon may look cool, but his ride... and his friends... uh, less cool x’D I want to strangle that ostrich thing with its own scarf somehow it inspires violent emotion in me

In the smallest, most shocked voice, Yamato says, “Leomon...?” It’s honestly kind of adorable. He’s clearly remembering what Neemon said about Leomon leading the resistance way back when.

Leomon helps them escape. Taichi very considerately and cutely helps Agumon aboard the fashion disaster ostrich emu thing.

Yamato also considerately helps his partner but rather less cutely xD

Leomon takes them to his hideout and gives them your standard fare of weird-looking Digi fruit. He then proceeds to tell them about Devimon and that he is trying to infiltrate Valvemon yadda yadda.

Taichi is freaking ADORABLE, immediately concerned that by saving their asses, Leomon’s battle plans have been ruined. Leomon waves that aside though. Yamato is equally adorabibble when he asks after Neemon and gets told that they made it to Leomon safely.

Leomon plans to try to get into Valvemon again because he knows Devimon’s put something related to the holy Digimon in there. Taichi is determined to join in. He doesn’t have much of an argument as it why they should be allowed when they just got their butts kicked so easily, but he has a trick up his sleeve: the Burning Eyes of Fiery Passion.

Not to be outdone, Yamato shoots off his Icy Eyes of Cold Determination.

Faced with this twin assault, Leomon has to give in. Ahh, I remember last week when we saw the trailer for this ep and I naively thought Leomon would train them like Piximon did in 99 Adventure. Nope. They’ve just met and they’re already spy buddies.

Okay, okay, yeah Leomon does seem to have some knowledge of the “Chosen Children” and that’s his real motivation. Still.

They break into Valvemon and we get the excellent invention of Agumon riding on Garurumon. I assume because of Garurumon’s advantageous speed. That seems to be recurring thing in this show.

Idk I just capped this because he’s so darn cute

I don’t know why I capped this one though.

They enter some sort of central space where Leomon tells them something relevant to the holy Digimon is being kept. (Lol I already forgot the details of what he said.) There are two protectors, Minotaurmon and Bullmon. Leomon tells the kids to take Bullmon while he faces down Minotaurmon. These guys might have been somewhat intimidating if we hadn’t already got Perfect level evolutions mastered, not to mention the occasional Jogress :P Sooo I didn’t feel too worried.

... uh, never mind x’D Taichi what are you doing

Yamato saves his idiot butt and almost gets in a bind himself. Once again I’m just wondering why they are sticking at Adult level. Whatever. They win of course

Leomon uses his Fist of the Beast King to maim Minotaurmon. His brilliant one-liner? “I have more than one first.”

Bully: *punches you*

You: ow

Bully: *smirk* I have more than one fist.

You: That’s funny, I only have one, but it’s made of titanium *You punch the bully straight through the stratosphere* Quality over quantity!!!!

*cough*

Our heroes approach the secret compartment supposedly holding something to do with the holy Digimon... Yamato gets a look inside and gets the black shadow of true terror over his eyes

becaue floating inside like some kind of Weapon X experiment is... Takeru!!!

Hold on while I put in my ear plugs. Okay, ready, screech all you want now.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

So... okay. First of all, baby Takeru is sooooooo cute <3 I had two predictions about what happened to Takeru last week. Either he ended up in the digital world and was now on his own, or he got abducted by Devimon. I thought the former was more likely, but in hindsight, it should have been obvious that it was the second. This show misses a lot of points where I feel like they could have developed some relationships or thrown in some drama, but it never passes up a chance for Yamato angst.

So yeah, this is pretty much gonna destroy Yamato xD Not only is the baby brother he wanted to protect no longer at home where he can easily protect him, he’s now in the digital world and in the enemy’s clutches.

I BETTER SEE REALLY TRAUMATIZED YAMATO NEXT WEEK. Of course, I expect him to be cool-headed enough to try to save Takeru, but I will be very disappoint if this goes off with no break downs at all. Takeru is always Yamato’s number one priority!

Super exciteddddd

So I give this ep 7.5/10. The .5 is pretty much for ending with a killer cliffhanger. My one real complaint about this ep is how highly plot-based everything is - we finally got the team all together only to split them up, and on top of that, once split up, we don’t even get all that many character moments between Taichi and Yamato. As I said, they give each other lots of Signifcant Looks, but man cannot live on bread alone. However this is par for the course for this show and I know I should stop mentioning it every week because I doubt it’s changing. We will get the big shockers when we get them and not a moment before.

I just want Yamato to cry in front of Taichi and make him all uncomfortable x’D That’s what made 99 Adventure so great bahahaha

Some cool bits from next week’s trailer:

Surprise surprise, Angemon is the holy Digimon! Or one of, anyway. And he is indeed trapped. This makes the “Angemon is Devimon” theory less likely. Let’s not forget that our heroes’ Digimon partners were evidently a band of powerful warriors in the past, but they’ve forgotten much of it. I won’t be surprised if the result of that war played a part in Angemon’s abduction.

Next week they’ll have to fight to save Takeru from being drained, I guess.

And then!! Digi egg! Excite. Also I only just noticed that his hate says TK!!!

Takeruuu <3 My first fav when I was 10. Though my heart has belonged to Taichi for many long years, I still have a special spot in it for Takeru only <3 Even if he does dress like a celery stick

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure reboot #digi spoilers #digimon #fizz watches digimon 2020 #i made edits lets see if they save for once...

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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Social Media Survey

[joybucket]

What is your favorite social media site? Either Twitter or YouTube, though I never use YouTube as a social media site per se so I guess this round goes to Twitter.

Do you use...

facebook? myspace? twitter? snapchat? instagram? youtube? pinterest? bzoink? another site with message boards? tumblr? deviantart? xanga?

Facebook

Do you get on Facebook every day? Yeah pretty much all throughout the day. I used to never use it, like never ever; but back in college all announcements were coursed through Facebook so I was technically required to be on it regularly, and it was from there that I began to see memes and start to be more active. I’m a shitposter more than anything though and I rarely ever post stuff of my own. How many FB friends do you have? I have 679 at the moment but I want to get rid of like 500 of them; it’s just such a long list to go through so I never get to proceed with my unfriending spree lol.

Have you ever been on a deleting spree? HAHA I just mentioned that. I’ve always wanted to, but like I said 679 is already such an exhaustive list for me, and that’s considering I only started touching my Facebook in like 2019. I can’t imagine people who started Facebook in like 2009 and have 4000 friends aka most people I know.

Have you blocked a lot of haters? I don’t have haters; at least I’m not aware of any that I have. Not that it’s something I care about at this point.

Do you get bullied online a lot? No, but that’s also because I don’t really open the channels for people to send in hate. I don’t have Q&A handles like Curious Cat and I never pick out that option in Instagram where people can send in questions.

What's your favorite Facebook app? Oh I never use Facebook for their apps. Are those still even a thing...? Anyway, I mainly go there to be on the hunt for stupid memes I can reshare or to watch videos that are either funny or informative.

Are you a fan of selfies? I don’t mind if other people do it, but I think I’m honestly bad at selfies so I almost never take them. I’ve never figured out my angles or what filters look ok on me.

Has anyone ever called the police on you because they didn't like your status? No but I have had my posts reported because they were deemed ‘offensive.’ Which is weird because my posts that have been taken down are those that speak out against disgusting men, which says a lot about Facebook runs their shit more than anything else.

Are you in any facebook groups? I’m in nearly a hundred groups, both private i.e. for school purposes, and public.

Are you the admin of any groups? Nah. Too much time and effort needed out of me.

Do you report abuse to group admins whenever you see it? Yes. I report the post then leave the group.

What could make Facebook better? They could put more effort into detecting and banning troll farms.

What year did you start using Facebook? I made an account in 2012 because of a high school class that required us to upload this specific video-format homework onto Facebook (which in hindsight is such an insensitive homework considering that was nearly a decade ago when the Philippines was still severely behind in internet connection speeds?? Ugh). But I didn’t start actively using my account until around two years ago.

What is your current profile picture of? Myself, posing in front of the sunflowers in school during the recent graduation season.

Did you like the old Myspace better than Facebook? I was never a regular user of Myspace, so...

What are some of your favorite boards? I’ve never had a clue what the purpose of Pinterest was. I mean I have an account...but I’ve also never gotten the hang of it?? so I never touch it hahaha.

Have you ever done a craft you saw on Pinterest? Well no, because I’m terrible at arts and crafts anyway.

Do you have a Dream Wedding board? If so, what's on it? No.

If you have a Dream House board, what does your dream house look like? Ok fine this one I did start hahahah but I don’t even remember what I added on there anymore. I’m sure it was filled with modern-style houses with minimalist interior design.

Do you wish they'd bring the "like" button back? I’m not even aware of this option.

Do you have a Bucket List board? Not aware of this either.

Which do you like better: Just Girly Things or And That's Who I Am? The second one sounds less childish. < Same, and it sounds like it covers more.

Do you have a board for tattoos you like? If so, what are some of your faves? No. The only one I ever made was the house one, then Pinterest quickly became boring from there when I realized there wasn’t much else I could do besides making mood boards.

Do you have a "Random" or "Miscellaneous" board? No.

Have you ever reached the maximum number of boards? No.

Do you have any secret boards? No.

Have you ever had a Pin deleted because of copyright laws? No.

Do you have a Color board? No.

Do you have an About Me board? If so, what's on it? No.

YouTube

Do you have a YouTube channel? If so, what is it? Technically I do but I only have it so I can tailor video suggestions to my interests and so that I can like videos and subscribe to channels I like.

What kind of things do you post on YouTube? I’ve never posted any video on there, not even private ones. I’m also not the type to comment.

What do you like to watch on YouTube? These days YouTube serves as a stress reliever for me, which is to say I would typically go for humorous BTS-related compilations because there are sooooo many hilarious channels that make these great videos haha. Occasionally I’d go back to channels or series that I used to frequent, like Good Mythical Morning, Buzzfeed’s Worth It and Unsolved, Try Guys, Watcher, etc.

Are you subscribed to any channels? To so many.

Do you watch any vlogs? If so, what ones are your favorite? Hm probably Jiwoo’s, though her channel is called Mejiwoo. I find her content calming and conversational and basically fun to binge-watch when I’m not looking for anything super super particular to watch.

If you have a channel, how many subscribers do you have? 0. I’m just a lurker.

Will you subscribe to my channel? (msg me if you want a link!) Only if it’s really fit to my interests, I guess.

Do you watch music videos? Rarely; not a fan of MVs in particular. I only really ever put an exception for BTS.

Have you ever watched a TV show on youtube? Well no since their copyright team works hard and works fast lol. I do watch entire video game walkthroughs from time to time.

Have you ever worked out to exercise videos on youtube? No, I can’t care less about working out tbh.

Have you watched Amanda Todd's famous video? No. I’m scared that it might be too upsetting or triggering for me.

Have you ever looked up how to do something on YouTube? Not really, I prefer looking up articles that can teach me step by step in words.

Do you get a lot of hate comments on youtube? No, I’ve never posted anything on there.

How long have you been a youtuber? Never been.

Instagram

Do you post on Instagram a lot? I do 1-3 Instagram stories in a week, I would say. As for posts, I only have 4 in total and I don’t really feel the pressure to add more. I just post when I feel the want to.

Have you ever posted a poll on instagram? Nah, I’m not too sure if anyone would participate so I’ve never tried. If you don't have an iPhone, do you wish you could use Instagram? I’m pretty sure other operating systems can also use Instagram...

Do you have any followers? Around 50, I think.

Do you like Instagram filters? I’ll use them sometimes to make my stories appear prettier.

Twitter

Do you think twitter is stupid? Hehe show me at least one person who doesn’t think so. < Coming from someone who regularly uses Twitter, agree. It is crazy stupid but stupid is what I’m there for. Which is honestly not always such a bad thing to me - I like that people are more themselves, more stripped-down, vulnerable on Twitter. People always seem to want to show off their best selves on Facebook and Instagram, so I’m actually kind of grateful that there is at least one social media out there where people can just be their clumsy, goofy selves.

How often do you tweet? Probably a maximum of five a day. Nowadays I’m on there mostly to just scroll through my timelines.

Do you get on twitter every day? Yes, both on my personal and fan account.

Bzoink

Do you make a lot of surveys? I never make them but I try to take them as often as I can.

Do you take a lot of surveys? Haha sorry, was one step ahead of you. Yeah, I do.

Do you post in the message boards? Nah. I dunno if I’m even permitted to check the message boards on Bzoink considering I don’t have an account.

What types of surveys are your favorite? Categorized surveys like this one or countdown ones can be fun, but at the end of the day I like sticking to the classic random survey.

Do you have friends on here? Not on Bzoink, but here on Tumblr yes! There’s a number of people here I like keeping up with :)

Do you post all your secrets on here? Again, not on Bzoink; but yep I share pretty much everything here.

What type of survey do you think I should make next? Anything but basic/about me-themed ones that will ask for my name and eye color and weight.

Do you read peoples' answers to your surveys? I’ve never made a survey.

Do you think you are good at making surveys?

Do you try to make unique surveys?

What type of surveys do you want to see more of?

Random

This or That

Scattergories

Have You Ever

Are you like me?

About You

Personal, Deep Questions

Girly

Music shuffle

Would You Rather

Do you have this in your bedroom?

Long

Short

All About Your Crush

Fashion

Make-up

School

Music

Your health

Your friends

Confessions

Girl Confessions - how different is this from just confessions? Hahaha

R-Rated

Controversial topics

Myspace

Did you have a myspace when you were in high school? I started an account in like 4th grade when Myspace was ~big, but I didn’t find it fun and everyone my age was on Friendster anyway, so I was largely inactive.

Do you use myspace now? No. Is it still even around? I have no clue.

Do you miss bulletins? I didn’t get to join in on the fun so there’s nothing to miss.

Did you like customizing your profile with the old myspace? Not attributed to Myspace but I did have a lot of fun customizing my Multiply and Tumblr accounts back in the day. That was a period where I really got to learn and play around with HTML :)

Did you have music on your profile? Not on Myspace again but I did on Multiply! I had a cute little playlist that played the songs immediately as soon as you landed on my page hahaha.

Did you learn HTML when you used Myspace? Tumblr, yeah. I believe the skills are still there but I’ll definitely be a bit rusty.

Did you have a customized cursor? Oh, no. Wasn’t a fan of those as I found them a bit tacky.

Did you use glitter graphics? Also found those tacky haha no, I never used those.

Do you remember posting glitter graphics on friends' pages? Nope.

Did you make "dolls"? I don’t recall ever making those.

Did you use photo captions? Not sure what this is referring to so let’s just say no.

Did you have a photo slideshow on your profile? Hmmm nope, I don’t think so.

Xanga

Did you have a Xanga account back in the day? No. It wasn’t big here so I had never heard of it until I started taking surveys on here and heard people mentioning Xanga, actually.

Do you have a xanga account now? No.

Did you post photos and quotes on your xanga page? I never had any.

Snapchat

Do you use snapchat? I did; I was superrrrr active on there for a time. It kind of just got old at one point, though, and my feed got more and more dead until I too just left my account dormant altogether.

What is your favorite filter? There were a lot of cute ones on there that helped me be more confident with taking selfies but my favorites have to be the dog and flower crown ones.

Tumblr

Do you understand Tumblr? I had a better handle of it when I ran a fan account that required me to be more active; but now that I really just go on here to take surveys I just use the basic functions and nothing more. But yeah, I understand just enough to get by.

Do you use Tumblr? Yeah. Even on the days I don’t post surveys, I regularly go on here to keep up with friends I like keeping up with like Elisabeth, Lane, Steph, Lina, Julie :)

Other

What forum sites did you use to love that aren't around anymore? There was one message board I frequented for this girly/tween magazine I used to collect, but I won’t share the name.

Are there any other great social media sites that you recommend? I think this survey was able to cover all the main ones I use.

Do you use a photo editing site? If so, what? I use apps instead of sites to edit my photos.

Do you ever use BeFunky.com? Nope.

Do you use a video editing site? If so, what? Nah, I rarely have to edit videos in a super intricate, detailed way. Apple’s video editing features suffice for me.

Have you ever downloaded fonts? Very occasionally since it’s never necessary.

Have you ever used photobucket to upload an image? No but I remember going on there back in the day to look for images. I never uploaded any, though.

Do you use iTunes? Not anymore. I have an account on Spotify now.

Do you listen to music on Pandora? No, never used it.

#surveys #survey

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Discord thread featuring: Roman and @quentindelancret

When: 12/28/20

Mentions: @malakhai-ozera

Description: Roman goes to Q’s place after Khai breaks up with him and of course lovey time ensues.

Trigger Warnings: sexy time, feels, breath play, weed.

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Roman was a mess, eyes stinging with tears, and cheeks rubbed raw from how many times he’d tried to wipe them away. Part of the actor felt like he should be okay with this, that Khai breaking up with him would only make things easier since he had feelings for other people. Instead, he just...felt confused. His heart had never been tugged in so many directions, but one thing he did know for sure, was that he needed to see Quentin. Now. He didn’t even shoot off a text, which I’m hindsight probably would have been a good idea in case the other male wasn’t even home. But, instead, here was Roman, pounding on his friend’s door and praying he would be there, because there was absolutely no one else who was going to make him feel better right now.

Quentin.

Monday night was usually the night Quentin set aside for recording. So of course he was home and slummed down in a pair of low hanging sweats and a beanie. He heard the knocking on his door and truthfully he got a little irritated. Who the hell was at his place wanting drugs now? Logan had gone to California and Q was in no way in the mood to deal with his addict friends. He pushed out of his chair and pulled his headphones down around his neck as he made his way to pull the door open. His eyes lighting up with surprise when he saw that it was Roman standing there. “Romie” he beamed. His wide smile quickly wiping away when he saw his best friend had been crying. “Oh no... what happened? Are you okay?” He reached out and pulled Roman into his arms and held onto him tightly. Pushing the door closed behind him and leading him into his apartment. “It’s okay. I got you” he said with a soft comforting tone. Setting down onto the couch with him and stroking his hair.

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Roman practically crumbled against his friend once they made it to the couch, nuzzling his face against the side of his friend’s neck while he tried to relax against the fingers in his hair. Quentin knew exactly what made him relax, which was one of the main reasons he came here right away to begin with. He was the one person who was on his mind the very second he needed someone, or really in general these days. “Khai broke up with me.” The actor finally whispered, voice shuttering a little because it was the first time he’d said it out loud. “Which, I guess I knew was coming with everythin’ going on with both of us. I should be okay with this. I’ve been such a fucking asshole, and haven’t dealt with this the way I should, so why am I being such a baby?” He shook his head, and then pulled back to look at Quentin with puffy eyes, and a short sniff.

Quentin.

