#its like we’re looking at her insides I Fear and she would hate this but whatever thats why its good.

[robinsteves]

nancy wheeler against god

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

i care for you still

ex bf!jj maybank x fem!reader

cw — talks of a breakup, both cry, fluff, kissing, angst, implied sex

summary — after a few months, you finally decide to talk with jj one on one.

a/n — idk why jj just popped back up into my mind but i wrote this in like 20 minutes so excuse me if its garbage. please request though!!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

it’d been months of tense hangouts with the pogues, months of jj moping around, and months of your friends begging you to just talk to him. you’d tried multiple times but he was stubborn. every conversation somehow ended with you two back to the same topic of your past relationship.

it wasn’t that you didn’t love jj anymore, you were sure part of you always would. he was your first boyfriend, first love, first kiss, first time, first everything. he’d always have part of your heart. he was the one who taught you real love.

but there was that saying that went “you can’t love someone else if you don’t love yourself,” which couldn’t be more true. you couldn’t pin why or when it started, but you slowly started to lose yourself. your mental health began slipping, you hated looking in the mirror, and you wanted to do nothing else but rot in bed.

in turn, you started pulling away from jj which only hurt him more than you knew. it broke your heart, and it broke even more to have to break up with him. but you couldn’t just string him along when you knew you weren’t in the right state to be in a relationship.

after you’d done it, the two of you took a break from the pogues in fear you’d have to see the other. in the early months, it felt like you’d never get over him and the thought of having to see him only made your heart ache more. thankfully, you still had sarah and kiara to keep you company while he had pope and john b.

after a while, you both began hanging with the group as a whole. it was always tense and awkward but you still tried to enjoy it and not make it weird for your friends. on the odd chance that you were alone with him, he’d always bring up your relationship and ask where it went wrong.

once he’d received no real answer the last ten times, he just stopped asking. he had realized maybe it was better that he didn’t know. he’d heard rumors of you messing with other guys and he wasn’t sure he could take it if he found out you were truly with someone else.

this all brought you here at the chateau with your friends. you all were sat on the porch, besides jj who was sat in the hammock with a can of beer in his hand. you were completely zoned out and definitely not listening to the argument between john b and kiara about micro plastics.

you sighed and took a sip out of your bottle of water before getting up to use the bathroom. “be right back,” you told the others as you stood and opened the front door to go inside. you toed past the small piles of clothes on the floor and picked up some empty cans on the way to throw out.

you headed into the bathroom and turned on the sink, pressing some cold water on your skin to cool off before washing your hands and looking at yourself in the mirror. you chewed your lip anxiously as you just stared.

you had to have been in there for a few minutes, maybe five if you had to guess. then there was a knock and the sound of kiaras voice. “we’re heading out to get some more beer. you want anything?” she asked, slightly muffled through the thick wood.

“no, i’m okay,” you replied quickly knowing you definitely didn’t need to be drinking heavily tonight. you heard her mumble a quick goodbye before her footsteps got louder and the sound of the front door echoed through the empty space. you dried your hands on the towel behind you then made your way back through the house.

you stepped outside onto the porch, freezing when you were met with jj. “thought you went with them,” he said awkwardly after clearing his throat. his body stiffened and his hands fidgeted with one another.

“uh, no,” you stammered just as awkwardly. “i was in the bathroom.” you didn’t even know why you said that. he didn’t need to know that and he probably didn’t care either.

he shook his empty can in his right hand. “we’re out of beer,” he explained almost as if he were letting you know why he was up on the porch in front of you. the last thing he needed you thinking was that he was some weird stalker.

you nodded. “i heard,” you said and stepped aside to allow him to walk past you and into the house. he quickly walked inside and to the fridge in search of something. “are you okay?” you blurted out as you followed him in even though you most likely knew the answer.

“fine. you?” he replied bluntly. he knew you weren’t stupid and he knew you were definitely onto him. he closed the fridge door and leaned against the kitchen counter to look at you.

you frowned slightly at his cold attitude. “i’m sorry, jj,” you said softly. “i’m sorry about the way i treated you.”

he bit the inside of his cheek and crossed his arms over his chest, looking off to the side for a second to gather his thoughts. “why’d you do it?”

you almost chose to play stupid for a second and ask what he meant but you’d had this conversation one too many times to not know what he meant. only this time, you intended to finish it. “i was scared,” you began timidly. “i wasn’t doing good and i was scared to hurt you.”

“but you did,” he replied just above a whisper. the air was thick with tension and the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop and every floorboard creak.

you pursed your lips into a thin line and nodded sadly. “i know. i thought breaking up would make it easier instead of dragging you down with me,” you said with the same softness in your voice as his. “but it didn’t and i hurt you. and i’m sorry for that.”

his eyes bored into yours, his once energetic, bright blue eyes now a more dull, tired shade. “why couldn’t you just talk to me about it? i coulda helped you.”

you could hear the shake in his voice. the conversations never really went this far, usually stopping the moment they started because you just couldn’t handle it. and here you were, beginning to choke up. “because i didn’t wanna bother you,” you stated.

“it wouldn’t have bothered me, you know that,” he said, uncrossing his arms and instead placing them behind him on the counter. “i woulda wanted you to talk to me if somethin’ was up. i coulda been there to help you or at least support you.”

you bit your lip nervously and looked down at your hands, now beginning to pick at your cuticles. “its hard to talk about,” you muttered. “i jus’ didn’t feel good about myself and i couldn’t put that on you.”

he let out a shaky breath. “i woulda done anything for you,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanted to be there for you.”

you heard the soft sob that slipped past his lips. the two of you were reopening old, unhealed wounds now and the unshed tears that had been pushed down for months were beginning to finally surface. you finally looked back up to his face, him already looking at you with tears in his eyes. “do you want a hug?” you asked gently.

when he didn’t reply, you took cautious steps toward him to give him an opportunity to back out before wrapping your arms around his neck. you immediately felt his arms lock around your waist tight and him crane down to bury his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.

his body shook with sobs as he cried into your t-shirt. it only made your heart break more and in turn, you felt tears finally fall down your cheeks. “i’m really fucking sorry jj,” you mumbled through your wobbling voice.

“it’s okay,” he sobbed, squeezing you a little tighter against him. “i forgive you. i forgave you months ago.”

you frowned and closed your eyes, just savoring the moment between you two. it felt like the world went silent for a moment. like it was just you two again. you missed this feeling and by the way he was clinging onto you, you assumed he did too.

you two stayed like that for another minute before he finally began to pull away slowly, still keeping his hands firmly holding your hips. your arms stayed linked around his neck with how close the two of you remained. “gimme one more chance,” he mumbled, his intense gaze staring right into you.

you closed your eyes and sighed. “jj—“

he cut you off. “please, sweetheart. i don’t want you to be alone. whatever you need, ’m here. i jus’ wanna be here for you.”

“you can’t fix me,” you replied honestly. “this is something i need to do on my own.”

he thought for a moment before nodding. “thats okay. you can do it alone. i’ll jus’ be here to support you.”

you felt your bottom lip wobble and your eyes burn with tears. you’d never really had someone like jj who stuck with you through your stubbornness, someone who continued offering help even when you consistently denied and subconsciously began to self sabotage. “i don’t wanna dump all my problems on you.”

he wiped the drop of liquid that ran down your cheek with his thumb before taking both your hands in his own. “don’t worry about that. just worry about you, ok? i got the rest.”

you shook your head. “that’s not fair to you, jj.” you leaned your forehead against his chest to hide your face when you felt more thick tears fall silently.

he brought one hand up to cradle the back of your head while the other intertwined your fingers. “if it means you’ll feel better, then i don’t care. i just wanna help you. trust me, ‘m gonna be fine.”

you immediately began to melt when you felt his hand play with your hair softly. you couldn’t say no to him, you never could. this was the man you were completely and utterly in love with and even after putting him through so much, he was still this soft with you. how could you just move on?

pulling away from his chest, his hand moved from the back of your head to your cheek, cradling it in his large palm. his thumb lightly traced your cheekbone as he searched your eyes for any negative signs, anything to tell him what he was about to do was wrong.

when he found absolutely nothing, he surged forward and pressed him lips to yours. you sighed into the kiss, months of longing and passion poured into one simple movement. his other hand moved from yours to your hip inside, squeezing lightly at it and pulling you closer so your body was pressed to his.