It broke Quentins heart to see Roman like this. All he wanted to do was make him feel better and take away any pain he was feeling. The last thing he was expecting Roman to say though was that Khai broke up with him. “Roman” he spoke with such a soft sympathetic tone. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He placed his hand to the side of Romans face and caressed his cheek bone gently with his thumb to wipe away any tears. “You... are not an asshole. Don’t say that. There’s no way you could have known, and there is no right way to deal with these kind of things. I think you did the best that you could... and of course you’re not okay with it. I mean, you love him.” He moved a bit closer to his friend and placed his free hand onto Romans other cheek. He hated seeing Roman like this so much. All he wanted to do was make him smile again. “Yeah, you are being a baby. My baby... and I got you” he half smiled. “I could go kick his ass for you if you like. He might squash me but I’d do it for you” he mused. Maybe now wasn’t the time for jokes. But no one ever said Q was the best at handling these kind of situations.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman could probably kill someone and Quentin would still act like he was perfect in every way. That was one of the things he loved about the other male, but it didn’t mean it was reality. Roman knew his flaws, it was obvious that he wasn’t perfect. No one could be, but in this moment, it felt like he was the most messed up person in the world. How could he be upset about getting dumped when his heart was with someone else? How could he love multiple people at once? What was fucking wrong with him? “No, I’m actually really proud of him for doing what he needed to do, to have the balls to get help, and tell me how he felt. I wish I could be that way.” The barista shook his head, and looked at Quentin with a saddened expression. “He knows that I love you...” Roman admitted, and then looked down for a moment. “He knew already, and I finally had the balls to admit it.”

Quentin.

It became clear to Quentin that his jokes were certainly misplaced when Roman responded. It kinda made him feel like shit that he had even tried. Roman was hurting and here he was actually like it was no big deal. Even though, he knew deep down it was most definitely a big deal. “Yeah, that does take a lot of balls” he nodded. Pulling his hands from Roman’s face as he remembered his own struggles with heroin. His girlfriend at the time was cheating on him through it all, and then ended up ODing so he knew exactly where Roman was coming from. It was time to drop the act of everything in life is peachy and be real. “Roman. You know... we all have our flaws” he began to say. But his words were cut short when his friend looked at him like that. He knew? “Oh...” he breathed out, suddenly feeling like maybe this was all his fault. He sat there for a moment just looking at Roman as he pressed his lips together. “I’m sorry. You don’t think that’s why...?” Quentin shook his head and then placed his hand on Roman’s knee. As if that would somehow make the situation better.

“I really... I just don’t think these situations are ever easy. Whether you fell in love with me or not, or he did heroin or not. I don’t think anything is ever that black and white, ya know? You and I have had so many talks about relationships, and monogamy. I just feel like maybe you think this is all your fault somehow. But, Roman... you two were in love. Anything that happened after that initial start up of the relationship was all because of that. I think sometimes we’re just not meant to be with people no matter how much we love them. But I do know one thing for sure; there is a reason for everything. Like; there’s a reason why he was your first boyfriend, and why you were still able to fall in love with me while being with him. I mean, you said he knew. Which to me says he knew exactly who you are and still loved you in spite of it. This doesn’t make you a bad person, Roman. He just... I don’t know. Maybe he couldn’t handle it. But when I look at you. I still see that perfectly flawed ball of beautiful mess that I love.”

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman watched Quentin as he spoke, hanging on every word as he always did, because it always meant a lot to hear what his friend had to say. No one cared more about Q’s opinion than Roman, he’d almost bet on that. He trusted this man more than absolutely anyone, and took his word as gospel. Maybe that was unhealthy, but being so far away from his family meant he needed someone to lean on, and Quentin was that person. He reached for his hands as soon as he finished, pressing his lips to his knuckles as he closed his eyes, and stayed that way for a moment. After a few seconds, Ro cleared his throat, and dropped both of their hands so he could play with Quentin’s fingers while thinking of what to say. “Thank you. You’re always there for me, and know exactly what to say.” His voice was raspy from crying, but he still managed a small smirk as his eyes flicked up to meet the other’s. “And I love you. I do. So fucking much, in every way. You’re my best friend, like family, and I also jus’...” he took in a deep breath, and ran a thumb over Q’s palm. “I think about you all the time.” Roman let out a dry laugh, as if this was really finally hitting him all at once. “And the biggest thing with Khai, and the fact that it’s over, is I just can’t shake the guilt.”

Quentin.

When Roman took his hand he could feel his heart speed up. He wasn’t sure if he was saying the right things or not. These were all just his opinions, and he hated being this raw. In fact, Roman was the only person he allowed himself to be this open with. He meant more to him than literally anyone, and he just wished that Roman could see himself the way he saw him. “Well, that’s not true. I don’t always know what to say. I just speak my truth, Romie.” He let his hand open for Roman’s thumb to trail along his palm and let his fingers rub against his friends wrist. “I think about you all the time too. I know you feel guilty. But, you know what? I don’t think Khai would want you to feel guilty. He has his demons too, and if he loves you like I think he does. I’m sure he just wants you to be happy.” Maybe that was just how he felt about it all. But being in love with Roman himself, he couldn’t see how Khai wouldn’t feel the same way. “It’s okay to be sad though. I’m gonna make you a bubble mask” he smiled. Closing his hand around Romans and leaning forward to kiss his forehead.December 29, 2020

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Thank god for Quentin. Seriously. This man was somehow making him feel better when it didn’t seem possible, and showering him with the perfect amount of love, and affection. Plus, who didn’t love forehead kisses? Roman didn’t even know what to say next, because words didn’t seem to measure up. Instead, the actor just leaned in to press his lips to the corner of Quentin’s mouth, and then turned his head to connect their mouths. It was such a soft kiss, needy, but gentle. It wasn’t supposed to be anything other than a token of gratitude, to let the other know that he was appreciated more than words could convey. Roman was a man of action after all. He had to back up what he was preaching, always. “Mmm weed?” Ro asked as soon as he pulled back, smiling because asking Quentin if he had, or wanted to smoke weed was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever done. But, he needed to calm his nerves, and he loved getting high with Q anyway.

Quentin.

Quentin smiled when Roman leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t really expecting that to happen at all, despite the actor telling him quite clearly that he loved him. As much as he wanted to kiss his best friend and take his mind completely off of everything, It was honestly the last thing on his mind, and he was taken a bit off guard with the way Roman melted right into his lips. He kissed him back with a slow languid passion. A soft whimper uncontrollably falling into Roman’s mouth before feeling him pull away. “Yesss... weeeeed” he smiled not even opening his eyes for a good few seconds. Damn that kiss knocked him for a loop. Stay focused Q he thought to himself, finally opening his eyes with a soft chuckle. “I’ll be right back” he informed. Standing up and pulling the headphones from his neck to place back onto the desk. He walked into the bedroom but only for a moment before returning with an arm full of stuff. “Here babe.. there some really good shit in here” he said, handing him a Darth Vader shaped tin. “I have some swishers in my back pocket” he turned so that Roman could reach them. He finally sat down beside him again on the couch and crossed his legs in Indian styled as he spread a bunch of shit out on the coffee table. He wasn’t kidding. He was legit gonna make Roman a bubble mask, and they were gonna get high as fuck while he did it too.

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High. Something Roman was often, if not most of the time. It was like being sober and stuck in reality was his worst nightmare. Could he really even be upset with Khai if he was doing the same thing? Yeah, maybe it wasn’t something as hard as heroin, but he was still trying to escape. He sat there for a moment as soon as Q got up, staring at his hands while his expression went solemn. God, he really was a brilliant actor, wasn’t he? Turning it on and off in a matter of seconds. But, just as fast as he’d switched moods before, he was smiling once again at his best friend when he walked back in with the goods. “Perfectttt...” he reached for the wraps in Quentin’s back pocket before slapping him on the ass, genuine in his positive semblance now that Q was back in his presence. That was how he’d first realized he was falling in love with Quentin to begin with. The other male never failed to lift his mood. “I love this Star Wars tin so much.” He confessed while making them a blunt, knowing that his friend already knew that they shared a love of the popular franchise. “We need to do a Star Wars marathon one day.” Ro brought the nearly finished blunt to his lips, licking along the wrap before ultimately sealing it.

Quentin.

Roman really was a good actor. Probably the best Q had ever come across here in Kingsboro. But even with the smile and happy semblance, Quentin knew Roman was still sad. They talked about how much he loved and adored Khai so many times. There was no way he even expected Roman to be okay right now. But he wasn’t going to dig either. If Roman wanted to get high and try to act like he was okay, then Q would be right there to support him. His best friend already knew he would be right there to catch him whenever he was ready to break. He let out a small squeal when Roman slapped his ass and then giggled like a school girl as he shook his head. God he knew Roman was gonna do that. But he loved it nonetheless. “Yeah? You like that one? I have an R2D2 one as well.. and of course Princess Leia. You can have that one if you want” he smiled. His hands mixing in a bunch of different ingredients for the mask as he kept shifting his attention between the two works of art. “We should definitely do that. I agree” he nodded. His eyes following Romans tongue as it slowly glided along the blunt. “Maybe we can make a day of it. I can get us some galactic snacks and maybe even make fresh paddy frogs, and floating fruits” he teased. Pulling his hands from the mixture and moving to straddle over Roman’s lap. “Close your eyes beautiful boy. I’m gonna a make you even more stunning then you already are” he grinned.

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The thoughts of putting his weed in Princess Leia sounded extremely appealing, so of course the brit was nodding to accept Quentin’s gracious offer. Roman became extremely distracted though when Q straddled him, knowing the other was doing it this way on purpose. They both knew they couldn’t physically stay apart for too long once they were in the same room. It just wasn’t possible. Y’know...for scientific reasons. Roman smirked while the other man tried to apply his mask, hands dropping down to Quentin’s waist so he could dip his thumbs under the hem of the other’s shirt. “I love so much that you made me a face mask.” Roman giggled before closing his eyes, attempting to be a good boy and do as he was told.

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Of course he was doing it this way on purpose. He wanted to keep Roman as distracted from his heartache as possible. But he also just wanted to be in his lap. He couldn’t help himself honestly. There was a magnetic pull between the two of them, and no matter how hard they tried, they had to be touching in some way. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth to bite back his naughty little grin as he felt Roman’s thumbs brush along his skin just above his waist. Giving his hips a little wiggle as if to stop him, but not really wanting him to at all. “You better behave, Romie” he chuckled through his words. Placing his hands upon Roman’s cheeks as he began to massage little circles around his cheekbones. “Yeah?” he asked with a light whispered tone. “Well, I love making them for you too. I gotta take care of my man don’t I?” Calling his best friend his just simply fell from his lips so easily. He didn’t even think about it. His hands working sensually over the beautiful outlines of Romans face as he applied more of the mixture.

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Roman was smirking at the command to behave, like that was even possible. He’d never really behaved in his life, especially not when he was in a situation like this. Quentin was a model, actually, even better looking than any model he’d ever seen. He was like the most beautiful man brought to life. How the other male couldn’t see that, Roman would never know, but it wasn’t something that ever left his mind. Ro leaned in to nip at Quentin’s collarbone for a split second, and then pulled back to let the other male continue what he was trying to do while Roman tried not to smile. He just called the actor his man. His man. There was no way he was going to stop smiling now. “Oh? Is that so? Please, tell me more.” The barista ran his fingertips up Quentin’s chest over his shirt.

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Quentin was all smiles as he watched Roman smirking like an idiot. It made him feel all giddy inside and to be quite honest. It really turned him on. Roman was the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his entire life, and that smile of his. God! It did things to him he would never be able to put into words. When Roman leaned forward to nip at his collar bone, Q practically growled. Gripping onto the sides of his best friends head to not fall backwards the best he could with his hands covered in bubble mask. “Heeeey” he grinned. Trying to make a serious face but failing miserably as he quirked his brow at the actor and booped his nose. “That is so” he insisted with a wide blushy smile. “Someone’s gotta take care of you, and it should most definitely be me” he informed. His chest rising and falling a bit slow and heavy as Roman’s fingers trailed over his chest. He reached for the towel he left draped over the back of the couch and wiped off his hands before cupping them around the sides of his mans neck. “I love you. I’m always gonna take care of you, Romie” he added with a much softer tone. The kind of tone you get when you’re really feeling someone and wanting to kiss them more than you even care to breathe. “Do you feel tingly?”

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Roman had always wanted to feel like he was in his own 80s romcom, falling in love to an epic soundtrack with the greatest love songs of all time. Think Titanic, Armageddon, Say Anything. He wanted someone to hold a boom box outside his window, or jump into his arms. He wanted all of that with Quentin. Roman had traveled all over the world, but nothing had ever been more exciting than falling in love. This feeling was definitely why people risked getting hurt, wasn’t it? “I feel extremely tingly.” The actor admitted while pressing his hand against Quentin’s chest. “Your heart’s beating so fast.” Roman observed, and looked up into the other’s deep blue eyes.

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The way Roman was looking at him right now, was indescribable. It was almost as if he were watching a romance movie and Q was the leading man that everyone fell in love with. He had never been looked at like this before, and truthfully, it was a bit overwhelming. Mostly because he could see in Roman’s eyes exactly what he was feeling for him as well. It was no secret that Quentin was a bit of a hopeless romantic. He craved the perfect love story, the magical moments, and he wanted them all so badly with Roman. He could feel himself getting lost inside his best friends touch. Falling deeper and deeper into him as his hand pressed against his chest. He couldn’t even speak for a moment, only nodding his head to Romans words as he licked his lips and caressed his thumbs along Roman jawline. “I... I feel extremely tingly too.” Really Quentin? That’s what you’re gonna chose to say right now?

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman could tell he was somewhat talking Quentin off guard. He looked the most vulnerable he could remember even seeing the other male. He was pliant, and seemingly on his same level. “Good.” Ro slid his hand up Q’s chest to his collarbone, and ultimately around his neck. It was in an erotic way, just holding onto the younger with a certain sense of ownership, and control. Plus, he loved being able to feel the way his pulse sped up at the action, and how his voice vibrated down his forearm, and spread through his body. “Tell me what else you’re feeling.” Roman asked in a deep tone, eyes flicking up to look at Quentin with a darkened gaze.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Everything was so simple with Roman. As easy as breathing even. But up until this very moment, Quentin had tried to keep a cap on what he was truly feeling for his best friend. Roman had a boyfriend, and he had Aaron. But after his confession to Aaron, and the business man telling him not to love him. This break up with Khai somehow blew the cap clear out of existence. His heart was beating so hard and fast and it wasn’t because he was scared per say. But more so because he knew Roman felt the same way. He had never felt like this before with anyone. So many emotions were pulsating throughout his body, and when Roman’s hand claimed his neck. He became alive in a way he never thought he truly could. His lips parted with a deep breath of desire as he gazed back into Roman’s darkened eyes. His own hands gripping firmly at his friends jawline as his thumb traced his lips. “I’m feeling... “ he breathed out with a lustful whisper. “Like I am so insanely and deeply in love with you. Like... I can feel you transcending throughout my entire existence.” He wasn’t exactly sure how they got to this point by doing bubble masks. But fuck, That was all just a part of the beautiful mystery in the alchemy.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Oh god. Roman had almost forgotten about the bubble mask until it started to feel kind of funny, knowing there’s no way he was gonna be sexy with this pillow on his face. The actor giggled, taking a moment to peel off the mask, and look up at his lover from such a fantastic angle. Seriously...who looked good from this angle other than Quentin??? His heart felt like mush the second the other male expressed his love, having the sensation of melted butter on warm bread - honey spread across his tongue. Man, he hadn’t even smoked yet, and he was already slipping into a fuzzy state of mind. “Yeah? I think I know exactly what you mean...” Roman held up the blunt he’d rolled, placing it between Quentin’s lips before switching on the lighter for him, lighting up the end so he could get the first few huffs. It was erotic, and he was kind of hoping for a good shot gun.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Quentin giggled with his best friend when he remembered he had a bubble mask on his face and watched him peel it off. Hell, Q was looking right at it the entire time, but It was like it was transparent. Looking right through it and into those beautiful green eyes of his. “Oh, you think you know huh?” he grinned. Another soft giggle passing through his lips as Roman placed the blunt between them. He watched intensely as the actor ignited the flame and he inhaled deeply. Letting the smoke blissfully fill his lungs as he held it in for as long as he could. Smiling down at Roman he placed his hand onto his shoulder and leaned closer to press their lips together. Exhaling the smoke erotically into his mans mouth as he let his tongue curl up beneath his top lip.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Quentin was so many things for Roman. He filled a variety of voids, and sex wasn’t even at the top of that list. So, he would never want to make his friend feel like he was using him in any capacity, the light touch of their lips together showing that Roman really wanted the intimacy. It was about the emotions he was feeling towards the younger, not the lust. “Mmmm....” Ro hummed into Quentin’s mouth, all while inhaling the smoke from the other’s lungs into his own. God, that was always so hot. Roman would do just about anything to be as close to Q as possible. The actor finally pulled away so he could turn his head, and exhale puffs of smoke into the air.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

There was absolutely nothing more intimate than getting high with some you love and shot gunning with them. It was like a poetic way of being able to breathe a piece of yourself straight into that other persons being. Maybe that was just a stoners way of thinking. But, Quentin knew that Roman could most definitely relate. He pulled back from Roman’s lips to watch the smoke slowly exhale from his lungs and a soft smile pulled at his lips. “It’s so good, right?” he hummed. Bringing the blunt up to his friends lips to let him hit it once again. It was kind of insane that they weren’t full on making out right now. But, it wasn’t about that. Even with the strong attraction and the heat building between them. Roman never made him feel hurried or expected in any type of way. It was nice just to linger in the sexual magnetism and chemicals intertwining them together. Q lifted up from Roman’s lap and took a seat back down beside him. Placing the blunt between Roman’s lips once again and letting go as he laid his head down into his lap. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked as he trailed his fingers along the actors jaw. Remembering how upset he was when he first showed up and hoping that maybe he had helped. Even if it was only in the smallest of ways.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Was he okay? The question played over in his brain like a skipping record while he lit the joint in his mouth for another toke. He needed to be so much higher than he was right now, to run from his thoughts and hope that everything would be alright tomorrow. Roman let his eyes flutter closed, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air as soon as he blew out the smoke from his lungs. “I will be.” He then replied, craning his neck so that he could look at the other male in his lap. “I’ve got you. How could I not be okay?” Roman asked next, and dropped a hand to start inching up under the hem of Quentin’s shirt once again. His fingertips grazed over the soft hairs below his coworker’s belly button where he knew Q was sensitive.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Quentin smiled softly at his friend’s response. He knew deep down that he was still hurting. He just hoped he could at least ease the pain even a little. Roman loved Khai so much, and knowing his friends now ex was going through something inevitably life changing. It couldn’t be easy for Roman to just sit here pretending everything was all okay. Q knew that. It wasnt like he was a heartless person, and even with knowing Roman loved him too, the guilt he felt over it must be eating him alive. None of this was going to get better for either of them in a blink of an eye. But Quentin loved Roman. He loved him more than life itself. So if Roman wanted to act like it was okay, or if he wanted to sob in his arms. He was going to be right there with him, holding him up. He started to get lost in his thoughts a little bit, thanks to the weed, but when Roman spoke again he let out a small chuckle. “That’s right! You do have me. You always have me” he grinned. His eyes shifting down to where Roman’s hand played with the hem of his shirt again. He could feel his fingers brush against his lower stomach and he breathed in a deep shaky breath. His abs sucking in and becoming more defined as his eyes shifted back to Roman. “Roman...” he exhaled with an overwhelming need. “Kiss me. Please...” he added. His free hand moving to make a fist in the fabric of his best friends shirt as the other trailed across his jaw to the back of his neck.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Never in his life had Roman been able to let down his walls like this, and not struggle to do so. It was like he wasn’t thinking about anything else other than Quentin anymore. He couldn’t remember why he’d been so closed off on the idea of love to begin with, when now he was feeling it like a slap in the face. He’d spent so much time wondering if maybe he was broken, and all along there was someone out there that was about to knock him on his ass. He’d also never wanted someone as bad as he wanted Q right now. His best friend. His partner in crime. The one person who could listen to all of his issues, and turn them around in an instant. So, when Quentin begged him for a kiss, he didn’t even flinch before leaning down, and pressing his lips to the other’s in a firm, but still gentle embrace. He’d been craving the taste of his mouth, which he promptly licked into with a low hum.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Looking back over the last couple of months you could almost laugh. Q and Roman have had so many talks about love. Where they stood with it all, the confusion that had with it, and why they were so closed off to it. Not once during any of those chats would you think this was there they were going to end up. Quentin had trust issues, and he deeply worried abandonment; and Roman was scared of being hurt or even worse hurting someone he truly loved. If only they could have realized this a little sooner, maybe they would have been the ones calling each other boyfriend right now. Instead, Roman’s walls were tumbling down, and Quentin was left raw. Completely trusting his best friend with his heart no matter what the outcome might be. This was love. It wasn’t just the desire they felt for each other, or the jealousy they felt when they were with another. It was much deeper than that. Quentin always felt like, if real love truly did exist, it would just happen without warning. But there was no way either of them could have prepared for something like this. It was like being punched in the gut in the most blissful and beautiful way. To be quite honest, he absolutely couldn’t get enough. He tilted his head just slightly to press his lips fervently into Roman’s. His chest rising and falling with the most intense emotions he had ever felt in his entire life. Who needed Molly when the rush he got from Roman Beckett left him completely breathless and euphoric. All he wanted to do was sink right into his skin and become one with him. But instead he pulled back after only a few moments. “I love you” he whispered against his best friends swollen lush lips.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