“fuck, i missed you,” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, slipping his tongue inside and moving his hand that was once on your cheek to your neck to gently press at the sides. you felt a little lightheaded at the action in the best ways possible.

the kiss was slow and passionate, something you’d missed so desperately about being with jj. he didn’t often rush things like this. he preferred to take his time and make you feel all woozy and worked up.

you could feel him begin to get slightly antsy, unsure of what to do with his hands. you chose to grab the one on your hip and slide it down lower. he instinctively brought the other one down as well and cupped your ass before laughing against your lips when you whimpered.

once the two of your finally needed to catch your breath, panting and mingling your breaths, he smiled cheekily. “how ‘bout we make up for lost time?”

you couldn’t help but return the same smile. “i think i like that idea.”

he wasted no time in grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up, heading straight for the guest room he claimed as his own.

[shutupineedtothink]

Alright, y’all really got me goin on this “we’re still in the trial” idea, so here’s the potential evidence:

Spoilers below the cut in case I turn out to be right lol.

The color grading when they got back on the road was Weird. Almost orange, when the road has been very blue tinted overall this whole time

Maybe the orange-y ness is because there’s still a blood moon but we didn’t pan up to see it?

Or maybe its just visual code for “this is not the real Road”

Jen and Alice both came out of their trials having gained something, confidence for Jen and freedom (from the curse) for Alice. Agatha really walks out with nothing except more trauma. If we go with the theory that the Road is making them deal with their trauma in order to overcome it, then the trial isn’t over. Agatha has more work to do. (We have to face our worst fears.) On the other hand, maybe Agatha just failed her trial. Maybe that means she gets another one later. Idk.

I keep wondering where we would go back to if we were still in the trial, and I think it’s when they first spelled DEATH with the ouija board and Rio laughed. At that point, everything that happened after that was her game to play. She knows Agatha’s past, and she’s trying to get her to face her inner demons, show some fucking vulnerability, and acknowledge that maybe she wasn’t born evil. Rio (and/or The Road) wants her to face her past so that she can show up as her real self, the Agatha she’s known all along 👀 (and to get Agatha to stop freaking running away from her). Rio’s still the only one who sees her (te veo), even Agatha can’t see herself. Rio exists separate from the events of the trial, and yet she’s still on Agatha’s side, being the protector she needs even as everyone else is slowly turning against her. With a little bit of crazy/murderous intent thrown in of course bc that’s how she is.

Also can’t get over the look Rio throws at Agatha as she climbs the ladder to get out of the house. It reads as frustration to me, like really, you’re running away from this again? You’re gonna keep pushing this down and repeating the same old patterns instead of facing your trauma again? Jesus fuck what do I have to do to get through to this woman.

I was originally thinking this was playing out as is due to the fact that we end on Teen/Billy and his powers, with Agatha basically gone. But then it occurred to me that those last few minutes were truly her worst fear manifested, that he began to hate her, turned on her, and became evil himself, partly due to her own taunting. Her worst fear is that SHE will turn the boy she thinks could be her son evil, passing it down because it’s an innate thing inside her, just like her mother said.

Bonus points: IF we’re still back in the trial, Alice isn’t dead, Jen was never quite as vicious as all that (that was Agatha’s own mind berating her), and Teen is still “Teen” and never went on a murder spree to kill the coven. But imo, everyone still remembers this version of events, which makes for some hella interesting character moves all around. Particularly for Alice, Teen, and Agatha. I actually have a whole headcannon for how this plays out, but idk if I should share it or not, because it will be ALL the spoilers if it happens.

Thoughts?

[queen-of-the-avengers]

In The Before

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, character being dusted

Request by anon: Angst with steve and vixen . Both gone off the track after accords vixen goes with steve and all else went good both layed low even married in secret . Angst comes in the form of Fucking thanos  , its the fight at wakanda shes next to steve while everyone is on the feild when the dust settle grim reality that the bad guy won . Both bucky called to steve but before he steped bucky disapeared . Vixen walked found steve to her horror steve sees his wife vixen disapear while whispering "i love y-" she turned to ash before finishing. 

Summary: The fight of your life is here and you'll do anything to protect Vision and the stone in his head. However, you've never faced an enemy like Thanos before.

Squares Filled: "This isn't a back alley. This is war." (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Author’s Note: i didn't go into too much detail about the fight at Wakanda and with Thanos since we've all seen Infinity War and we all know how the fight goes.

x

This dingy and run-down apartment isn’t the best place you’ve lived in but it’s a roof over your head. Right now, you and Steve will take what you can get. It’s been tough after the fight about the Accords. Tony made half the team fugitives so you and Steve are living outside the country against the law. If you’re caught, the government will treat you like hard-core criminals and lock you up for good.

You’re on your own here.

You take the microwavable food from the kitchen and walk over to the table where Steve is. He hasn’t looked the same since the big fight with Tony. He looks broken, a shell of the man he once was. It breaks your heart to see him this way, and it hurts even more knowing the team is broken up. A team that once stood together to fight what others couldn’t is now disassembled.

“You should eat something,” you say and place the food in front of him.

He looks up at you and gives a half smile before taking a bite. He misses his friends. He hates how the entire situation played out and wishes he could go home.

“How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m doing alright.”

“I mean with Hydra. No trouble with them?”

“Not since I left Wakanda.”

It’s true. You’ve been free from their mind control for a few years now. It’s been so quiet inside your head, and you welcome the silence even if you didn’t at first. Bucky hasn’t been with you two since the Avengers broke up, but you keep tabs on each other since he has the same fears as you. What if Hydra got ahold of you again? Could they put that back inside your head? Could you be a puppet again?

Zemo hasn’t been seen since you let him go. You haven’t had the desire to go after him like you promised you would. Seeing the fear on his face when you caught him was punishment enough. He will always be looking over his shoulder for you since you can come from anywhere, and that’s enough to satisfy you right now.

“How are the others? You were gone all day,” you ask and eat.

“Buck is doing as well as he can. He’s still having nightmares. Nat and Sam are helping him through it. Wanda and Vision are still off the grid. Nat has regular check-ups with them so I’m not too worried.”

“I’m glad she has someone like Vision. He gave up what he believed in to be with her. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“I know it’s rough right now, but we’ll find a better place than this. I’ll give it a few years before we can go home.”

“Believe it or not, this isn’t much different than the missions I went on. Bucky and I used to stay in places like this. Though, if we’re going to continue to live here, then we need a proper bed instead of a mattress on the floor.”

Steve laughs at this. “We’ll get one together tomorrow.”

After dinner, you two head to bed together. It’s another rough night but you make the most of it. In the morning, Natasha calls the phone you reserved for emergencies only. Wanda and Vision are in trouble. Bruce and Tony are in trouble in New York. Apparently, someone named Thanos is on a mission to get all six Infinity Stones, and one of them happens to be in Vision’s head.

Vision and Wanda are located in Scotland so that’s where you and Steve meet up with Nat, Bucky, and Sam. Two of Thanos’ children are after the stone in Vision’s head, but they can’t take on all six of you at once. Wanda and Vision did most of the fighting before you were able to get to them, so your team made the finishing move that caused one of them to be stabbed by his own spear. They left back into their alien ship before leaving.

“What the hell is going on? Who were those people?” you ask.

“I don’t know but they want the stone. Vision has been injured,” Wanda panics.

“What are we going to do?” you ask Steve.

“We go home.”

Looks like you’re going home after months of leaving it behind. You’re not sure what you’re going to walk into when you touch back down in New York, but you have to be prepared for anything. However, nothing prepared you for what you came across. Dr. Strange, Tony, and Peter have been sucked into an alien spaceship that was trying to take the time stone.

It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not, Earth needs defending from everyone available.