When Quentin said he loved him, it sparked something inside the actor that was completely unfamiliar to him. He thought he’d experienced everything by now, but apparently Q was going to continue keeping him on his toes. He’d gotten close with Khai, really close, but he’d never actually considered “making love” until right now. “I love you, too. Can we...maybe go to your bedroom?” Roman found himself asking so vulnerably. He barely even recognized himself, coming off almost shy in a way. This was out of his comfort zone, normally he’d just fuck Quentin right here on the couch, maybe pin him down by his throat, or ask for it in return. He knew this wasn’t something familiar to the other male either, but it just felt so...right in this moment.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Quentin could feel his heart skip a beat when Roman repeated those three little words back to him. Sure, they said I love you to each other before. But right now, there was something much deeper behind it. Like they were finally letting go of any restraints they may have had, and were completely giving in to one another. The sound of Romans voice was like nothing Quentin had ever heard from him before. There was a soft vulnerability to it, and Q could feel his entire body render beneath his breath. “Yeah.. I’d like that” he responded with a soft delicacy. His eyes expressing a type of tenderness he never really showed. He lifted his head from Roman’s lap and stood over him as he held his hand out to take his. Lacing their fingers together and leading him toward his bedroom. We’re they about to make love? Quentin wasn’t really sure. All he knew for sure in this moment, was nothing ever felt this right.(edited)

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman was a switch in the bedroom, Quentin knew this by now, it just depended on what mood he was in. Tonight? He just wanted to take the reigns on this one, at least for right now. Roman felt the overwhelming need to lace his fingers with Q’s, playing with his fingers as he lead them back to the other’s room like it was his own, stepping past the doorway before he was turning around to face his lover. “I need you naked.” The actor’s voice was full of rasp, his hands now dropping down to tug at the hem of Quentin’s top, lifting it up past his abs while biting his lower lip. He was definitely staring, watching every inch of skin revealed to him until they were down to Q’s underwear. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot. You know that?” Ro ran his hands over his coworker’s shoulders, down his arms, and ultimately stopping at his hands to weave their fingers together once again as he leaned in to join their lips.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

When it came to sex with Roman, Quentin never felt like he had to play a certain part. They could both be total switches, but when they were together, it was never like they needed to assign any specific role. Things just happened naturally between them. Like magic in the moonlight they easily conformed to whatever their bodies were telling them. Quentin could feel a shiver of desire run down his spin and straight to his dick when Roman spoke. His head nodding slowly before hooking his thumbs through the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down as instructed. He kicked them to the side as Roman’s fingertips traced over his abs. Running his hands over his shoulders and down his arms with such skillful movements, Q could barely breathe. He parted his lips to speak as his fingers wrapped tightly around Romans. But before he could even get anything to come out his lips were melting hopelessly into his lovers. A soft yearning whimper vibrating into their kiss as Quentin felt himself surrender.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Ro didn’t think he’d ever really heard Quentin whimper like that before, so when he did, it shot literally straight to his dick. Good LORD. That was hot. “I want you.” Roman breathed against the other’s lips, and then bit at the each one with a low growl. He realized quickly that he was still fully clothed, and stepped away only to pull off his shirt, and then step out of his skinny jeans. The actor’s eyes stayed locked on Q’s for a moment as he took him in once again, and then ended up tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, he wanted to go at this a little softer, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t gonna be a little rough. He couldn’t help it. Roman immediately attached his lips to his lover’s neck once they were on the mattress, sucking, and biting at his skin while moving a hand between Quentin’s legs to start rubbing his crotch with the heel of his palm.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

God! He felt so dizzy right now. It the most blissful and euphoric way possible. He never thought that just hearing those words come from Roman’s lips could turn him on so much. “I want you too, baby” he breathed out with such a fierce craving as Roman bit at his lips. His hands moving to trail all over his lovers chest as he began to remove his clothing. Goddamn, this man was beautiful. Q couldn’t even take his eyes off of him for a moment. His hands now moving to grip at Romans waist as he tackled him down onto the bed. He let out a soft grunt as his back hit the mattress and he lulled his head back. The feeling of Romans lips on his neck as his hand moved between his legs causing him to moan and whimper with such an alluring desperation. “Roman... mmm” he forced out through a hard pleasurable breath. Using his long fingers to grip fervently at his lovers locks as he spread his legs even wider for him. “I love how you touch me, baby. I need you” he confessed. Yanking Ro’s head back by his hair to crash their lips together ravenously.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman knew Quentin was already getting a little desperate. To be frank, Ro was also ready to just pound him into the mattress, but the actor was trying for once to show some restraint. They could take things slow...right? Roman moved his lips against the other’s passionately, getting a good taste of him while he continued to rub his palm against Quentin’s growing erection. Fuck, he loved this man’s cock so much. Eventually, he pulled the length from his underwear so he could wrap his fingers around it, and begin to stroke him. The actor never once pulled his lips away from his coworker’s, massaging their tongues together in a heated makeout session while I rubbed on Q’s cock, running his thumb through precum with a moan.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

One thing about Quentin that many people didn’t know, was that even with his hopeless romantic ways. It took a lot to really break him out of his hard sexual domination. Even when he was simping for someone he had a particular way of keeping his most sensitive self at bay. When you could get Quentin to be really soft, that’s when you knew you really had him. It was pretty clear even now that he was struggling to keep his walls up. He trusted Roman and he loved this man so much. But there was definitely still a part of him that was a little scared. Not that he would ever admit to that. The way they were kissing right now was tearing him down wall by wall, and his soft whimpers became more vulnerable than desperate. Their tongues intertwining together in such a pure capitulation as his grip on Roman’s hair loosened. “Roman..” he whispered with such a soft lustful adoration. “I want you to make love to me.” He wrapped his free hand lightly around his coworkers wrist as he was stroking him, using his thumb to gently caress the back of his hand as he moaned quietly.January 1, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

This was the second time in his life he’d ever been asked to make love to someone, and it was still just as surreal. Roman believed in romance, it was hard not to when he and Quentin said all the things they’d said. But, actions were different, and right now they were being forced to break down those last few walls and finally give into each other. Ro blinked down at Q for a moment with a slight smirk on his lips, just watching the other male as he continued to stroke him until he finally made the move to reach for the lube. It wasn’t long until Roman had his lips back on Quentin’s, kissing him deeply while his fingers explored his heat, stretching him out, and massaging the pads of his fingers against the other’s prostate nice and slow. They had all the time in the world to enjoy this, and Ro was going to make sure Q was ready for him.January 2, 2021

Quentin

This was the first time Quentin had ever asked anyone to make love to him. Maybe he used those words a time or two before, but never with the same intentions he was feeling right now. He wanted to become one with Roman. For him to feel exactly what he was feeling inside. With the way Roman was looking at him right now though, he was sure he could see right through him. His eyes were glossing over with such a deep burning passion as the pleasure his lover was giving him pulsated throughout his entire body. It was like with every stroke he supplied another wall came crashing down around them. His face contorting into the most blissfully and beautiful way as his lover pushed his fingers into his heat and explored his hidden pleasures. “Mmmm...Shit” he moaned softly against Romans lips as he lifted his hips up from the mattress. Pressing up into his lovers hand as his lips parted against his mouth. “Romie..” he whispered breathlessly as his lips curved up into a seductive grin. “God.. that feels so good. “Mmm... I need you closer” he insisted. His fingers clawing hopelessly at his lovers skin to pull him in impossibly closer.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman knew Quentin was enjoying this, getting doted on and pleasuring like he always should be. Ro loved taking his time with Q, making sure to open him up just the way he should be, that he was feeling as much pleasure as possible with even just a finger. “I can’t wait to be inside of you...” Roman whispered, and then brushed his nose along the line of Quentin’s jaw until deciding to nuzzle near his ear while he added another finger inside his lover. He scissored them in and out of his tight heat, making sure to hook them upwards towards Quentin’s prostate each time he entered.

Quentin.

God, he really did love this. The pleasure he was feeling was so unhurried and yet intense. It was all a bit overwhelming, but in the best possible way ever. His hand moving to rub Romans growing girth over his underwear as he brushed the side of his face against his lovers. “I can’t wait either. I wanna make you feel so good” he managed to breath out between soft whimpers and moans. Hooking his leg over Roman’s hip and rolling onto his side to face him. “I want these off” he instructed with a slight tug against his underpants. Helping the best he could to get them off before moving one of his hands to cup Roman’s face. Kissing him again with a slow and intimate entanglement of their lips as his tongue fervently explored his lovers mouth. Their chest pressing so close together he could swear their hearts were beating as one. As his other hand wrapped loosely around his lovers length to stroke him slow and diligently.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman actually chuckled when Quentin started getting insistent on the removal of his underwear. “Okay, okay, they’re coming off!!” How is it that after all this time together, Quentin still managed to make him feel all swoopy? It was like that addicting puppy love feeling that he’d never been able to experience growing up. Roman had spent years believing he was broken when really it just took the right person, at the right time. Ro threw his underwear into the floor before he was back over Quentin, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his friend’s briefs so he could tug them off in record timing. “Keep your eyes on me.” The actor then instructed, but not at all in a demanding way. His voice was soft, reassuring as he leaned down to start placing thoughtful kisses all the way down his coworker’s stomach. He made a trail down the center of his abs, the heat of his breath just slightly flirting with the skin below Quentin’s belly button while his hand once again found its way around his lover’s cock. His thumb made a trail across the slit, coating the pad of his finger before he used it as lube to start stroking the younger.January 3, 2021

Quentin.

It was so obvious. Quentin was in complete awe of this man. Even the sound of his laughter had him feeling all electric inside. He was perfect. Every movement of his fingers, the softness of his lips. Quentin couldn’t imagine love feeling like another other than this. He nodded his head and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as Roman instructed him to keep his eyes on him. The tone of his lovers voice alone causing him to feel all hot and tingly. Sucking in his stomach as Roman’s hot breath sent electric waves all throughout his being. “Mmm... baby” he purred. His lip popping from his teeth as his mouth parted with desire. Jesus, Roman either really knew what he was doing right now, or Quentin was dreaming the best dream he ever had in his entire life. His hands moving to his lovers shoulders as his nails bit into his skin. Sure this was slow and intimate, and they were really taking their time with each other. But Quentin knew what Roman liked, what he liked, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little intense intimacy.January 4, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Hearing Quentin say baby like that, it was an ethereal experience. It was one of those moments that shot arousal through every nerve ending, making the actor shiver as his teeth grazed his lover’s lower abs. After a few more drags of his lips, Ro finally decided to rub his them against the tip of Q’s dick, coating his mouth in pre cum in the most obscene way before deciding to take the other balls deep. He gagged a little on the length, but then managed to relax his throat around Quentin, taking him like a champ as he bobbed up and down. His fingers were inching up Q’s legs, gripping his thighs, and then trailing up to drag his nails over the younger’s nipples with a moan around his cock.January 6, 2021

Quentin.

It was so hard to look at Roman right now. He was so fucking beautiful and Q knew if he kept watching him working on his cock like that, he was gonna blow his load without any type of warning. “Oh, my, god” he gasped with pleasure as his cock flexed in the back of Roman’s throat. His fingers clenching so hard at whatever part of his lover he could grab onto as his hips lifted up from the mattress. Holy shit! Roman really fucking knew what he was doing with that mouth. His entire body riddling with goosebumps as his head lulled back against the pillow. “*Mmm, Romie.. fuck baby” he moaned in the most pleasurable way. His toes practically curling with pleasure as his lovers nails raked over his nipples. Shooting an intense amount of orgasmic waves throughout his entire body. “Fuuuu...” he gasped. Almost forgetting to breath as his hips jerked up and thrusted in and out of Romans mouth.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Pretty much everyone who knew Roman, knew how much the boy loved cock. Sucking it, riding it, playing with it. He was a cock slut at its finest, but with Quentin? It was so much more than that. He was so in love with this man, obsessed even, if he was being completely transparent. It was evident in the way he was staring at the other through his lashes while he bobbed up and down on his length. He wanted to make Q feel as good as possible, to work him up to his edge before deciding to take this further. He was going to make love to his best friend, just like he’d been asked to, and try and time it in a way they could both come completely undone together. Ro moved a hand between Quentin’s legs to begin prodding at his heat, just teasing him for now with the tip of his finger as his tongue swirled on the head of his lover’s cock.

Quentin.

There were no words to describe what was happening in this room right now. It was like they were on another level with one another. Getting lost in one another’s eyes while his body shook with the most intense pleasure. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out on letting go. But the second he felt Roman’s fingers teasing his heat, he completely gave in. His entire body visibly trembling as his mouth gaped open. He was so sure he was about to cum, but instead his body curled in. Sitting up and wrapping his arms around his lover to pull him up over him. “I need you. I wanna feel you” he practically whispered against his best friends cheek. Reaching down between them to guide Roman’s tip along his heat.January 7, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman rubbed his cheek against the others when he was pulled close, feeling their scruff together in the most arousing way. God, all he could think about now was Quentin’s stubble on the soft skin of his inner thighs. Fuck!! “Mmm baby...want me to use lube?” He whispered near his lovers ear before deciding to kiss it, taking Q’s earlobe between his teeth to gently nibble. He was thrusting forward while the other male guided him, pressing against his entrance while he waited for an answer. He wanted inside of him so damn bad, but he also didn’t want to hurt his baby. Not that Quentin was concerned about that, but Ro figured he could be for the both of them.(edited)January 8, 2021

Quentin.

It wasn’t hard to tell that Quentin was in a bit of a love drunk haze as Roman kissed his ear. He just wanted to feel Roman against him, and he was just so fucking ready. His head nodding slowly to his lovers question before he began moving his free hand to feel around on the bed for the tube. “Be gentle” he grinned a bit cheekily as he handed the lube to his lover. Knowing damn well Roman knew he was just being a little brat. Holding his hand open for Roman to squirt some lube out before stroking his cock slow and hard. “Does that feel good baby?” he asked in a low seductive tone before kissing his neck. His thumb paying extra attention to his lovers tip before guiding him back to his entrance.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman’s breaths were coming out heavy, and shuttered as his lover stroked him with the lube. Wow, that felt so fucking good. Of course it couldn’t even compare to how he was about to feel inside of Quentin, but having this man touch him in any way was always so fucking satisfying. “Q...” Ro moaned, and immediately began to thrust forward to begin sliding into the other male’s tight heat. It was quite the stretch, so he was really trying to concentrate on going nice and slow. “Oh my god.” He huffed out, and then rubbed his lips against Quentin’s ear, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of the younger’s head. “You feel so good, baby.”(edited)January 10, 2021

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

There was just something so intimate about the way Roman pushed himself into him. His movements so slow and unhurried. Leaving Q to unravel with soft lustful moans as his lips lifted to meet his lovers. “ughhh.... baby. You feel so good too” he managed to breathe out through his heavy breaths. His hands moving to grip onto his best friends as as he pulled him even deeper into his heat. “Fuuuu...” he whimpered with a pleasurable sigh. Grinding his hips into Roman’s as he lifted his head just slightly to connect his lips to his lovers shoulder. There was literally nothing better than this moment right now. His body was literally trembling with how much desire he had for this man. “Roman...*” he moaned softly against his skin. His legs clamping around his waist to hold him so deep inside of him as he continued to rock against him.January 12, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman had never tried so hard to make sure someone was comfortable in bed, as he was right now. He was gently rocking his cock in and out of his lover’s tight heat, small moans coming in between. His whole body was writhing with pleasure, and he hoped Q was feeling even better with the way he was grinding against his prostate. “Yeah baby?” Ro moaned when he heard his name, waiting for Quentin to answer while he placed slow, wet kisses to his coworker’s neck. “You sound so good like this.”January 14, 2021

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

Roman’s movements were so slow and precise. Rocking his body with the most intense and euphoric pleasures he had ever felt. There was just something so different about really taking your time. It was almost like Quentin could feel his lovers cock throbbing throughout his entire body. “I love you” he breathed out through his hard lust filled breaths. His hands moving to grip at his lovers hair as his arms wrapped securely around his neck. He pressed their foreheads together and looked deep into Roman’s dark eyes as he continued to thrust up against him. His lips parting fervently as his back slightly arched off the mattress. “Mmm... God! You’re so fuckin beautiful” he whispered through shaky breathes of pleasure. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he moved one of his hands wrap around Roman’s neck. “Uuhhh.. you feel so good. Harder” he demanded. His tone was soft but his grip was firm as he pressed his thumb profoundly against Roman’s Adam’s apple.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Quentin was gorgeous. Everything about him, his sharp features, and crinkly eyed smile. He loved the way he spoke, the way he thought about things. He loved his personality, and how much he was willing to do for others. There’s a reason Q had been his best friend for so long, and now he was his lover. Even on the darkest of days, Roman could feel better knowing he had Quentin. The actor gasped when he felt his boyfriend’s hand tighten around his throat, trying to focus on what he’d even been told to do, which was go harder. He began snapping his hips in a faster rhythm, making small noises mixed with ragged breaths whenever they would make their way past Q’s grip. It wasn’t gonna be long until he needed to cum, but he was trying his best to hold off.(edited)January 16, 2021

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

There wasn’t anyone else in the world who could really see Quentin the way that Roman did. Their connection was so strong on so many levels. It was like each time their eyes met they could see right into one another’s souls. He never felt like he had to hide anything, or compete for his affection. It was almost like looking directly into a mirror. Even with their difference, when they came together, they came together as one. Quentin never felt so safe, so loved, so taken care of. Even now with the way Roman snapped his hips harder into him. There was a kind of passion to it he knew he couldn’t get from anyone else. “Mmm... Romie” he grinned with pleasure as he continued to look deep into his eyes. Moving his hand back to his lovers ass to pull him in deeper as the other hand continued to grip firm at his neck. “Fuck.... you’re so deep baby” his lips parted with a lust filled gasp as his fingers teased at Roman’s heat. Decidedly pushing into him as he fingered him nice and slow.January 17, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Fuck, there really wasn’t a much better feeling than fucking Q while being fingered. It was making the actor feel lightheaded, or maybe that was from the grip at his throat. Pleasure was pulsing through his veins all the way out to every nerve ending, his lips tingling, and parted. Quentin looked so damn good like this as well, in the throes of pleasure. Roman was the one making him feel that way as well, and that was the best part. “Q...” his voice was so pitiful as he tried to speak, hips thrusting as hard as his could physically muster without exploding prematurely. He dropped halfway down against his boyfriend so that he could reach between the other’s legs, and start steadily pumping his cock. He wanted Quentin to cum all over them both, and direct stimulation was exactly what he knew the younger needed to reach his peak.