Thanos tried to get Vision’s stone once and failed, so you know he will be back with more reinforcements later. The only place on Earth that might be able to handle the fight is Wakanda. They are more than happy to assist your team in the fight that is likely to come.

“How are we going to do this? They’re not going to stop until they get that stone.”

“What if we remove it from Vision? He’s more than the stone, anyway. Can he survive without it?” you ask Shuri.

“It’s not going to be easy but I think I can separate the stone from him. It’s going to take time.”

“How much time do you need?” Steve asks.

“As much as you can give me.”

“Alright, Wanda, you gotta stay up here and protect the stone. You’re the only one with the power to do so. The rest of us are going to be on the field. They’re not going to go easy on us so we aren’t either. This isn’t a back alley. This is war,” Steve says.

“You heard him. Let’s go,” T’Challa says and walks toward the door. “Someone, get his man a shield!”

You along with everyone else line up on the battlefield just as alien ships come crashing to Earth. They try to hit the Wakanda barrier but explode on impact since they can’t get through it. Most of the ships land outside of the barrier, and a bunch of alien dogs come rushing out savagely. They try to get through the barrier but are killing themselves when the barrier slices right through them. For every five that are killed, one of them gets through.

This is going to be the fight of your life, and you channel your inner Vixen for this fight. You use every weapon at your disposal, every skill Hydra beat into you, and every gun that is handed to you. You’re giving the aliens everything you’ve got but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Only when Thor comes from wherever he was, does the fight seem fair. He has a new axe that replaced the hammer his sister broke, and he uses it to kill as many aliens as he can.

At one point, Wanda is forced out of her hiding space to help in the fight, and that’s when Thanos strikes. He sends the two aliens whom Wanda fought in Scotland to grab the stone. Most Wakandans stay in the field to keep most of the aliens busy while your team heads to the other side of the place where Vision is.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask Vision and go to his side.

“He’s coming whether we like it or not. You should all get out of here.”

“We’re not leaving you. Eyes up, everyone,” Steve says.

It didn’t take long for Thanos to come with the time stone. He must have persuaded Dr. Strange to give it to him, but it’s unlikely he did it without violence. Steve tries to fight Thanos and loses. Natasha and Bruce try and they fail. T’Challa tries and fails. Bucky, Groot, and Rocket try and fail. You try and fail.

The only person stopping Thanos from getting the stone is Wanda, and she uses her magic to keep him back as she uses her magic to destroy the stone. It’s breaking her heart to hurt the one she loves but it has to be done. The stone must be destroyed so that Thanos can’t use it.

However, he has the time stone so after Wanda successfully destroys the stone, Thanos puts it back together just so he can steal it. He kills Vision right in front of Wanda and acquires the stone. He does what he set out to do years earlier.

He snaps his fingers.

Thor managed to lodge his axe into Thanos’ chest but that doesn’t stop Thanos from actually snapping his fingers, and then he disappears using the space stone. Your team is left to pick up the pieces after the big war.

“Is that it? Did we lose?” you ask and stand up.

Silence befalls Wakanda. Thanos got what he wanted. There is no need for the fight any longer. The alien dogs that are still alive retreat. Something doesn’t feel right. Thanos wanted to wipe out half of the universe.

“Steve?” Bucky says.

You and Steve look at him and see him turn to dust. You look to your right and see Groot turn to dust. Wanda turns to dust. T’Challa turns to dust. You look down and see your hand start to turn to dust.

“Steve?” you gasp and look at him.

“Y/N? No!”

“I love y--”

You turn to dust completely, leaving Steve and the remaining Avengers all alone.

x

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[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 21: Courage Trumps Fear

“Hop in!”

The speeding car comes to a halt and I literally jump into the backseat. Up front Nomi pushes the accelerator and I’m pushed into the seat.

“Catch me up. What have you got?” 

“Been chasing a lead Bond sent me. Now I- Hold on.” Nomi holds the buzzing phone up to her ear.

Right now my head is spinning in a hundred directions. The only thing providing any amount of comfort is the chain around my neck. I keep fingering Q’s ring while I wait for Nomi to finish the call.