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

God! Roman sounded so fucking sexy right now. The look in his eyes topped with the rasp in his voice was doing things to his body he couldn’t even explain. This man could probably get him off without even touching him. But when he did touch him, goddamn!! It was like fireworks exploding throughout his entire being. His hips jerking up against his lovers strong hand as he stroked him with just enough pressure to really send him soaring over the edge. “Fuuuuck baby” he growled through his gritting teeth. His hips involuntarily jerking and thrusting harder than they had been before as his orgasm took over his body. His hot sticky cum shooting all over his and his lovers chest in the throes of passion as he pulled his fingers from his boyfriends heat. He wrapped his legs tightly around his lovers waist to force him even deeper into him. As the most erotic whimpers fell from his lips. The feeling of Roman’s cock flexing firm against his prostate causing his entire body to tremble as he loosened his grip on his neck and crashed their lips together.(edited)January 18, 2021

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

There were a lot of things Roman loved about having sex with Quentin. Yeah, he was gorgeous, sexy, all of that - so of course it was gonna be amazing, but the look on his face when he came? That was the prize, and not even just because it looked so hot. He loved this man. That kind of love that keeps you up all night, consumes your every thought to the point when you’re not with that person, you just think about when you’ll see them again. Roman wanted to make Q feel good all day every day, and being able to make him cum like this? It was a feeling he couldn’t explain. “I love you...” the actor muttered as soon as they’d both come down a little from their high — Roman having filled up his lover with his own cum, both of them still tangled together, completely connected. He took a moment to admire his lover, green eyes scaling over the younger’s face while his fingers lifted to trail through his sweat dampened hair. He realized he’d never really felt this particular way before, just...happy. “You’re really beautiful. You know that?”January 19, 2021

✰ 𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ ✰

“I love you too. I love you so fucking much” he breathed out through his hard breaths. His arms wrapping tightly around Roman’s neck and pulling him down for a deep and languid kiss. His heart was beating so hard and slow he could swear it was gonna pound right out of his chest. He really did love this man so much. So so so much. He wasn’t even sure how he didn’t even noticed it before. He knew he liked Roman. But this? This was the kind of love that just sneaks up on you and makes you feel like your entire life before it was a lie. He needed Roman like he needed air. This man consumed him in every possible way there was to be consumed and he was loving every minute of it. He was his, and his alone. It didn’t matter what happened after they left this room. He belonged to Roman, and there wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for him to make sure he was happy every single day of his life.

#discord #☾ *・ﾟ starring — ↳ quentin

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faefictions · 5 years ago

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Lonely People | Ch 5

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 1,904

Y/n spent the entire weekend dreading Monday morning. Class already wasn’t an event to look forward to, but after her conversation with Jace, she didn’t want to have to look Harrison in the eye. Of course, if things went down with him like they had with Jace, it wouldn’t have been that bad. She had only known him for a couple weeks, and they weren’t that close anyway. But they were going to be forced together for this project so she had to find some way to avoid the situation altogether. And that was how she came up with the worst plan she had ever made. She decided to just make him not like her.

In hindsight, she should have known that that wasn’t going to work how she wanted it. You can’t force someone to not have feelings, just like you can’t force those feelings into existence. But that wouldn’t have stopped her from trying anyway. Her goal was to make him hate her just enough that he wouldn’t have a crush on her, but not so much that he couldn’t stand working with her. Her grade still mattered to her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

When she got into the building on Monday morning, she took a deep breath and braced herself. She knew it wasn’t like he was about to make a move on her, but she had to be proactive. When she walked into the class, just one minute before the bell, she glanced up to see Harrison already at the desk, two coffees sitting in front of him.

He smiled up at her and offered her one of the coffees when she approached him. She kindly took it from the desk and took a sip.

“There a reason for this?” she asked, gesturing towards the cup.

“Didn’t want you to be late again,” he chuckled, trying to lighten her seemingly dim mood.

“Oh, uh, thanks, I guess,” she replied trying her best to not show her appreciation.

“Wait, what if I had stopped for coffee anyway?”

“Well I guess I didn’t think that far ahead,” he replied, the small smile almost disappearing from his face. She decided to take that as a win for now.

Mr. Sullivan dismissed both the classes early so they could either prepare for their shoots, head into the studio, or take their shoots elsewhere.

Y/n and Harrison made their way back to her apartment to get the clothes they had left there from the previous class. The walk was filled with an awkward silence, one that neither of them had the guts to break. Jace had gotten into both of their heads, so any hope for a normal conversation was out the door.

When they reached the apartment, Harrison didn’t light up like he usually did when he saw Jace. He gave him a begrudged smile and followed y/n into her room to help her gather whatever she needed for their photoshoot. She noticed his awkward shift of character around Jace, but didn’t say anything. She knew exactly why he was acting that way. She wasn’t initially sure if Jace had confronted Harrison too, but she had her suspicions. She tried to not be upset about it, but it irked her beyond belief. Jace had no right to interfere with her love life, or lack thereof. That was her decision.

“You ok?” Harrison asked, snapping y/n out of her little trance. She realized that she had been standing in the middle of the room, blankly staring at the closet for a few seconds too long.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” she muttered, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

She reached into her closet and pulled out two of the outfits that they had chosen the week before. She let Harrison decide which one they would focus on for the day. She was happy with his choice: a deep blue sweater and some white pants. He had also picked out a watch and simple gold chain to go with the outfit as well.

They had mutually agreed to spend as little time in the studio as possible. Everyone seemed to be centering their projects on artificial lighting and indoor set-ups. Y/n, of course, had to think outside of the box. So she decided to have only one photo in the studio, and the rest would use as much natural light as possible and be taken in an urban setting. Harrison loved the idea, and the examples she was showing him were amazing enough to seal the deal officially.

Y/n left Harrison in her bedroom to change while she grabbed some more of her personal equipment from the main room. There was a corner next to the television that she had convinced Sierra and Jace to let her store some of her excess stands and bags in. It wasn’t too much, she just didn’t want it cluttering her room.

By the time she was all packed up and ready to go, Harrison was coming out of her room to show her the outfit. She mentally noted all the minor adjustments she wanted to make before she started taking photos, and headed out the door.

She had to admit that the walk to their first location was excruciatingly awkward. The silence between them felt heavy, but neither of them wanted to comment on it. Being around Harrison was proving to be more difficult than she thought it would be.

As they reached their destination, the silence was only filled by her occasional instructions for him. She had to admit, he was good at what he did. She barely had to fix each pose that he would do. It was a relief to know that her professor truly had paired her with someone who knew what they were doing.

“So, do you have any plans for Autumn break?” Harrison eventually asked as y/n was checking the shots on her camera. He was getting sick of the silence. He couldn’t figure out why it was happening in the first place. Had he said something, done something?

“You mean Thanksgiving break?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Fall break was in October,” she tried to hide her giggle.

“You know what I meant.”

“Can’t pass up the opportunity to make fun of you,” she tried to keep a straight face. This was a little easier than she thought.

“Are you going to answer the question, or are you too busy poking fun?” he tried not to smile.

“I don’t know. Sierra and Jace usually make me trade off going home with them for holidays, but I’m not really enjoying that.”

“And why don’t you just go home?”

“This is home.”

Her demeanor completely changed with the answer, Harrison could tell he had struck a chord within her and asking anything further would be a bad idea.

“So, uhm, do you have any plans?”

“No, I don’t thinking flying back to England for a week is worth the money. And I’m pretty sure Sierra is making Tom come home with her for the holiday.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, I think it’s a bit much, but they’re in puppy love, he’s really excited.”

That was great news for y/n. It was Sierra’s turn to take her back home, and if she was taking Tom with her instead, she had an excuse to get out of it.

The conversation ended when y/n stated that she had gotten the shots she was looking for. The walk back to her apartment was almost as awkward as the walk there. The silence was still thick between them, but it didn’t feel as dreadful as before.

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That night, as y/n was beginning to chose and edit some of the photos from the day, she heard Sierra and Jace quietly arguing in the kitchen. It wasn’t a rare occasion to hear any of the 3 roommates arguing with another, especially in the last few months. Ever since the incident with Jace, their relationships had all been tested, but as far as y/n knew that was all over. So out of pure curiosity, she came out of her room and silently approached the kitchen, hoping to eavesdrop before they spotted her.

That hope went out the door when she heard Jace sigh and ask her to come around the corner. She never got the whole sneaky thing down.

“What’s going on?” she asked, looking between her roommates to their frustrated expressions.

Neither of them wanted to tell her, which was made obvious when they both hit the other’s arm, trying to pass the responsibility over.

“Is this about Thanksgiving?” y/n asked, slightly amused at their childlike avoidance.

“How’d you know?” Jace asked.

Y/n ignored the question and instead turned to Sierra. “Heard you’re taking Tom home with you this year.”

Sierra seemed ashamed to have been caught, but y/n just laughed at her.

“No worries, I can stay home for break. Really give you some alone time,” she gave her an over-exaggerated wink, but neither of her roommates found it amusing.

“Don’t be an idiot, y/n, you can come to my place,” Jace said, furrowing his brow.

“As sweet as the offer is, I really must insist that I stay home,” she stated, a slight sarcastic lift in her tone. “I appreciate the thought of you guys letting me come home with you, but you both must know how much I hate it by now.”

“Since when do you hate it?” Sierra asked, the offense more present in her voice than she was hoping.

“Si, your parents ask way too many questions. They’re sweet and all, but I don’t think I can sit through another speed round of personal questions.”

“And what about Jace’s family?”

“I think we all know how adamant Jace’s mom is about me just marrying her son already. Holidays with either of you just mean a week of avoiding your parents, it’s exhausting.”

Jace chuckled at her, but Sierra wasn’t so amused. “You can’t just stay here on your own,” she fought, crossing her arms.

“Actually, Si, believe it or not, I’m a big girl. I think I can handle a week on my own,” she said in a mocking tone as she made her way around the counter to grab a glass from a cabinet.

“See, I told you,” Jace teased Sierra, making her turn red.

“But, y/n..”

“I know, I said I hated being here alone, but that was like a month after we moved in. I’m fine with it now, I promise,” she reassured her friend. She rested her hands on Sierra’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring look, which just caused her to roll her eyes with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m telling Tom to make Harrison come check on you.”

“Or you could not do that,” y/n replied, sudden annoyance present in her tone.

“Just so I know you’re not dead. We both know you’re terrible at replying to texts… and calls… and literally any other form of communication.”

“I promise I’ll reply to anything you send, just don’t make your boyfriend’s little friend babysit me.”

“I thought we liked Harrison.”

“And I thought I was old enough to not need a babysitter.”

“Ok, fine, but if you ghost me, I’m making Tom call him.”

“Ok, deal,” y/n rolled her eyes and turned so she could fill her glass with water and return to her room to edit her photos in peace.

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caelenath · 4 years ago

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Sweet Child of Thine - chapter 5

Happy Sweet 16th Anniversary to Power Rangers SPD!

In celebration and humble homage, here’s a new chapter of my pre-canon fanfic. Cross-posted to AO3, FFnet, and caelenath.com.

Length: 1860 Warnings: concerns child abduction Chapter summary: If there was one thing Mirloc despised more than weakness, it was wasted potential.

5. destiny

The woman next door had sworn she'd heard a child crying inside the house, but had seen no one go in or come out in over six months, so she did what any sensible person would do—she told her daughter over a lunch date that the abandoned bungalow must be haunted, and planned to call somebody to see about mending the fence between the two properties sooner rather than later. The daughter fortunately happened to be a PD officer and immediately relayed her mother's observation to the people handling Sky's case.

So here Nate and Jay were, standing in front of the bungalow feeling hopeful but dreading at the same time what they'd find inside. The front yard was scrubby and rough, riddled with crab grass and dandelion stalks that showed the months of neglect more acutely than the house did. According to city records, the property was in foreclosure, so they hadn't bothered with a warrant. They prowled around the front windows before knocking on the door. There was no doorbell.

"SPD!"

There was no answer, not that they had really expected one. Jay squinted through the window, but everything inside remained dark and still. He knocked again, louder this time, and the ensuing silence was somehow more disappointing than before.

"Should we go in?" Nate asked.

Jay nodded. If there was any possibility a child was inside, abandoned, trapped, or otherwise endangered, they couldn't just walk away. Nate rattled the door handle a few times, and Jay thought he was going to try to wrench it. Instead, he took out a thin, flat card from his pocket and managed to jimmy the lock open just like in the movies, but the funny thing was, Nate looked as surprised as Jay felt. When Jay shot him an incredulous look, Nate just shrugged and put the card away.

Don't ask, his expression said.

The door creaked as he pushed it open and cautiously stepped inside. The interior was dim, dusty, and claustrophobic thanks to low ceilings and oblique sunlight. An uncomfortably narrow doorway tucked right against the back right corner led into what looked like the kitchen. Somewhere in the house was the hum of something electronically powered. Jay exchanged a quick look with Nate and was about to announce their presence again when they heard muffled footsteps upstairs followed by a scraping against the floor. Jay's pulse immediately quickened.

"Sky!" he shouted.

The reply was immediate. "Daddy!"

That little voice that had been missing for too long sent relief and fear surging through Jay's veins, and he sprinted up the stairs like gravity didn't exist.

"Sky!"

Sky called out for him again and it was the only thing he was aware of as he hit the top of the staircase and kept running. He didn't notice the electronic hum from earlier growing louder nor the device affixed over the bedroom door—obvious in hindsight—until it was too late. He slammed full speed into the invisible barrier and went sprawling backwards hard, his vision flaring all white, then all black before slowly filling back in. His forehead throbbed painfully.

Nate was leaning over him, weapon ready in one hand while his other reached down to touch Jay's shoulder. "You okay?" he demanded.

"Yeah," Jay managed to gasp out with what little air hadn't been knocked out of him. He urgently motioned for Nate to keep moving without him. The other Ranger did as he was told, and by the time Jay got back on his feet, Nate had disabled the forcefield device and entered the room.

It was empty. Nate's weapon hung limply at his side.

"I'm sorry, Jay," he mumbled as Jay came to stand beside him. Together they stared at the old, sagging bed and the pile of twisted blankets on it that had clearly been tossed aside in a hurry. Empty baby food jars and a familiar picture book littered the floor, but the most disturbing sight of all was the small thin belt cast aside atop the bedclothes—Sky's protective shielding device. Kat had designed it for him when he was one and a half, after an accidental forcefield unleashed in his sleep had blown his crib apart.

Jay felt sluggish and disconnected, like he was fighting to move through a dream, as he stepped forward to pick it up. Sky's cries for him still rang in his ears.

They had been so close.

* * *

The child's fury began even before they escaped into the dusty window pane. To avoid anyone overhearing, Mirloc transported them to the woods beyond the city where they emerged from a bubbling brook beneath soaring trees in full summer flower. There had been no time to use his mirror dimension as an intermediary. As the boy's father raced up the stairs, Mirloc had simply snatched the boy up in his arms and taken them together that way through the glass.

They reached the woods not a moment too soon. The instant they appeared, a wave of blue energy repelled him and he half-dropped the child onto the mossy ground. He staggered back as the boy howled, wave after wave of blue light pulsing outward from his small body. These were stronger than the little phantom the boy had created the night before. These scraped back the moss at his feet clean and sent stones hurtling into tree trunks and the brook. Dust and detritus kicked up in an ever-widening ring around him with each successive wave. It was like watching a tiny cyclone rage right there on the forest floor.

Mirloc's acquaintance had not named a price or a purpose for this job, but Mirloc was beginning to think no price would have been adequate. Against his better judgment, he began wondering what this boy would be like in his prime, as a strong young man with an extraordinary power at his disposal. What mores would he follow? Who might attempt to tame him? If they failed, how far would that storm devastate?

It had been far too easy to rob his cradle, which meant his father, Ranger though he might be, was either useless or a fool. But here the child was, crying out for that father all the same.

Your daddy doesn't love you enough, Mirloc was tempted to say. Not only does he bind you, he can't even protect you properly.

The boy fell onto his rear in the dirt and continued to scream inconsolably, fists clenched until they were bloodless and his entire body shaking with the effort. His face was reddened as if his anguish burned him from the inside and he might burst at any moment.

The wretchedness was unbearable and Mirloc had half a mind to just walk away, but then he wondered for the first time whether the boy could actually hurt himself carrying on this way. Such tempestuous emotion and power, one with or without the other, rarely came without a price.

Mirloc carefully inched closer, mindful of the rocks and debris still flying about. He stopped when a twig scraped his shin and he stood there frowning deeply, uncertain of his next move. The glisten of tears on the boy's face gave him an idea and he turned to the brook instead. He scooped a handful of water in both hands and brought it over.

When the boy paused for breath, Mirloc quickly interjected, "I will let you see your daddy if you are quiet and look here. You must be careful not to spill it."

Once more, he found himself facing those round, dewy eyes, bluer than the sky above their heads. Had the boy been named for them? Did he choose the hue of his power?

Thankfully the glow around his arms faded sooner than his sniffles. When the ground finally stopped skittering, Mirloc knelt down and lowered his hands so that the boy could see his makeshift mirror. Set against his dark purple skin, it was not a bad one.

The water flared bright gold, and when the surface had sufficiently stilled, an image of the boy's father and his fellow Ranger appeared. The two were still searching the house and the image dimmed each time they moved out of sight of an adequate reflective surface.

"Daddy!" the boy cried.

"He cannot hear you this way," Mirloc said.

"I want my daddy," the boy said again, but this time it was a whimper rather than a scream.

"Tonight," Mirloc said. "I have a friend who wants to see your special power. After you meet him, I can bring you home to your daddy. But you must promise to be good and do what I tell you."

The boy didn't answer. Instead, he just mopped at his eyes and hiccupped, and Mirloc wondered if even he could tell by now an empty promise when he heard one. He was no longer interested in seeing his father, or in brewing another storm, or in anything at all. He simply sat there mewling in the dirt, tears still leaking, looking small and alone and miserable.

Mirloc released the water in his hands and wondered how he was to pass the day with such a sight picking at the pity in his heart. He could hide the boy in another safe house, but now that he was quiet, the atmosphere of the woods was something close to pleasant.

Remembering how fascinated the boy had been by stories of a desert world, the mercenary mused carefully, "My home had no forests like this."

For a moment, it seemed like the child would continue to ignore him. In the end, his curiosity allowed no such thing and he reluctantly asked, "No trees?" His failed pronunciation of the letter 'r' yet again made the question sound all the more innocent.

"Only small ones, more stick than tree."

The boy glanced at Mirloc's hands. "I can see?"

It was an astonishingly astute response. Did this youngling actually comprehend what Mirloc's power was, or was it merely a conjuring to him—magic as he had called it—of images as artificial as those in a picture book?

The realization that he truly no longer intended for his promise of reunion to be an empty one struck the mercenary hard. A child such as this had a greater destiny than to be subjugated by others. Perhaps it was not mere chance that had led Mirloc to intercede at the right time to prevent that very thing. If there was a thing he despised more than weakness, it was wasted potential.

The boy was still looking at his hands as if an image would appear on its own. Mirloc held them out and said, "Yes, you can see. Would you like to go there?"

The boy's eyes widened, and when he suddenly scrambled to his feet, Mirloc took that to mean assent. The child did not protest this time when he was picked up, and his sense of adventure secretly pleased the mercenary.

Mirloc stepped up to the edge of the brook, and for the first time in his long life, he did not traverse the universe alone.

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marinaaniseed · 5 years ago

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No one would riot for less

Song: No one would riot for less from the album Cassadaga by Bright Eyes.

Summary: With Bucky away, it’s Steve’s turn to play.

Pairing: Female reader x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Length: 1,500 words

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! My apologies to @etherealwaifgoddess if this post is the death of you. Part 5 of Death on the stairs. Smut, poly relationship, Stucky, inexperienced Steve, bisexuals everywhere. See here for what this is all about.

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Somehow, Steve didn’t get dragged out of bed for the urgent mission. It’s frustrating that Bucky was taken from you, just as things were starting to get good, but you’re grateful to have him keep you company.

Building Lego sets with Peter is fun, but sometimes you need a friend who isn’t stuck in school most of the week.

“So, I noticed Buck stayed over the other day,” Steve says one evening while you’re playing a card game.

“Yeah,” you say, laying the three of hearts.

“How was it?”

“Good, cosy. It was a shame he had to go back out on the mission,” you observe.

“No, I mean how was it?” Steve asks, cheeks turning cerise.

“Oh,” you laugh. “We just kissed. Don’t worry Steve, we’re not screwing without you. Bucky thought we should take things slowly. Can’t get my leg over when it’s stuck in plaster.”

Steve blushes harder at that. It’s not that he’s shy about sex, at least not with Buck, but it’s just a shock to hear a dame talk like that. They were much more demure in his time, he can’t imagine those words ever coming out of Peggy’s mouth, and she was pretty forward for her era.

“Do you think, maybe I could stay over tonight and do the same?” he asks.

“Is that your way of saying I’m better at cards than you and you want to quit?”

“No - I mean you are better at cards than me - but no,” Steve notes. “That just sounds nice, just being together and maybe kissing.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say. Steve lays down his hand and you gather up the cards, wrapping the worn elastic band around the deck to keep them together.

You’re still not weight-bearing, but you have crutches now and you shuffle into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Steve has already tucked himself in when you hobble back. His eyes go wide at the sight of you in your black chemise, the double of the one you were wearing the night you landed on his balcony.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t stare,” he says shyly, averting his gaze.

“You can look,” you tell him. “I mean, it’d be sexier without the cast, but I’m not going to tell you not to look if you’re enjoying the view.”

Propping your crutches against the wall, you climb into bed, cuddling up to Steve. His body’s like a wall of fire, solid and hot, the same as Bucky’s. It must be the serum because you’ve never met anyone else who’s as warm as these two, except when they had the flu.

He doesn’t do anything, except drape an arm around you, and you’re beginning to suspect that Bucky normally takes the lead when the two of them are together. Turning your face to his chest, you begin leaving soft kisses against his skin. Your move up to his collarbone, sucking a little there before kissing across his shoulder, and up to his neck, making him squirm.

“Anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?” you ask. If you’d asked Bucky that question, you’d put good money on him suggesting his cock, but you think Steve is likely to be a little less crude.

“Yeah, kiss my mouth,” he enthuses, sliding down so that his face is level with yours. His breath is hot against your face as he inches closer.

The rain is hammering hard against your window, mirroring your first kiss with Bucky.

For a man made of hard lines, hard muscle, kissing Steve is all softness. Soft lips, soft sighs, soft pressure. No hard and heavy kissing, he takes his time, soft hands roaming over the soft parts of your body, softly kneading, softly pressing you closer to him.

Pulling away, he rests his chin on your head, holding you close.

“Yeah, I can see why Buck didn’t come back that night,” he explains. “I’m sorry if you think I’m too gentle with you… I just worry, with my strength. I would never want to hurt you, even accidentally. With Buck, I can be a little… rougher? He can take it, but I’m scared… not that I think you’re weak or anything, not that just… sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

“I understand, and I know what you’re saying is sweet, but honestly,” you say, trying to keep a straight face, “did you just admit that Captain America likes getting rough in the bedroom?”

You don’t have to look up to know that Steve’s blushing up a storm.

“I-I didn’t say that. But maybe Steve Rogers enjoys that,” he admits.

“That would be Steve Rogers who is also Captain America, yes?”

“Just… just don’t let that be common knowledge,” he squeaks out like he’s suddenly regressed to being that skinny kid in Brooklyn.

“You know I won’t. Now, how do you feel about something a little more than kissing?”

When he doesn’t respond, you take one of his hands, sliding it between your thighs. He makes a little noise of surprise, completely freezing.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” you probe gently.

“No,” he admits, a little ashamed. “Has-has Buck done this?”

“With his vibranium hand, not the flesh one. When we were on the mission, he said it helped him learn how to use his metal fingers better. In hindsight, I don’t think he was being entirely truthful,” you explain.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. Buck had lived long enough with a metal arm to know how to use it, surely the change to vibranium didn’t require that much adjustment? On the other hand, Steve wasn’t keen on Buck using his metal hand when they were in bed, so maybe he did need the practice.

“You can touch me if you like. Or you can move your hand away, whatever works best for you, I don’t mind,” you observe. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tentatively Steve begins tracing with one finger. It’s a delicate area and he’s scared of hurting you. There’s a lot more going on down there than he was expecting, not that he really knows what he was expecting. Folds, wetness. It’s different from what he’s used to, but that doesn’t make it bad. He should probably research this some more before he even thinks about taking you to bed properly.

“Can you show me how to make you feel good?” he asks.

“Of course,” you smile at him. “Don’t be ashamed of asking, I wish more people would. You have no idea how many people don’t know what they’re doing. I’d say there are two places that you want to focus on.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve nods, letting you guide his hand.

“Firstly, there’s internally. I’d say start with one finger, but you can add more later, but I guess you’re familiar with that concept.”

He most certainly is, from Buck prepping him.

“You want to kinda curl it up like you’re making a come hither motion towards my belly button. Want to try?”

Cautiously, Steve slips his index finger inside you. It’s warm, wet, hugging his finger. He’s beginning to understand just how good this will feel on his cock, and he feels himself getting stiff. He moves his finger like you told him, stroking against your wall.

“Yeah, that’s good Steve,” you praise him. “You can vary the pressure and the speed to make it more or less intense.”

He ups the tempo and the pressure and can feel your body reacting to him, squeezing his finger. Dear God, did he wish that was his cock right now.

“You said there were two places?” he queries as you sigh with pleasure.

“Yes, that’s right. Let me move your thumb,” you explain, getting him where you want him, figuring it would be easier to show him than tell him how to find your clit.

“Just try rubbing there, little circles, side to side, up and down. Whatever feels most natural to you,” you say.

He moves the pad of his thumb in a slow circle, surprised when you start shaking next to him.

“That’s feels really fucking good, Steve.”

“And I can change the pressure or the speed to change the intensity?” he asks earnestly.

“You got it.”

He does that, trying to get his finger and his thumb to move at the same pace. Your shaking intensifies, breathing getting shallower, and Steve’s a little concerned you might break his finger, the way you’re gripping it.

Things were going well. Too well.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers,” comes FRIDAY’s disembodied voice. It’s like an emergency brake has been applied to your body, and you stop short of your peak. Steve stills his digits, waiting for what’s next. “Sergeant Barnes has requested urgent back up in Cassadaga. Please report for duty.”

Steve scrambles out of bed and into his clothes, apologising all the while.

You hope Bucky’s ok, hope the team is ok, but goddamnit, FRIDAY really needs to stop interrupting your fun before you start a riot.

#366songshots #Female reader #stevebucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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softambrollins · 5 years ago

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used to this (dean/seth) - christmas fic - fluff, reunions, presents, getting together, love confessions, mutual pining, domestic fluff (ao3 link)

MERRY CHRISTMAS, GUYS!! 🎄🎁 ❤️

After Seth texts him on his birthday, they stay in touch. Seth's been kind of careful about it before, he thought maybe Dean needed his space, to do his own thing, and he needed to focus on his own career, his own goals. Maybe they both needed to move on, put the past behind them for now. Or maybe they just needed some time apart to realise that that's not really what they want at all. At least now Seth thinks it's not what he wants. Or maybe he knew that all along and he's only now willing to admit it to himself.

After RAW on Christmas week, he finally calls his number for the first time since he left.

"Hey, how's it going, man?" he asks, tone deliberately light and casual, when he picks up.

"Oh, hey." Dean sounds a bit surprised, and he can't exactly blame him. Seth's been keeping his distance intentionally for months, but maybe just reestablishing the slightest bit of contact, their random, sporadic messages over the last couple weeks, was enough to open the floodgates again.

"I'm good, man," he says after a moment. "What about you? You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything's fine," he says, probably too quickly. "I just —" He cuts himself off now to take a breath, bites his lip, trying to steel himself before he can actually voice the question he called him to ask.

"I know this probably sounds crazy, but I was thinking, and — Would you mind if I maybe come spend a couple days with you?" he says all in a rush before he just chickens out and hangs up again and forgets this ever happened at all.

Seth squeezes his eyes shut for a second after the words come out, in almost a wince, waiting for Dean to tell him he's completely nuts and he definitely does not want to see him. The last time Seth stayed at Dean's house was for New Year's two years ago while he was out with his injury, but that feels like a long time ago now and a lot has happened between them since. It's almost like they're totally different people than they were back then.

"Oh," is all Dean says, and Seth can't really discern what his feelings are about it yet. Maybe he's not entirely sure how to feel about it himself.

"I mean, it's fine if you have plans or something — of course you probably do — Or if you just don't want to —" he says, instantly starting to backtrack, sure he just made the dumbest mistake ever.

"No," Dean interrupts, his voice clear and firm now. "It's okay. I was just gonna use the holidays to chill, rest up, recuperate — be by myself, you know? It's been a busy year, you know, and the next one's probably gonna be just as rough. Could use all the time I can get."

Seth definitely understands that, probably too well.

"So…you're sure I'm not gonna be imposing or anything?" he asks hesitantly.

"No, it's all good, man," Dean reassures him, sounding like he really means it, sounding the same way he did before they parted in April. Like nothing's changed at all. "I'm just gonna be lying on the couch, drinking and watching bad movies. Maybe I could use the company."

Seth lets out a fond, almost relieved laugh.

"Okay," he says. "I'll see you soon then."

Seth shows up at Dean's place a day later with pretty much every unhealthy indulgence on the planet that they're definitely not supposed to consume in tow. But fuck it, it's Christmas, and he hasn't seen Dean in months and maybe they both need a break from reality and all its restrictions.

Dean opens the door to find him struggling with his luggage plus his abundance of purchases.

He looks like he's about to burst out laughing at him for half a moment before Seth just pouts at him and lets out a desperate, "Help."

Dean grabs the bags from his arms to relieve him and he lets out a heavy sigh before following him inside and setting down his suitcase just inside the door.

He turns his gaze back to Dean and he's dropped all the bags on the floor of the entranceway, which in hindsight he should've expected, and then before he realises it, he's right in his space, crowding his body against Seth's, and slowly putting his arms around him in a tight but gentle embrace.

He's hit with a sudden onslaught of sensations and emotions. Dean still feels and smells the same way he always has, and it's like being surrounded by a haze of nostalgia, he's taken back to so many other moments from months and years ago. Dean's arms around him, Dean's hands in his hair, his fingertips grazing against his own, his mouth pressed to the crown of his head.

His hoodie's soft against his cheek, his hands are warm and solid where they're resting on the small of his back. Seth tucks his face closer into his neck, taking in his earthy scent, the way he always smells like the outdoors, like something wild and free that can't be tamed, feeling the brush of his thick beard against his bare skin. Dean's body is soft and firm and comforting against his own and he knows Seth as well as Seth knows him, fitting together seamlessly and naturally like they always do. It's easy to get lost in this moment, like a million other moments before. It's hard to even tell where those ended and this one begins.

Somehow it feels like he's been holding his breath since April and now he can finally breathe again. Seth's been dancing on the edge for a long time with nothing to tether him and now he has Dean's sure, familiar grip to pull him back to safety.

He lets out a long exhale and then wraps his arms around Dean tighter, pillowing his cheek on his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, eyes falling shut. And they just stay there for a while, not moving or saying anything at all. Like maybe this is what they've both been needing this whole time.

They haul about a dozen shopping bags into the kitchen and set them down on the counters.

"I brought wine. And eggnog. And cookies. And lots of chocolate. Like, so much chocolate. And more wine."

"God, Rollins, is that what you came here to do? Fatten me up so I can't wrestle anymore and I'm not competition?" Dean teases.

"Shut up," Seth says, rolling his eyes, but he's smiling at him too. "If anything, I'm also sabotaging myself. But whatever, man, I think we deserve it."

"Thanks," Dean says offhandedly.

"It's nothing. I'm probably gonna suck down most of it anyway, fair warning —"

"No, I don't mean that," Dean says, voice low, shaking his head. "I meant, for coming here. I think maybe this is just what I need."

Dean just meets his eyes, his gaze steady and intent, and Seth feels something unexpectedly bright and warm flood through his entire body, from his core to the tips of his fingers and toes. It feels like all the air has suddenly left his lungs.

He has to physically tear his gaze away from Dean, blinking a few times to shake the feeling off, before turning to open a bottle.

"Want a drink?" he asks, knowing his voice still sounds weak.

"Yeah, sure," Dean says, and he's totally imagining the tinge of disappointment, almost, in Dean's voice. He has to be.

Dean insists that he makes them dinner, all by himself, and outrightly refuses Seth's help when he offers it. He can be a stubborn bastard when he wants to be.

Seth just sits there amused, with a drink in his hand, trying to keep his commentary to himself as much as possible. He watches him as he works, fascinated by the movements of his fingers, the way the muscles in his hands tense and release, the calluses on his palms; his idiosyncrasies coming out as he concentrates and seems to forget he's being watched, forehead creased, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, all the microexpressions flitting across his face when he's trying to figure something out. Seth likes seeing him like this. Dean's usually completely laid back and relaxed, but when he gets intense and focused on something, it's like he becomes another creature altogether. Someone it's impossible to look away from. Seth's been the subject of that intensity before and it was almost too overwhelming to handle. He thinks maybe he won't mind it so much anymore now.

Dean finally gets dinner on the table — some complicated chicken thing, stuffed with bacon and cheese and fries on the side because it's Dean — and it's actually edible and honestly pretty good, even if he'd never actually admit that until his dying day.

Seth doesn't stop making fun of him though.

"Shut up," Dean says dismissively. "I'm a master chef extraordinaire and you know it."

"More like a master show-off extraordinaire," Seth says, deadpan.

"Please," Dean says scornfully. "Admit it. You love it."

Seth just makes a vague, noncommittal sound in response.

Dean just gently nudges his foot under the table with his own and smiles a stupidly endearing smile at him and Seth can't help smiling back until his plate is clean.

When they're done, Dean gets up and goes to grab his plate, but he reaches up to stop him, his fingers encircling his wrist. Seth slowly gets to his feet without releasing his hand, and looks at him, eye-to-eye, close enough to hear his breathing. He can feel his heartbeat speed up a little from where his thumb's resting on his pulse point.

"You okay?" Dean asks quietly, eyes narrowed at him.

Seth nods at him, the barest hint of a smile on his lips as he seems to suddenly, all at once, realise something. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells him honestly. "It's all good now."

And then he kisses him. It's soft and chaste and only for a second but it feels like everything he's needed for a long time. A moment of perfect stillness and clarity. Contentment. Belonging. It's just an acknowledgment. It's like a Thank you or I missed you or This is all I've ever wanted.

Dean blinks at him a few times when he pulls away but doesn't let him get too far, wrapping one arm firmly around his waist, the other tangling in his hair to pull him back into another deep, breathless kiss.

"We're so stupid," Dean says when they're curled up together in front of the TV but not really watching it, Seth's body pressed up against his side, his head resting on his shoulder, Dean's arm loosely slung around him.

Seth frowns up at him. "I mean, I'm not denying that, but —"

"We could've had this a long time ago. Why did it take us so long?" he asks, almost sounding frustrated now. At himself more than anything.

"Because we're dumb," Seth says bluntly. "And stubborn. And we don't know what we want."

It feels like they've both walked away from each other a million times but it never lasts. They always end up right back here. Maybe they should've figured out where this was headed a long time ago.

"Why'd you text me?" Dean asks a few seconds later, voice small and unsure now.

"Because it was your birthday. And I actually remembered this year. Needed to make up for that last time," he says, only half-joking. They both know that's not the only reason.

"No, really," Dean prompts him.

Seth lets out a heavy exhale. "I don't know. I think I was just tired of it feeling like there was this...strain or whatever between us. Even if there wasn't. It just felt like you were so far away. And I hated that."

"Yeah," Dean says soberly. "Me too."

"I thought I'd be okay without you, you know. I tried for a long time. But it just felt wrong. Like, I was wrong. Like I didn't know how to be me without you." He didn't know how to explain it before, this feeling that something just wasn't right for the last eight months, but it's only now with Dean here that he can put it into words.

Seth swallows hard, takes in a deep breath. He reaches out and laces his fingers together with Dean's in his lap like he needs his touch to find the courage to go on.

"I didn't think I deserved this for so long. And then you were right there and I'd look at you and I'd think...Maybe. Maybe I could have this. Maybe I could be that person that was worthy of your trust. And now these last few months, I've been feeling like maybe I'm turning back into that person from before again. With no one to pull me back from the fire."

Dean just gently squeezes Seth's hand in his own in response.

"I thought everything would be good now, that I'd be happy, finally," Dean confesses, like he's been holding this in for a long time too. "And maybe I am, but there's — something missing too. I got so used to being alone that I thought I forgot what it was like to be lonely, you know. But I feel it now sometimes. Like an ache that doesn't go away. Like there's a hole somewhere deep down inside of me that I can't fill on my own. No matter what I do. No matter how many fights or drinks or how far away I go. It's still there."

Seth tucks his face against Dean's collarbone, presses a kiss to the side of his neck. "I'm right here," he tells him, hushed. "You're not alone anymore. Neither of us are."

"I missed you so fucking much," Dean tells him, like the words are being wrenched out of him, pulling Seth's body closer to him. "It's like I couldn't fucking breathe when I thought about you. So I tried not to for so long. But it never worked."

"I know," Seth says soothingly, giving him a rueful smile. "Guess we're both just hopeless, pathetic suckers."

Dean laughs softly at that. He wraps both arms around Seth's shoulders, strokes his fingers over his hair, then leans down and brushes a kiss over his forehead.

Seth looks up at him, right into his eyes, before he says the next words. "I love you," he tells him, finally, completely sure and content that this is exactly where he should be for the first time in years. Maybe in his entire life.

Dean kisses him then, slow and easy, and Seth sighs against his mouth, his chest feeling so light and full that he thinks he could float away on this feeling.