“Bond, where is she?”

I can’t hear the full conversation but Bond definitely sounds worried. 

“What’d he say?” I ask when she hangs up.

“Dr. Swann’s gone. We need to pick Bond up and get back immediately. Q’s waiting on the plane.”

Plane? Obviously Bond’s request has gone fulfilled but how on Earth is Q on a plane right now? He’s actually outside the lab! Normally I would encourage this but in these circumstances I wish he hadn’t gotten this up close with the mission. Last time Q left the lab I was there to guard him. What’s to stop an enemy plane from shooting him out of the sky? I can’t live with myself if something happens today and he gets hurt… or worse.

“Here he is.” Nomi drives to the side of a field, where Bond is waiting impatiently. “Need a ride?”

He climbs into the passenger seat, looking roughed up and covered with dirt. “Where have you been?” 

“Chasing after your lead.”

“They took Dr. Swann,” Bond tells her. “And her daughter.”

The reminder of the involved child clenches my heart. “I didn’t know she had a daughter.”

Bond whips his head around and sees me pressed into the cushion. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s personal to me when kids are involved. Plus you need all the help you can get. You can’t talk me out of this, Bond.” I speak quickly before he can argue.

He still disapproves but keeps quiet as we speed through the evening traffic. Good driving, Nomi. In only a few minutes we arrive at a discrete airfield where a giant aircraft is waiting. 

“No time to waste. Let’s hurry.” I jump out and follow the other 00s to the plane ramp. When I look up, the sight of Q wearing a pilot’s helmet is both adorable and frightening.

“Bond,” he addresses the older agent.

Bond nods. “Q.”

At least this is better than the last time they met up on a whim. Bond seems to have forgotten his disagreement with our relationship.

“Told you I’d be back soon,” I smile softly and offer a gentle hug. Q however takes this time to examine me for injuries.

“Are you hurt? Did anything happen?”

I grab his hands and make him face me. “Relax. It was just a quick drive to pick up Bond. I’m here, all in one piece.” A smirk makes its way onto my face. “What surprises me is that you’re here. I thought you still hated flying?”

Q calms down a tad and shrugs. “Desperate times call for facing my fears and nearly fainting. I’m surprised I have enough guts to even be on a plane this big.”

“Excuse me?” Bond interrupts in an annoyed tone. “If you could please ignore your gushing feelings for five minutes we’d like to come up with a game plan, if you don’t mind.”

Q and I, both sharing flushed faces, pull apart and step deeper inside the plane. Right. I need to keep professional. Time to be a 00 agent.

“M, we’re ready,” Nomi says to the computer speaker.

“Good. The agenda is short: Confirm the presence of Hercules, kill Obrechev and Saffron, and get Dr. Swann and her daughter off the island.”

It sounds so simple yet hidden behind it is countless options for failure. Beneath M’s calm voice I detect signs of concern.

“Sir, permission for Commander Bond to be redesignated as 007?” Nomi asks. We all give her a look of surprise, to which she just shrugs. “It’s just a number.”

“Very well,” M answers. “Good luck.”

I look around the plane for parachutes. “How do we get down there?”

“This.”

Q points to a vessel hidden under a tarp. I peek under and see- A submarine? You’ve got to be joking. I’ve been fortunate enough to never have had a mission that involves going underwater. Just the thought of a dark, quiet abyss is eerie enough to make me shiver.

Strangling my fear, I turn back to finish checking on my equipment. Bond is also getting a new toy from Q.

“Bond. Your watch.” The Quartermaster reveals a watch similar to what I saw in the lab. “Contains an unlimited radius, electromagnetic pulse.”

Bond studies the new gadget as Q straps it on. “How strong is it?”

“It’s… fairly strong.”

“‘Fairly strong?’” Bond grunts. “What’s that supposed-?”

“I haven’t had the chance to test it. Just be careful. Oh, one more thing.” Q pulls out a set of syringes. “One shot, for your vitals. Bond, would you be up for a shot after work?”