"I think I could get used to this," Seth tells him when they pull apart, but just barely, foreheads still grazing against each other. He feels like a heady, dreamlike trance has suddenly fallen over him, like there's nothing else but this, him and Dean, this moment.

"Yeah?" Dean asks, voice raspy.

"Yeah," Seth says before Dean kisses him again, his fingers splayed warm and tender on his cheek.

Dean eventually takes him upstairs and they slowly take each other's clothes off in the dark and learn each other's bodies even better, every crease and nook and scar and pleasure point. Seth tasting every inch of his skin, Dean's hands all over him, taking him apart bit by bit, finding places he didn't know existed and making him feel things he once thought impossible.

There's no forgetting any of this and he never wants to, he's going to remember this until the day he dies.

Seth wakes up to Dean sleeping next to him, and he just lies there for a while, feeling his body solid and warm inches away from him, eyes slowly tracing over his soft features, listening to his steady breathing, and it's the most at peace he can remember ever being.

They go for a walk on Christmas morning. Dean knows all the best trails and it's quiet and deserted and it feels like they're all alone, everyone in their houses still fast asleep or opening presents or starting their baking early. Seth would almost miss the cold and the snow back home if Dean wasn't right here with him. A white Christmas isn't really worth much if you don't have someone to spend it with.

Seth reaches out and takes his hand as they start walking back to the house.

"Remember the last Christmas I was here?" Seth says, interrupting the comfortable silence.

It was the Christmas before Seth broke The Shield, and they've never really talked about it before.

Dean nods now, slightly stiffly. "Yeah, we spent all night bar-hopping and got fucking hammered and I can't really remember anything else about it."

"I don't know why I came," he admits. "I think I was just lonely and fucked-up and looking for something. An excuse. A reason to stay."

"And I didn't give you one?" Dean asks, his voice sounding taut and tense.

"No, no, that wasn't it," Seth tells him, squeezing his hand for a second, looking across at him reassuringly. "I wanted to. I wanted to so bad. But I wouldn't let myself have it."

He wonders if Dean remembers the exact moment. In a dark, empty parking lot. Dean's body pressed up heavy and boneless against him, whispering incoherent nothings in his ear. His breath hot and smelling of whiskey right on his skin. His hand curling around his own, their fingertips barely touching. All that longing and desperation and heat that had built up between them for years finally reaching its boiling point — and Seth pulling away at the very last second before they did something they couldn't go back from. Not being able to look at Dean's face after that, so afraid of the hurt and betrayal he might find there. Then getting on a plane the next morning like it never happened at all. Seth has a lifetime of regrets, of almosts and maybes, but that one still stings when he lets himself think about it. Like an open wound. Maybe that was the moment, the moment that could've changed everything. He didn't think he'd ever have another chance. But here he is now, Dean's hand real and warm in his own, his tender gaze lingering on the side of his face, and he's never letting go of this again. Not for anything.

Seth makes breakfast to make up for the night before. Dean doesn't protest this time, just sits down and sneaks a few cookies when he thinks Seth isn't watching which just makes him shake his head in amusement.

When they're almost finished, he suddenly remembers something.

"Oh, I got you something. For your birthday. But now it can be a Christmas gift, I guess."

Dean's too busy mopping up leftover syrup off his plate with his last forkful of pancakes to react to that.

Seth goes upstairs and retrieves it from the pocket of his carry-on.

He comes back down and brandishes the gift bag at him. "Here."

Dean carefully opens the bag and pulls out what's inside, before holding it up by the edges in front of him so it can come unfurled.

It's a sweater, light blue to match his eyes, with a smiling pitbull on it.

"It reminded me of you," Seth explains, a small smile on his face. "Rough around the edges but a total softie underneath."

"You're such a sentimental sap, Rollins," Dean tells him, but the fond look in his eyes says something else.

He folds the sweater back up, rests it on the table.

"I got you something too," Dean tells him out of nowhere, and that genuinely surprises him.

"Really?" he says, eyes narrowed skeptically.

Dean disappears for a minute and comes back into the kitchen with both hands holding something behind his back.

Seth just stares at him, expectant and a little scared, as he reveals the gift and shoves it into Seth's hands.

"What the hell is this?" he says, eyes wide, as he looks down at the stuffed toy — it's a strange, brown, ugly, hairy creature with huge feet.

"A baby Sasquatch," Dean says like that makes all the sense in the world. "Keep it with you. It'll be like I'm still there. Even though I had to return to the wild." He looks off dramatically into the distance with a long sigh.

Seth just shakes his head in disbelief over somehow ending up here. And not wanting to change any part of it for anything in the world. "You're such an idiot," he tells him seriously.

"You love me," Dean says with a smirk and he can't exactly deny that.

Dean has dinner delivered so they won't have to do any work, it's from a fancy hotel or something because apparently that's a Vegas thing or maybe it's one of those incomprehensible Dean Ambrose things. Seth's not gonna complain either way though. And when they're too stuffed to move, they settle down in front of the TV.

"I can't believe the year's almost over," Seth muses, already feeling like he wants to pass out. Maybe he's just getting old or maybe it's the exhaustion from this entire year, physical and emotional, finally taking a toll on him.

"Yeah, it's been a wild fucking ride, huh?" Dean says, almost appreciatively.

"No thanks to you," Seth points out.

Dean just laughs and shrugs. He's always been the purveyor of chaos and unpredictability. No one can tie him down or tell him what to do. It honestly shouldn't even be a surprise that he keeps shaking up the entire wrestling world with whatever he does. It's just what he does. He's been turning Seth's world upside down constantly since the day they met. He hopes that never changes.

"I'm glad you're happy, though," Seth tells him earnestly. "I hope you keep being happy. Whatever you do."

Dean nods. "And I hope you learn to let yourself be happy," he tells him significantly. "You deserve it. Even when you don't think you do."

Seth sighs. It's been hard, especially without Dean, to find the good things in life and keep them. To just let himself be satisfied and fulfilled. It was never enough, there was always something else to do, he could always be better. But he knows where that road leads. To misery and loneliness and desolation. And he doesn't want anything to do with it again. He just wants this — this feeling, having Dean near, knowing that he can have this now, that this belongs to him. It's enough for him. He's enough.

"I'll try," Seth promises. "Even when it's hard. I'll just think about you. That's all I need."

"I'm happy you came," Dean tells him, sounding almost wistful now. "I wish it could always be like this."

"It's been a crazy year. For both of us," Seth acknowledges. "But I'm glad I could spend the end of it with you."

"And if the next one's just as crazy?" Dean asks, looking across at him.

"Then we'll deal with it. Like we always do. Together," Seth says simply.

Seth nods off on the couch in the middle of Die Hard and Dean gently wakes him up when the movie's over and leads him by the hand upstairs.

They get into bed and Dean pulls the blankets into a cocoon around them. Seth keeps his arms tightly locked around Dean's waist, face buried in his chest, clinging to him like if he lets go he might break the gravitational pull and fall into nothingness again. Absorbing the feel and smell and warmth of him like he's filling up his reserves for when he's not there next to him anymore. Like he already knows they're going to be separated again soon and Dean's the only thing he has to hold on to. For as long as he can.

Dean cradles his body against him, presses his lips to his hair.

"Merry Christmas, babe," he tells him before Seth falls asleep in his arms.

They have breakfast together the next morning before Seth has to leave to catch his flight. Dean's wearing the sweater he got for him but even that's not enough to fix his gloomy mood.

"I wish you didn't have to leave," Dean says, finally breaking the long stretch of silence, voicing both of their thoughts.

"Me too," Seth says, looking down at his scarcely-touched bacon and eggs, trying not to sound as wretched as he feels inside. "But I have to get back to the school, the coffee shop. Real life."

"Sucks that I can't be a part of your real life anymore," Dean says, almost bitterly.

Seth's gaze snaps back up to Dean's face. "Hey, come on. You know you are. You're the most important part of my life. I'm sorry it took so long to realise that."

Dean just reaches across the table and takes his hand.

"I'm sorry too," Dean says quietly, regretfully. "I should've called you a long time ago. I kept wanting to and then wimping out."

"Really?" Seth asks, mouth parted slightly in surprise, in wonder, almost.

"Yeah, I almost called you before my surgery but I thought maybe you wouldn't want to hear from me." He sounds so sad and helpless that it makes Seth's heart twist in his chest. God, they've both been such tragically stubborn idiots.

"What did you want to say?" he asks gently, before he actually starts crying like the completely sentimental sap Dean already knows he is.

Dean looks him straight in the eyes as he tells him the words he's somehow always been dying to hear but never, ever imagined he would. Not like this. Not in any of his wildest fantasies. "That I miss you. That I love you. That no matter what, you're always gonna be it for me."

Seth just stares at him for a moment, absorbing that, struggling to find the right words to respond. Wondering, for the millionth time, if maybe all of this has just been some elaborate dream.

"So, you didn't just forget about me?" is what eventually comes out, one corner of his lips quirking into a faint smile despite himself. It's probably stupid after everything that's happened, but thinking about Dean leaving him behind and moving on for good was the most devastating part of the last year. And now all that lingering anguish and fear that has been tearing him up inside has just been lifted all at once, finally.

"Shut up. I could never forget about you. Ever," Dean tells him firmly.

"That a promise?" Seth says, because as sure as all of this has felt these past few days being here with Dean, after everything they've been through, all the unnecessary heartache they've inflicted on themselves and each other, he needs to hear the words. Needs something to keep with him, close to his heart, when Dean's not there to hold him and tell him that he loves him. And not just the silly Sasquatch toy that he'd tucked into a pocket of his carry-on with all his other valuables and has to admit now is actually kind of cute.

"I promise. It doesn't matter where we are, what we're doing. We're always going to come back to each other. Because this — you— this is my home. It's always been. And it always will be." He says it like it's just a fact. Like it's always been true. Even when they didn't know it. Even when they tried so hard to find a way to live without each other.

"So, it's official then?" Seth says with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, totally fucking official," Dean says with a huge grin. "The most official shit you've ever seen in your life."

Seth laughs brightly. "I'm happy," he says, and he can't remember the last time he said that and meant it so completely.

"Yeah?" Dean says, holding his gaze.

"So happy," Seth reaffirms. "More happy than I've ever been, probably."

"Good," Dean tells him, squeezing his hand for a second then leaning across the table to kiss him, sweet and familiar and oddly domestic, like they've been doing this for years. "Me too."

Dean hugs him goodbye at the airport and he's as soft and warm as ever. Seth closes his eyes and breathes him in deeply, hands clutching at his sweater, their cheeks pressed together, Dean's fingers resting gently at the nape of his neck.

"Come back to me soon," he says right against his ear before he pulls away.

"I will," Seth says, taking one more long look at him, before turning and walking away. Feeling like he can finally be himself again. He can face anything that comes his way, in the coming year or the next or the next. As long as he has this waiting right here for him.

#ambrollins #ambrollins fic #dean ambrose #seth rollins #wwe #my fic

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minky-beta · 6 years ago

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“The Pack’s Job”

*Requested* Malia x Reader x Scott (not the pairing I ever imagined but I really enjoyed writing this)

NSFW: Threesome, oral (female receiving), heat (bc we’re hitting all the werewolf cliches)

Summary: Y/N knew about heats. Yet when hers actually takes place, she still shuts herself up in her room because she can’t handle the idea of dealing with it. Yet her MIA pushes two concerned people right into her space, where she’s forced to be upfront with them.

Word count: 3.4k (ish)

You pulled your hair up into a ponytail as you played a game that was actually really boring. You glanced up just in time to see Lydia speed walking over to you. “Sorry, I’m late,” she said as she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the store, “Especially since I know you didn’t really want to come shopping anyways,”

“It’s fine,” you said as you glanced at the racks of clothing, “What held you up?”

“I was studying with Scott and Kira when Liam sent an SOS message,” she sighed, stopping to comb through some dresses.

Your eyes widened as she held the dress up to your form, mentally making a note on letting her know that didn’t approve of this choice. “Is he alright?”

“He’s fine, it’s just his-” She glanced around the store for a moment before leaning in closer. “-first heat, ya know?”

“He messaged Scott for that?”

“In the spur of the moment, he was so overwhelmed he messaged Scott. It sounded like he wasn’t even sure of what was going on because of it,” Lydia said as she frowned at the garment and put it back.

“It’s that bad?” you asked, not realizing the shaking of your voice.

Lydia glanced at you before she gave you a small smile. “Sometimes I forget how new you are to all of this,” she whispered, glancing routinely for people in the store, “It can get pretty bad. Malia told me if it’s not handled for a long time it can even become painful,”

“Being a werewolf sucks,” you sighed as you started looking through the rack, avoiding her gaze.

She dragged her hand up and down your arm. “That’s what the pack is for. Apparently Scott is the best person for it because he’s the Alpha, but pretty much anybody in the pack can handle it,”

You raised your eyebrow. “Anybody?”

“Anybody,” she dramatically winked before laughing, “I think it’s more about the bond of the pack more than actual mating,”

“You can’t handle it yourself?”

Lydia shook her head and focused her gaze on you. “From all the stories I’ve heard, it never works. Malia told me she dealt with her first one by herself and the second one was a lot worse. There’s no shame in turning to the pack, we all understand it,”

You nodded to yourself before you grabbed a random shirt and held it up. “Could you see me wearing this?”

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. You had been a werewolf for a while, and it had to happen sometime. You felt like dying as soon as you had woke up that morning. From the few times heats had been brought up, you knew that it could be painful, but it was a hundred times more intense than you thought. You groaned as you clutched your shirt and fanned it, sweat clinging to your form. As you fanned yourself, you grabbed your phone with your other hand to send a message to Scott.

Y/N: I’m rlly sorry but I have to miss the meeting tonight.

You stood up and changed, sighing as the cold air of your room hit your sweat. You pulled your hair into a bun before a message came in from Scott.

Scott: That’s fine, is everything okay?

You bite your lip as you tried to figure out if you should tell him. Deaton told you that it was the Alpha’s job to help take care of heats in the most awkward werewolf sex-ed lecture after you turned. It was a normal thing for Scott to do; you knew for a fact that he had helped people in the pack. Still, it felt awkward to tell him. What would you even say: Hey Scott, everything’s fine I just like, really need sex right now? Lydia told me you can help, so ya know, if you could help me out, that’d be greatly appreciated.

You shook your head as you type out: Yeah, I think I’m coming down with a cold so I’m just gonna lay around at the house today ig

You sighed as you collapsed right back onto your bed. You pressed your head into the pillow and groaned as another wave of heat flashed across you and settled between your legs. You considered trying to just go back to sleep instead of dealing with your problems when your phone buzzed.

Scott: Ok, make sure to message me if you need anything that’s what the pack’s for

A small smile crossed your face and contemplated telling him the truth before you dropped your phone and dug your face into your pillow. A nap it would be.

Malia squinted at Scott as she glanced away from her textbook. “What’s bothering you?”

He raised his eyebrows and struggled for an answer. ‘Nothing’s bothering me, just can’t understand this worksheet I guess,” he mumbled, focusing back on his paper.

She shook her head, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward. “I’ve seen you with tough assignments Scott, you don’t give off that amount of stress. What’s really the problem?”

Scott clenched his jaw for a moment before sighing. “Y/N said she couldn’t make it to the pack meeting tonight-”

“Why?” Malia’s eyes widened.

“That’s the problem,” Scott said,”When I asked, she just avoided the question. I’m worried about her. She’s never missed anything for the pack before,”

“Let’s go to her house,” Malia said, already reaching for her jacket.

“What?” Scott said, standing up as Malia started packing up her stuff.

“We need to make sure that she’s alright, Scott,” Malia insisted, “If it’s nothing, then we’ll talk to her for a bit and then leave. If something’s up, then she’ll know we’re there for her, and we’ll help her out,”

Scott stared at her for a moment before relenting. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go ahead and drive us,”

You whined as you woke up to the sound of knocking at your front door. The heat hit you like a brick wall, making you bite your lip before standing up. “I’m coming!” you yelled as you walked to the door, stopping one step away from it as you caught a whiff of the people outside. “Scott? Mal?”

“Hey Y/N, we were worried about you and just wanted to check in,” Scott said from the other side of the door.

“Can we come in? Is everything alright?” Malia asked, and you could hear her stepping closer to the door. You put your hands on your hips and gripped the fabric of your shirt, willing yourself to not just open the door. It was hard enough already, but now people from your pack- the people that your instincts told you would ease it- were standing just a couple inches away.

You heard Scott take a step closer before putting a hand on the door. “Y/N, is that the scent that I think it is?”

Your eyes widened, and you had to stop yourself from letting out an instinctual groan. “I- Scott, I think it’s best if you guys just go. I don’t want you to feel obligated to… help me out. It’s fine. You guys can just go, okay?”

“It’s not an obligation. We want to help you. Just open the door and let us help you, the way packs are supposed to help each other,” Scott said.

Malia sighed, “I went through my first one alone too. It wasn’t until I finally let Scott and the pack help me out that they got easier. Trust me, just let us help you,”

You could hear the two of them. The will you had to deal with this yourself beginning to wane. “I-”

“We really want to help you, Y/N,” Malia said after letting out a deep breath.

Before you realized what you were doing, you opened the door and grabbed Malia’s shirt. She gripped your hips as she walked you backwards, pressing her mouth towards you, and you registered that Scott followed you in, shutting the door behind him. Now that you were in the same room as them, their scents completely overwhelmed you. You felt like you were light, and the only thing grounding you were those two.

Malia pulled away from you, littering open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. You opened your eyes and stared at Scott; his crimson eyes focused on you and Malia. He stepped towards you and put his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to move your head to the side and give Malia more space. He gently gripped your hair, just enough to tug at it. “Why didn’t you just tell me you needed our help?”

“I-” Your breath got caught in your throat as Malia’s canine scrapped a sensitive part of your neck. “I thought I could handle it by myself,”

“Well, if your scent has anything to go by it, I don’t think that worked out well for you,”

“I’m sorry,” you forced out, your heartbeat going a million miles a minute, “Please help me,”

“If you insist,” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and pulling it. “Come on Mal,” Malia pulled away with a smirk as Scott led you to your room. He gently pushed you onto the bed, kissing you harshly. His hands traveled to your shorts, slipping underneath your waistband. You gasped against him as he pushed against your clit.

His head dropped to the side of your neck, immediately scraping his canines against it. Malia climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling her clothes off while focusing her stare on you. Scott left one open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck, taking your scent in. You moaned, gripping his shoulder as your heat seemed to grow tenfold, making the arousal between your legs almost painful.

Scott pulled back from you, hand slipping out of your shorts- his red eyes focusing on your panting form. Your hands reached for the hem of your shirt, immediately pulling it over your head. Before you could react, Malia ducked down to kiss you, her tongue pushing past your lips. You groaned into her as her hands ghosted across your form. Her hand dragged over your nipple before pinching it.

You moaned as she dipped her head down, trailing kisses around your breast. “Look at you, so eager,” she whispered with a smirk, breathing against you before sucking your nipple harshly. Scott pulled at your shorts, and you raised your hips in order to help him take them off.

“Fuck,” you called out as he took in your clit, circling it with his tongue. Your body felt like it was on fire, every touch sending more pressure in your lower stomach. You grabbed the back of Malia’s head, pulling her up to kiss her. Her hands tangled themselves in your hair as you dragged your hand down her body. You slid your finger down her folds, slowly sliding it in, causing her to growl against you. Malia bit you lip as you added another finger, pumping against her as Scott sucked your clit harshly.

He gripped your thighs, holding them down to the mattress as you arched your back. Malia pulled on your nipple, moaning into your mouth as you curled your fingers, honing in on her sweet spot. She squeezed your shoulder, pulling away from your lips as she panted. You tried to focus on her as Scott sped up, pulling you closer to his mouth by his grip on your hips.

Malia’s breath hitched as she dropped her head into the juncture where your neck met your shoulder, moaning into your ear as she went over the edge. You bit your lip as you felt her clenching around you. Scott finally pulled away from your core, making you whine. You opened your mouth to say something before Malia pushed your head to the side as she sucked at your neck. Your breath hitched as she bit you. Your back arched as the pain blossomed into pleasure, traveling down your body.

She finally pulled away after littering kisses around the bite mark, her eyes immediately honing in on the mark. “It suits you,” she smiled while licking her lips.

“Got a little carried away, huh Mal?” Scott raised his eyebrows.

She shrugged. “Consider it pack bonding?”

His eyes focused back on you, shining crimson. You had to press your lips together in order to keep yourself letting out a sound at the look in his eyes, as if you were at his whim. “Y/N, get over here, and Malia lay down where she was,” Scott stated.

Without a second thought, you moved closer to him, your heart already beginning to speed up. He put his hand under your chin. “Your heat is still bothering you, isn’t it little one?” He grinned as you nodded demurely. He kissed you before turning you around. He put his mouth to your ear. “You’re gonna focus on Malia, while I focus on you, okay?”

You nodded, and he squeezed your hips. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you squeaked, “I understand, Scott,” Malia smirked at Scott over your shoulder. A part of you wanted to know what that look meant, but it left your mind as Scott put a hand on your lower back.

You kissed her for a moment, before you traveled down her body. You kissed along her thigh, slowly closing in on the one area she needed you. You licked at her folds, before sucking harshly on her clit. You watched as Malia threw her head back, letting out a moan against her as Scott ran his hand up and down your core. He pushed a hand on your clit as he leaned over, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “Just focus on her, trust me,” he whispered.

Without waiting for a response, he pressed up against your entrance. You gripped her thighs as he slowly eased into you. You moaned, making Malia reach down and tug at your hair. You slid your finger into her as Scott grabbed your hips and sped up. You pulled yourself away from her, trying to keep your claws that appeared from digging in too deep on her legs.

You left sloppy kisses up and down on her, moaning at the light scratches Scott left. He growled as you clenched around him. Malia pulled your hair and attention back to her. “I’m really close,” she groaned out. You curled your fingers until her back arched as you put more force onto her clit. You moaned at Scott’s movement, making your legs jelly. The heat that had been between your legs had taken over your whole body.

You could feel your toes curling as you fixated on Malia’s pleasure. It became increasingly hard as you release closed in closer and closer. Scott adjusted his grip on your hips, entering you at a new angle, which made you groan into Malia. Her back arched at the movement. She pulled you closer by your hair as you eased her through her orgasm. Her moans caused you to clench around Scott.

Malia panted as she pushed you away, too sensitive. You grabbed the sheets as Malia pulled herself up the mattress. Scott groaned as you pushed yourself back onto him. He pulled you up, his chest pressed up against your back. He held you still as he focused on pushing you over the edge.

He let out a groan, dragging his hand down to your clit. You gasped as pressure started growing in your lower belly. You felt like jelly, moaning out as you felt yourself get closer and closer. Scott sped up, hitting that spot a couple more times before you snapped, and you threw your head back The pleasure shot up and down your body, as your muscles spasmed before you relaxed against him. He drags his teeth across your neck before sinking his teeth into the side of your neck. You moaned out as the pain mixed with the pleasure still coursing through your body. You whined as he pumped a few times before he met his release.

“Who got carried away this time?” Malia laughed.

“Shut up,” he laughed. Scott slowly pulled out. “Are you alright?”

You nodded as you laid down onto the bed. Malia smiled at you as she grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her. Scott stepped out of the room as Malia wrapped her arms around you. “Are you all wiped out?”

“Totally,” you sighed.

Scott stepped closer with a wet towel. “This is gonna be a little sensitive, sorry,” Scott said, slowly wiping away for a moment before throwing it into your hamper. “Do you feel better?”

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled, “Thank you guys,”

“No problem,” Malia said, pushing away a strand of hair as Scott laid down next to you, grabbing one of your hands. “You should have seen me during mine,”

“God, you were a mess,” Scott groaned, laughing into your shoulder.

“Yeah, I would orgasm and immediately try to go for another round,”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really? I feel like I could sleep for a week right now,”

“I figured it out after dealing with Malia for a while,” Scott laughed, “If you just give in immediately, it doesn’t give a real sense of relief for that person. Instead, they need to work it off as much as you need to get them off,”

You hit Scott’s arm as you scrunched up your face. “That sentence is easily the grossest thing that’s happened today,”

Malia laughed as Scott put his hand up. “That’s why I had you focus on Malia and not me. Otherwise you probably would’ve just kept going.”

“I remember you had me go through the times tables the last time,” Malia whined.

You turned towards Scott. “Deaton told me that alphas are supposed to deal with the pack’s heat-” and Scott nodded “-so what are you supposed to do during your heat?”

Scott shrugged with a smile, “A lot of betas just use the alpha unless they have a mate. Alphas usually just use whoever’s willing in the pack, I guess,”

You were about to speak again when a phone went off. Malia turned and grabbed her phone. “I have to head home, guys,” Malia muttered as she picked up her clothes. She pulled them on before leaning over to give you a peck. “Make sure you rest up. And call me if you need anything,”

“I will, thank you,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry about it. It went both ways,” she smirked, “I’ll see you guys later,” She shut the door behind her as you curled more into your blanket.

“You should probably go to sleep,” Scott said, glancing down at your hips for any marks.

“Actually, I have one more question,” you sighed with your eyes already closed.

“And that is?”

“Why did you guys bite my neck?” you turned to look at him.

He grimaced as his hand brushed against the bite marks on your neck. “It’s technically, when you really look at it, a mating mark,” Your eyes widened, and he put his hand up as he raced to explain himself. “Don’t worry, you would have to be marked like three times by the same person in order for a mate to actually be formed. And you’d have to mark us too,”

“That’s good. I love you guys, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be werewolf-married to two people at once before I graduate,”

He shook his head with a smile. “Malia got pretty caught up in the moment and bit you. I noticed after you were done… focusing on her-” He cringed. “-that she was looking at you pretty possessively so I bit you because an Alpha’s bite overpowers a Beta’s,”

“So I guess, thank you for claiming me,” you winked.

“Pleasure was all mine,” he said as he grabbed his clothes to start getting dressed. “You should probably get some sleep while you can. It’ll be really hard to after the heat sets in again,”

“Where are you going?” You raised yourselves up on your elbows.

“Well, is there anyone coming home soon?” he asked.

“Nope, business trip,” you said, looking up at him.

He smiled. “If it’s fine with you, then I’ll just chill for a while,” Scott winked, “Go ahead and call me if you need anymore help,”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Thank you though, not just for today, but in general, it would suck to deal with all of this werewolf stuff alone,” you said as you messed with the blanket.

“Don’t worry about it, that’s what the pack’s for,” Scott said before shutting the door behind him. You sighed as you pulled your blanket towards you as you shut your eyes.

#teen wolf imagines #scott mccall imagine #malia tate imagine #teen wolf smut #reader insert

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Movies (I saw) of the 2010s, ranked

Because I had lots of better things to do but no inclination to do them.

As I went through all the new releases I watched this decade, a few things came to mind:

I missed so much! Most recently, I still haven’t seen Parasite, The Lighthouse or The Irishman. I’ve also seen only one of Disney’s live action remakes, two out of four Star Wars films of the decade, and I’ve missed quite a few of Marvel and DC’s outings. My tendency to mostly watch older films came to bite me in the ass here. But c’est la vie, there’s only so many hours in the day!

A huge part of my viewing history took place during film festivals, so festival movies are way over-represented here. I’m not mad about it.

There’s not too many outright bad movies on my list, because I tend to avoid movies that look bad or like I might not like them (shocker, I know). Even the ones in my bottom ten aren’t as dreadful as I was expecting.

There’s no way I can rank all these films numerically! What about movies that I can tell are good but just aren’t for me? What about movies that are bad but enjoyable? How can you compare tired Oscar-bait with soulless blockbusters? It’s impossible!

Hence these categories. I’m doing a top 10 worst and best, and the categories go roughly from worse to better movies, but otherwise this isn’t based on quality so much as what clever category names I could come up with (or couldn’t, as the case may be). I’m also listing the movies within each category alphabetically because that’s even less ranking I need to do.

Buckle up, this is over 6000 words...

Oh, and if you don’t feel like reading the whole thing I still encourage you to reply with your own favorite movies of the decade!

The Worst Exactly what it says on the tin. These movies aren’t just unenjoyable or disposable, they are actively unpleasant to watch.

American Hustle (2013) Wait, this got how many Oscar nominations again??

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013) This movie is so bloated and yet they couldn’t find any time to actually develop most of the main characters? I had such a bad time watching this one, I ended up skipping out on the last part of the trilogy.

Hurricane Bianca (2016) This looked like it might be enjoyably bad but it wasn’t. I still love Bianca Del Rio, don’t get me wrong, but her humor is not the kind you build a whole movie around, yet alone two. And yet…

Hurricane Bianca: From Russia With Hate (2018) Yeah, I watched them both. I’m a simple woman: I see Katya in a trailer, I watch. I really shouldn’t have bothered, this one is even worse.

Iron Man 2 (2010) Superhero fatigue got me bad in the past few years but even before then I hated this movie. Literally nothing enjoyable here, I was aggressively bored while watching. The Lack (2014) This is a movie about women, written and directed by a man, called “The Lack”. You might think I’m being uncharitable to say this movie is entirely about penis envy but the writer/director himself confirmed this at the Q&A I was at. This is why Q&As are always a bad idea, people!

Left Behind (2014) This one tips into “enjoyably bad” at times but in the end, it’s still two hours of your life wasted on a movie meant to make its Evangelical viewers feel vindicated in their horrible beliefs. Morgenrøde (2014) I have a fairly high tolerance for slow movies but this movie is sloooowwww and literally nothing happens in it. This is the movie that taught me not to trust it when festival brochures use the word “contemplative”.

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (2010) Just dreadful. This is the worst kind of film in my books: the kind made to follow a trend, not to tell a story.

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011) It’s been eight years since the fourth PotC movie came out?? God, it’s been a long decade.

The Utterly Disposable I didn’t exactly have a bad time watching these but they left no impression on me.

Alex Strangelove (2018) Netflix has released so many unremarkable-looking teen movies this decade. This is one of the few I bothered to watch and it’s cute enough, I guess.

Fyrir framan annað fólk (2016) I am Icelandic but I don’t watch a whole lot of Icelandic movies and I feel kind of guilty about that. Not guilty enough to give a boring movie a pass, though.

Ghostbusters (2016) This super did not need to exist and not even my love for Kate McKinnon makes it any less disposable.

The Great Gatsby (2013) At least it’s pretty.

Hot Tub Time Machine (2010) I remember this getting a few laughs out of me but that’s about it.

The Imitation Game (2014) I think I just… don’t like Beneditch Cumberbatch? Sorry. This movie is the perfect expression of the bland, middle-of-the-road biopic, with the added mishandling of the subject’s sexuality.

Isn’t It Romantic (2019) I love a good satire but this ain’t it, chief. This movie isn’t doing anything that Crazy Ex-Girlfriend hasn’t done 100x better.

John Carter (2012) If you’re gonna throw this much money into something, you could at least hire a charismatic lead actor. Then again, it seemed to work for Avatar. Magic Mike (2012) I did like that this sexy stripper movie kept showing how unhappy the main character is doing what he does as if that wouldn’t totally ruin the fantasy.

Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates (2016) Watched this on an airplane, which is fitting. This feels like a quintessential airplane movie; it’s mildly entertaining but ultimately disposable enough that it has completely slipped your mind by the time you reach baggage claim.

Paul (2011) Occasionally funny, I think? Barely remember it tbh.

Planetary (2015) There’s some interesting points buried in here but the movie’s too busy trying to look important to actually get them across effectively. Also feels surprisingly padded for just 80 minutes. Valentine’s Day (2010) Taylor Swift was actually kind of funny in this, which was a pleasant surprise. Zero impact otherwise.

“I Have No Memory of This Place” Movies I literally could not remember watching until I had read the entire synopsis, but for one reason or another was not comfortable calling “disposable”.

Bobby Sands: 66 Days (2015), The Departure (2017), Hell Is Empty: All the Devils Are Here (2016), Innsæi (2016), Last of the Elephant Men (2015), Late Summer (2016), Speed Sisters (2015), Una (2016), The War Show (2016) Lumping all of these together because they’re all festival movies I have hardly any memory of and that I may have in fact fallen asleep over.

Incendies (2010) Chalk this up to me seeing it almost a decade ago. When I finally remembered it, I could vaguely recall finding it affective. Probably due for a rewatch.

Prisoners (2013), Rush (2013), Warrior (2011) Around 2012-2014 I was working my way through IMdB’s top 250 list and I saw so many forgettable movies about men committing various violent acts. Literally can’t remember a single thing about these movies.

I’m So Sick of Superheroes Dear God Make It Stop I’d probably like some of these more if not for superhero fatigue but that is the trade-off for total global dominance. A couple of superhero movies did escape this category and you’ll see them later on my list.

Thor (2011), Iron Man Three (2013), Thor: The Dark World (2013), Captain America: Winter Soldier (2014), Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Ant-Man (2015), Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), Captain America: Civil War (2016), Avengers: Infinity War (2018) Lumping all of Marvel’s movies in this category together because I don’t really have a lot to say about Marvel anymore. Special mention to Winter Soldier for being the movie that soured on me the most and to Age of Ultron for in hindsight being the beginning of my superhero fatigue.

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) Boy, this trilogy ended on a sour note. Man of Steel (2013) Confused story structure aside, this movie is utterly grey and joyless. It’s also army propaganda!

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) The only reason I watched this was because it was on IMdB’s top 250 list. Peter Dinklage was good in it, if I recall correctly.

Don’t Like This Nope.

12 Years a Slave (2013) Very uncomfortable to sit through, which I get was the point, but I’m not sure it was the right choice. It honestly feels like misery porn.

Black Swan (2010) I’ve long made peace with the fact that Darren Aronofsky will just never click with me.

The Broken Circle Breakdown (2012) This movie is exhausting to watch because of the near constant country music playing. Loudly.

Kate Plays Christine (2016) This is a movie about a really interesting topic but instead of the real tragedy that actually happened it chooses to focus on an actress’s fictional struggle to connect with her role. I think the movie wanted us to think the struggle was real (heh) but for that they would’ve needed a better actress. La La Land (2016) I love classic musicals and I really wanted to like this movie but in the end I just couldn’t. As a movie it’s okay but it’s not a good musical and the whole white savior of jazz thing was……….. an odd choice.

Last Days in the Desert (2015) I’m a sucker for good, thoughtful religious films. The idea of Jesus and the devil being played by the same actor was intriguing to me and I liked that the devil wasn’t evil so much as just tired. But ultimately, this movie felt a little too cold for me.

Magic Mike: XXL (2015) I have no idea why every critic on the planet seems to love this movie. Strippers aggressively thrusting their crotch in your face is not sexy, it’s uncomfortable!

A Silent Voice (2016) Melodramatic and not in the fun, over-the-top way.

Vonarstræti (2014) It’s good but it’s just not for me.

Wir Monster (2015) I saw this at a Q&A screening and decided I didn’t wanna stick around after the credits rolled. On my way out, I tripped and almost fell onto the actors as they were walking past me. That experience had a way bigger impact on me than the movie itself. Make of that what you will.

Guilty Pleasures/So Bad They’re Good An enjoyably bad movie is a better watch than a middlingly competent one.

#REALITYHIGH (2017) Incredibly clichéd and tries way too hard to be “hip” or “lit” or whatever it is the kids were saying back in 2017. Don’t care, I’ve seen it four times.

Bridget Jones’s Baby (2016) The first Bridget Jones is a highlight of the genre. The second one is just bad but the third tips over into enjoyably bad. I also loved having Renée Zellweger back on my screen!

A Cinderella Story: Christmas Wish (2019) Recently watched this with my sister while baking and wrapping Christmas presents. It’s a terrible movie but we had fun (mostly by making fun of it).

Descendants (2015), Descendants 2 (2017), Descendants 3 (2019) I’m not apologizing for this even though I feel like I kind of should.

The Kissing Booth (2018) This movie is like a 13-year-old’s first fanfic come to life so of course I’m gonna love it. Even if the love interest is incredibly unappealing.

The Twilight Saga: Eclipse (2010), The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 (2011), The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2 (2012) Who would’ve thought at the start of the decade that Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson would turn into indie darlings starring in one critically acclaimed film after the next? I love that for them.

Oscar Bait but I’m Not Biting Not sure the Oscars weren’t a mistake tbh.

The Artist (2011) I kind of enjoyed this but ultimately it’s watered-down Hollywood history made appealing to modern audiences and its aim is far higher than its reach.

Birdman (2014) It was a fun watch but it left no impression.

Darkest Hour (2017) Technically a good movie but such obvious Oscar bait I just couldn’t fully enjoy it.

The Help (2011) Let’s leave the white savior narrative behind in the 2010s, shall we?

The King’s Speech (2010) I love Colin Firth. I barely remember this movie.

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) Don’t love that the racist cop is the most fully fleshed-out character in this movie while the black characters are all unnamed extras.

Whiplash (2014) It’s just drumming, J.K. Simmons, it’s not that serious.

I Feel Like I Should Like This More This category is mostly three camps, as you’ll see.

120 battements par minute (2017), 69 Minutes of 86 Days (2017), Fire at Sea (2016), I, Daniel Blake (2016) All important movies with a worthy message that I just couldn’t connect with on a personal level.

Adieu au langage (2014), Before We Vanish (2017), Bridesmaids (2011), Jagten (2012), A Separation (2011), Timbuktu (2014), Transit (2018), Winter’s Bone (2010) Critically acclaimed, maybe it’s just me?

Her (2013) The rest is all movies I expected to like more than I did. I’m not sure what didn’t click with this one. It’s been a while since I saw it.

Get Out (2017) I wasn’t gonna watch it because I don’t really watch horror so when I finally caved, I knew pretty much everything about it. Watching a movie the first time knowing everything that happens in it and after seeing it dissected for months on end by every critic on the planet does take a lot of the enjoyment away, as it turns out.

Gone Girl (2014) Really thought I’d love it. It’s good just didn’t click with me.

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) It’s pretty. Liam Neeson is always fun.

Pacific Rim (2013) Mako is great and I enjoy the chemistry between her and Raleigh but ultimately this one just kind of slipped out of my mind as soon as I’d seen it.

Toni Erdmann (2016) It’s too damn long!

The Tree of Life (2011) I just watched this the other day so it’s very possible my opinion will change. I was expecting to love it but I… didn’t. It felt like this movie was trying too hard to be profound and important, at the cost of actually saying something, well, profound and important.