This is genius! If there’s one way to distract Bond it’s to either talk about women or alcohol.

“Well I haven’t had a drink for 3 or 4- ouch! Hours.”

Nomi chuckles and is given her own shot. “Wow. Doesn’t sound like you. Ow!”

When Q turns to give a shot he already knows my answer. “You know I don’t approve of that.”

He nods and sets it down. “You brought the necklace tracker?”

I fish the chain out of my pocket, the blue pendant gleaming in the dim light. “For old times’ sake. Help me put it on?”

Q doesn’t hesitate and gently clasps it around my neck. “It’s dated tech. Still looks lovely on you, though. Is that too tight?”

“Perfect. I always admire how you use your hands, Quartermaster.”

Behind me I hear him sigh and even though I can’t see him I know he’s smirking. “It’s what makes me good at my job. But if you make it back alive I might put them to much better use.”

My own breath catches and I have to keep from spinning around to kiss him. “Careful, Quartermaster. I’m on the clock. We have a planet to save from a global pandemic.”

He pats my shoulder as a platonic gesture to show understanding. “You’ll do brilliant, 0011. Good luck.”

“I’m not looking forward to it. I’m terrified of going underwater.” It’s the first time I’ve admitted the silly fear but Q doesn’t tease me.

“Guess we’re both facing our fears today.” He reaches out and gives my hand a quick squeeze. I look up and see he’s got the same fear in his eyes as I do. “Please come back safely.”

“I always try to, Quartermaster.”

He looks back at where Bond and Nomi are reviewing the blueprints of the island, then quickly pulls me in and whispers: “I love you.”

I blink in surprise. We hardly use the ‘l’ word, considering that each of us are not ones for mushy romantic talk. But we’re both thinking the same thing: this could be goodbye.

“I… love you too.”

Q tilts his head. “Sounds odd, doesn’t it?”

“Not as odd as I thought.”

“Ready, 0011?” Nomi calls from the sub.

I thought I’d be ready. This is going too fast. Out of all the missions I’ve gone through this one’s tripping my senses up the most. Something feels off, like something’s going to go wrong.

“Don’t think too hard.” Q must notice my concern. “You have your earpiece, I’ll be in your ear the whole time. After all this is over it’ll be you and me taking some well-deserved time off. I love you so much. Please be careful.”

I bite my tongue to help silence the aching intuition and sit down in the seat behind Nomi.

“Have you ever flown one of these things before?” Bond asks.

Nomi shakes her head. “Nope.”

I stifle a nervous laugh. “Lovely.”

The hatch closes and the only thing I can see through the glass is Q waving goodbye. I feel a shift forward and all of a sudden we’re pulled backwards out of the plane and plummet through the air. Unlike Q I enjoy this. The feeling of flying is good to let me relax. It lets my mind float away.

“Don’t forget to release the chute,” Q’s voice comes from the earpiece. “Gravity isn’t always your friend.”

Out the window I spot the island. “There it is.”

“Look for a concrete structure on the west side of the island. That’s your best bet for getting in.”

We touch down on the water’s surface and I squeeze my eyes shut as the plane begins to float towards the surface. Deep breath. Thankfully Nomi’s competent driving is quick to drive us over to one of the island’s docking chambers.

“Coming up for air, Q.”

“Good. You should be entering a World War II sub pen. Not much activity but still remain alert.” The pen itself is abandoned and nearly falling apart. Nomi drives the sub to a corner dock and we climb out. After a few more seconds I hear confirmation that Q’s gained access to the database. 

“You’re on the edge of a toxic merry-go-round. The main activity should be towards the hub just above you.”

We ready our weapons and carefully sulk down a dark, half-flooded tunnel. There’s too much echoing to focus on one target. We’d better get through this quickly.

Q’s voice starts to go static. “Bond, there’s something big up ahead. I think- it- ah-” His voice drowns out completely.

Bond checks his earpiece and sighs. “We’ve lost him.”

“These walls must be thick.” Nomi pats the concrete.

We get to the end of the tunnel and get a look into a giant room with water flowing beneath a single catwalk. On the side of the room there’s another structure that appears to be a lab.