No Strong Feelings One Way or the Other I actually have nothing to say about any of these movies and most of them are good but they had to go somewhere.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2011), Boyhood (2014), Brave (2012), Creed (2015), Django Unchained (2012), Exit Through the Gift Shop (2010), Flavours of Youth (2018), Frozen (2013), The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012), Interstellar (2014), Intouchable (2011), The Jungle Book (2016), Monsters University (2013), Rogue One (2016), Schaste moe (2010), Shutter Island (2010), Three Identical Strangers (2018), To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018), Undir trénu (2017), Wreck-It Ralph (2012)

Middling Festival Fare I have nothing to say about these either but I couldn’t lump them in with the others. I mostly liked them more than the movies in the previous category and they took bigger risks. Some of them might even be great, just very much not my cup of tea.

3 Tage in Quiberon (2018), Acid Forest (2018), Amateurs in Space (2016), Barakah Meets Barakah (2015), Der Andständige (2014), Disappearance (2017), Dreams by the Sea (2017), En fremmed flytter ind (2017), Føniks (2018), The Girl Down Loch Aenzi (2016), God Exists, Her Name is Petrunija (2019), Gods of Molenbeek (2019), Jag är Ingrid (2015), Já, Olga Hepnarová (2016), Looking for Oum Kulthum (2017), Mister Universo (2016), Neruda (2016), The Raven and the Seagull (2018), Rester vertical (2016), Slow West (2015), Sugar Coated (2015), Summer Survivors (2018), Tickled (2016), Worldly Girl (2016)

Maybe Not the Best But a Lot of Fun Better than those guilty pleasures but generally pretty flawed. Austenland (2013) A very cute little romcom. Extra points for Jennifer Coolidge, the most underrated character actress of this century.

Baby Driver (2017) I feel like revisiting this one might not be as enjoyable for reasons that have nothing to do with the film’s quality but I had fun watching it in the theater.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010) I was a fan of this franchise from the start so even though this movie is kind of dour and dark, it was still a blast to watch. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011) Do I love every choice this movie made? No. But I saw this at a midnight screening, in full cosplay with my friends, in a theater packed with fans. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

I, Tonya (2017) For a movie that contains so much abuse and such a bummer ending, it’s surprisingly entertaining!

The LEGO Batman Movie (2017) Lego Batman is my favorite Batman.

Nothing Like a Dame (2018) I just really love Maggie Smith.

On - drakon (2015) This movie feels like it was pitched as “Twilight but with dragons!”. It’s fun, though, and it’s got an interesting aesthetic and a proactive heroine who gets herself out of trouble with ingenuity and bravery.

Sing Street (2016) I love the soundtrack to this movie and the characters are incredibly endearing. The story is very simple in not a great way but it doesn’t need to be deep to be enjoyable.

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) I like that they skip the origin story for once and keep the scope of it fairly limited. A very nice little slice-of-life teen movie combined with a superhero flick. Tom Holland is a good Spider-Man. Would’ve been better without Iron Man tbh. Star Trek Beyond (2016) I feel like they got the characters right here, which was a problem for the first Star Trek of the rebooted trilogy. It’s a fairly inconsequential movie but it’s a blast.

Star Wars: Episode VII - The Force Awakens (2015) I’m not the biggest Star Wars fan so I don’t have a lot of opinions here. It’s fun! Not a lot more I want from Star Wars. Ultimately didn’t intrigue me enough to wanna see the rest of the trilogy.

Ten no Chasuke (2015) This movie is a little weird, a little goofy and a lot of fun. I like the guy who just constantly lives through different movie plots because the angel writing his life can’t think of anything original, that tickled me.

Good Movies I Don’t Have a Clever Title Here They’re good movies, Brent.

Barbara Rubin and the Exploding NY Underground (2018) An enjoyable, well-made documentary but considering its subject matter disappointingly conventional.

Black Panther (2018) This movie could have been much better had it not been under the constraints of the MCU. Still one of the best offerings of the genre this decade.

Boy Meets Girl (2014) We need more movies like this. Not just for representation (although that is important) but also because cinema needs a greater variety of stories than are currently being told.

Brooklyn (2015) The scope of this movie is very small but the characterization is nuanced and every aspect of the film goes towards furthering that.

Bugs (2016) The focus of this movie is split between its very interesting subject matter (the use of bugs as food around the world) and the chefs we’re following around who kind of seem like dicks and honestly drag the movie down a lot.

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) Steve Rogers is one of my favorite MCU characters, purely on the strength of this movie. In a world where no one seems to know how to adapt Superman to film, it’s nice they got this one right.

Cloud Atlas (2012) This movie has such lofty ambitions and I admire it for that, even if the execution is off at times. But the use of yellowface is..... bad. It’s very bad and the directors should have known better.

Cold War (2018) I love the music in this, which is good because it is near constant.

Damsel (2018) I love a deconstructed western and I love Robert Pattinson. It’s a shame that the female character at the center of the story wasn’t better developed, considering how much screen time she got.

Damsels in Distress (2011) This movie is quirky and cutesie, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (and usually isn’t mine) but I love it. Some solid acting goes a long way.

Der kommer en dag (2016) This movie is two hours of children suffering yet it comes across as so optimistic? I think it’s the space race stuff. Who doesn’t love the space race?

Frantz (2016) I am always down for stories that reckon with the effects of WWI.

Future Baby (2016) There’s a scene in this movie where a surrogate mother gives birth and it is both very graphic and heart-wrenching. If the rest of the movie were more like that one scene, it’d be on my shortlist for the best of the decade.

Fyre (2019) How was Fyre Festival a real thing that happened?

Girls Don’t Fly (2016) Girls don’t fly because the man training them to be pilots is a dick and treats them horribly. It’s a bummer but important to uncover.

Hidden Figures (2016) Kevin Costner’s character needed to be written out - black stories that don’t involve “good” white people are both possible and necessary. But I adore all three main actresses and they do some amazing work.

Hjartasteinn (2016) The subject matter is cliché but it’s handled beautifully.

The Lego Movie (2014) Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you’re part of a team!

Journey to the Shore (2015) I honestly wasn’t sure how to feel for most of the run time of this movie but by the end it got me.

On Body and Soul (2017) This movie feels like a dream and I mean that in a good way.

The Salvation (2014) Have I mentioned that I love deconstructed westerns? Mads Mikkelsen is always on point, even with garbage material, but he’s got some good stuff to work with here.

Searching for Ingmar Bergman (2018) This movie made me more interested in its director, Margarethe von Trotta, than Bergman himself. Everyone should check out The Lost Honour of Katharina Blum!

The Shape of Water (2017) This movie is very much like a fairy-tale, which means it’s not particularly nuanced or complicated, but it is beautiful.

Still the Water (2014) This movie starts with a cow being graphically slaughtered and yet the only word I can think of to describe it is “gentle”. But maybe skip the first five minutes if you’re sensitive to blood or animal death.

Studio 54 (2018) How were the 70s even real?

Sumarbörn (2017) It’s a rare feat to get such good acting out of child actors.

Thor: Ragnarök (2017) The best MCU movie. It’s a lot of fun without once losing its heart, which is a rare thing for Marvel (just google the words “bathos” and “mcu”, other people have covered this already).

Warm Bodies (2013) The cutest rom-com of the decade features a zombie as its main lead. I’m not mad about it.

Wild Tales (2014) The dissonance between the realist shooting style and the cartoonish violence often results in some excellent dark humor. The rest of the time, it just feels kind of off.

The Wolf of Wall Street (2013) Jordan Belfast is both a lot of fun and utterly despicable and the movie is not afraid to go as balls to the walls as it needs to.

The Young Karl Marx (2017) So like... Marx and Engel were into each other? At least a little, right?

Great Movies Also No Clever Title

Andið eðlilega (2018) Okay so I don’t watch a lot of Icelandic cinema but from what I have seen, I am incredibly encouraged by the direction it is heading. Call this exhibit A.

Ága (2018) This movie is very slow and not a lot happens but that’s kind of why it works so well. It hooked me in and had me genuinely interested in every uneventful scene.

Brecht’s Threepenny Film (2018) I walked away feeling like I’d understood maybe one third of this film but it left me with a feeling of exhilaration that’s hard to define and that few films manage.

Les aventures extraordinaires d'Adèle Blanc-Sec (2010) Adèle Blanc-Sec is like Tintin and Indiana Jones combined except way better. In a just world, she would be a much more popular character and the reported film trilogy would have actually happened.

En duva satt på en gren och funderade på tillvaron (2014) This movie is delightfully weird and messed up. Nothing more to say here.

The Favourite (2018) I was honestly expecting to be let down by this movie after all the overwhelming praise but as it turns out, it deserved all of the accolades and possibly more.

Gravity (2013) This movie was kind of marketed as “realistic sci-fi” and while I can’t say it felt particularly real, the emotional arc sure as hell did.

Inception (2010) The complexity of this film was vastly over-hyped but it’s still the best work I’ve seen by Nolan (though to be fair, I still haven’t seen Dunkirk). Kreuzweg (2014) The film is composed of just fourteen still shots, representing the Stations of the Cross. That could have come across as really gimmicky but it works because the shots are well staged and the material is just that good. Loveless (2017) This is the bleakest, most depressing movie I think I’ve ever seen. The Martian (2015) The best thing about this movie is the way it shows the world coming together just to save this one guy. International cooperation is the future!

Paradies: Liebe (2012) This is a movie about sex tourism and it is as unpleasant to watch as that sounds. But it’s also incredible.

Paradies: Hoffnung (2013) The third in Seidl’s paradise trilogy (I missed the middle part, don’t remember why). Just as messed up as Liebe but mildly more palatable.

Une nouvelle amie (2014) I saw this movie with my dad, which was kind of awkward, but that doesn’t take away from its beauty. We really do need more stories like this.

Tale of Tales (2015) I am always here for a fairytale adaptation, particularly ones that stick close to the dark, gruesome, humorous tone of most traditional fairytales.

Welcome to Norway (2016) This movie is just really, really funny.

White God (2014) If you’re sensitive to animal abuse then this is not the film for you. The dogs in this movie actually won the Palm Dog Award and it was well deserved. They’re very good dogs! Tom of Finland (2017) How refreshing to see a movie about a historical gay person that isn’t all death and tragedy! It does have some of that, unavoidably, but it’s also a lot of fun and ultimately is a celebration of a very important sub-cultural figure.

Vinterbrødre (2017) I wasn’t expecting a movie set in a mining community to look this beautiful.

Wonder Woman (2017) The best superhero movie of the decade, despite the slightly messy third act. It’s such an earnest, hopeful movie and unlike most films of the genre, it’s not afraid to take itself seriously or to come across as cheesy. Superheroes are cheesy! That’s one of the best things about them!

Amazing Animation I don’t like animation being singled out from live action as if it’s somehow less, but I wanted to highlight how many excellent animated films were made this decade.

The Breadwinner (2017) I’ve seen this film’s production company, Cartoon Saloon, been called the Irish version of Disney but Disney has never made anything half this daring. Coco (2017) The ending made me sob like a little kid. This movie doesn’t get enough credit for being one of only two Pixar films this decade to live up to their early work.

How to Train Your Dragon (2010) The flight scenes in this movie gave me actual vertigo and I loved it.

How to Train Your Dragon 2 (2014) The rare sequel that’s actually better than the original! For all the franchises that exist out there just to continue milking that cash cow, it’s nice to see something get continued because the filmmakers had more stories to tell.

Loving Vincent (2017) This movie has been criticized for a weak plot, to which I say: it’s an animated movie made up of oil paintings! Do you really care about the plot? Sometimes the spectacle is all you need, especially when it’s something that touches you as deeply as Vincent van Gogh’s art does.

Moana (2016) Moana’s scenes with her grandmother and Te Fiti are up there with some of the most emotionally evocative stuff to come out of Disney studios. It’s a pity the rest of the movie couldn’t quite live up to that.

Rise of the Guardians (2012) Mostly, this movie just looks incredible. I am also an eternal sucker for Chris Pine, even if his voice sounds weird coming out of a teenager’s mouth.

Song of the Sea (2014) This is the most beautiful animated film I’ve ever seen outside of Studio Ghibli’s best, both the look and the feel of it.

Tangled (2010) I know I sound like an old fogy but this movie would’ve been much better if it had been traditionally animated. Still pretty good!

Toy Story 3 (2010) It’s been nine years since the third Toy Story came out?? Christ, this decade.

Your Name (2016) I really should be watching more anime.

Zootopia (2016) Disney’s best work since Treasure Planet, which is an underrated masterpiece. It’s almost worth the resurgence in furries (jk furries, you’re okay).

This Is Why You Guys Should Be Watching Documentaries Because documentaries are a seriously underrated art form.

Ama-San (2016) This is the kind of cinema vérité filmmaking I live for.

Behind the Curve (2018) The existence of flat earthers remains baffling (well, maybe not that baffling when you look at the rest of our society) but this documentary is excellent.

Dawson City: Frozen Time (2016) This is a documentary about a cache of lost silent films that were found in the 70s and most of the movie is silent, with information being conveyed through text and images. It’s these kinds of choices that elevate a good documentary beyond just educational programming.

Exodus: Where I Come From Is Disappearing (2016) Absolutely heart-wrenching. It’s difficult to watch but the issues it discusses shouldn’t be looked away from.

Foodies (2014) There’s a foodie in this movie who rates his food on looks before he even tastes it and a chef whose signature dish is a dessert called “sex on the beach” which includes a very realistic-looking used condom. I wanted those two to meet but they never did and that is my one criticism of this film.

Free Solo (2018) I developed a fear of heights after watching this movie.

The Great Green Wall (2019) I had never heard of the great green wall before seeing this movie. It’s so surreal to get a window into a society where no one is arguing about climate change because they are already undeniably feeling the effects of it. And by strange, I mean incredibly sad and upsetting.

How to Let Go of the World: and Love All the Things Climate Can’t Change (2016) Speaking of climate change. This movie takes on climate grief and shows why you can’t stop at that, why you need to push past it and keep fighting. I’d argue The Great Green Wall actually does that same thing and better but it’s still a very necessary message.

Into the Inferno (2016) Werner Herzog is just. The best. Especially his documentaries.

Kismet (2014) This movie examines how art affects people by way of one of the least respected art forms out there (soap operas). I just really love that premise and the execution is even better.

Merchants of Doubt (2014) Honestly fuck every single person making money by hastening our descent towards climate catastrophe. Good movie, though.

My Scientology Movie (2015) This was the first Louis Theroux movie I saw and it’s a great one to start with. For all they’ve been treated like a joke, Scientologists are actually pretty scary.

The Other Side of Everything (2017) The personal is the political in this film. What an incredible look at the ways our past shapes our present and future.

Pervert Park (2014) This movie fucked me up.

The Prison in Twelve Landscapes (2016) The conceit of this film is looking at the US prison system indirectly by keeping the camera outside the actual prisons and off actual prisoners. It works incredibly well, just astounding documentary film making.

Push (2019) Just when you thought you couldn’t hate the rental market any more!

Safari (2016) Fuck trophy hunters.

The Silence of Others (2018) I didn’t even know about the Spanish 1977 Amnesty Law until I saw this movie. Maybe that’s just my own ignorance but I feel it shows how necessary documentaries like these are.

Tower (2016) I cried like a baby watching this movie. Using rotoscope animation to tell the story of the 1966 shootings a the University of Texas was I think an excellent choice and made for a unique documentary.

Visages villages (2017) Agnès Varda is possibly my favorite director and it hurts to leave this one off the “best” list (call it an unofficial #11). Still not sure I shouldn’t have swapped out one of the actual top ten for it.

Welcome to Sodom (2018) The world is so fucked up.

It Stayed With Me Movies that left me reeling and that I couldn’t get out of my head for days after watching (call all of them an unofficial joint #12).

The Act of Killing (2012) Speaking of fucked up! It is absolutely surreal seeing these mass murderers try to justify their actions to the interviewers. “I was just doing my job” is no excuse and trying to use it as one is actually reprehensible.

Arrival (2016) I didn’t actually see it until this year and I felt it couldn’t possibly live up to the hype but it did! It’s reminiscent of Interstellar in that in this ‘hard’ science fiction story the ultimate solution is based on an emotional revelation but Arrival pulled it off much better. The Congress (2013) This is basically two movies in one; one is fairly grounded sci-fi and the other is just a straight up acid trip in film form. In any case, Robin Wright is absolutely flawless.

Carol (2015) Cate Blanchett please date me. Grüße aus Fukushima (2016) I’m always gonna be a sucker for a movie about women connecting and helping each other through trauma.

High Life (2018) I saw this one knowing nothing about it and ngl it shocked me a bit. The way it incrementally got more and more fucked up made me feel a bit like a frog being slowly boiled alive. November (2017) The atmosphere this movie creates is unreal. Maybe not the strongest characterization but it balances a feeling of magic and wonder with just utter bleakness and it left me reeling. Paterson (2016) I can’t even fully explain why I loved this movie so much or why it stuck me. Mostly, it’s just so damn cozy. The Square (2017) I mean, that scene with the ape man was fucked up right? Tangerine (2015) I don’t think filming on your iPhone is the future of cinema or anything but it does show how accessible filmmaking is slowly becoming. Also, that scene of Alexandra performing Toyland is one of the best musical moments in cinema this decade and that is not up for debate. Team Hurricane (2017) I’ve never seen a movie with an aesthetic like this before (it’s very vaporwave) but this film is about and was mostly shot by a group of actual teenage girls. It’s a little melodramatic in places but at the same time that feels very sincere and the girls all clearly have a lot of talent and a lot to say. Varda par Agnes (2019) This movie probably wouldn’t have stuck with me so much if Agnès Varda hadn’t died earlier this year. She is a truly unparalleled figure in film history.

The Best According to me, anyway. But I’m right.

Cameraperson (2016) This is a different kind of documentary filmmaking. What it most reminds me of is Beaches of Agnès (no, I’m never done talking about Agnès Varda) but even that is not a perfect comparison. It’s deeply personal while also covering an insane variety of topics. Embrace of the Serpent (2015) This movie feels like a dream and I mean that in the best way possible. At turns beautiful, brutal, and absolutely baffling. The Florida Project (2017) I’ve seen this movie criticized for glorifying poverty and I can’t discount that opinion. For my part, I thought this movie did an incredible job balancing the world as seen through the eyes of a carefree child enjoying her summer and the dangerous, precarious reality of living in poverty. Inside Out (2015) When Pixar gets it right, they get it really right. The Love Witch (2016) I just really, really love witches. The best looking live action movie of the decade. The fact that writer/director/editor/producer Anna Biller hasn’t made another film since is an actual crime. Melancholia (2011) No movie has ever hit me this hard in such a visceral way; I was miserable for days after seeing it. Lars von Trier is an asshole but he knows how to film depression. Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Believe the hype, it is actually perfect. And I don’t even like action movies! Moonlight (2016) It’s rare to see a movie this deeply, devastatingly human. The final two shots of the film, paired together, are literally the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in a theater. Kona fer í stríð (2018) The best Icelandic movie that’s been made yet. Halldóra Geirharðsdóttir is a national treasure. Shoplifters (2018) I mean, who’s expecting a movie called ‘Shoplifters’ to be so devastating? It’s such a painful film but it is also heartwarming and intimate. Un couteau dans le coeur (2018) This movie is strange and funny and violent and gorgeous. I’ve never had such a good experience at a film festival as I did the two times I went to see this movie.

#well it's done #this was mostly written for an audience of one aka me #but hey this took a while so do check it out if you want

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