“Quickly. Across the catwalk.”

I bring up the rear and we sneak further into the room. Now we see the original design.

“This was a missile silo.”

Down below there are people in hazmat suits. They seem to be prepping something in the water.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bond shoots the ceiling and the workers scatter like mice. One man in a lab coat rushes out of the lab with a perplexed look. This must be Obruchev. 

“On the ground! Now!” Bond barks.

I guess we’re abandoning the idea of a stealth mission. Nomi gives a quick kick to a very confused Obruchev, who starts whimpering on the floor.

“Down boy,” she taunts.

We watch Obruchev while Bond starts placing explosives around the lab.

“No. No! You can’t blow up my laboratory!” Obruchev whines. “This is suicide mission! You will never leave this island alive.”

That’s what this job is all about.

“Look.” Nomi points to the multiple vials set up at the tables. “He’s mass producing it. It’s a simulation. He’s-”

“He’s going to kill millions,” Bond finishes.

Obruchev gets a crazed look in his eye. “You cannot stop it.”

Nomi rolls her eyes. “He’s really getting on my nerves.”

Bond doesn’t miss a beat. “Shut him up.”

Nomi takes the privilege to butt the gun to Obruchev’s nose. That does the trick.

“We have to destroy this whole facility,” Bond decides and tosses more explosives at me. “Get to work.”

“Mr. Bond, you have something of mine.” Saffron’s voice drones from overhead. “And I have something of yours. Maybe we can talk about it?”

Dr. Swann. Of course he’ll use her as bait. His plan works out because Bond now has the look of murder in his eyes. He reloads his gun and pulls Nomi over.

“If I don’t come back, blow it all to shit.”

“You don’t have enough explosives for that.”

He grins and starts walking across the catwalk. “Yeah but they don’t know that.” He turns back and waves for me to follow. “Cover me.”

I don’t hesitate. “On it, boss.”

“I’m not your-”

“Save me the lecture, Bond. Just go!”

We head through another tunnel and up a dark flight of stairs leading to- Oh my God. 

In front of us sits a dark-haired man with a scarred face and sinister eyes. Saffron. He’s clutching a small child who I assume is Dr. Swann’s daughter. Her innocent face tries to be strong but I can tell she’s scared.

“Welcome. On the floor. Please, sit.”

At Saffron’s request Bond lowers his gun and strips off his vest, which I copy. The whole time I keep eye contact with the girl and try to comfort her.

“It’ll be alright. I promise it’s going to be alright.”

Saffron chuckles. “You must be 0011. Bind her, and plug her ears. She may not listen, but I want her to see when I kill her mentor.” 

Immediately an armed guard comes up and ropes my hands behind my back, as well as stuffing cotton in my ears. He must be joking, right? Bond wouldn’t fall for something like this. And yet… I still see a hint of fear in his eyes as Saffron begins to rant about whatever scheme he’s cooked up. Whatever it is it can’t be good if Heracles is the star of it. As the conversation continues Saffron grips the child closer and Bond holds up a hand to surrender, then kneels down in defeat. Classic bluff. Suddenly Bond pulls out a hidden pistol from his chest pocket and shoots the guards just as Safin and the girl disappear underneath the floor.

“Damn it!” Bond hisses and tries to examine the floor. “Levie, go find Dr. Swann. I’m going to look for them.”

“Yes, sir.”

I grab my weapons belt and strap my vest back on as I make my way down another set of stairs. Surely they’d be keeping Dr. Swann close by as leverage in case things went south. The question is which room is it? Oh!

A quick glance of blonde hair catches my attention towards a door up ahead. I sprint to it and knock gently, hoping not to alarm her. Slowly the door cracks open to reveal Dr. Swann holding a lead pipe, ready to strike. She must have gotten free.

“Dr. Swann! Remember me? I’m a friend of Bond’s.”

Her eyes scan my face for any threat and soften in recognition. “Yes, I remember. What’s going on? Did you find my daughter?”

“Bond’s looking for her. He was just-”

“Her and Saffron dropped down to a lower level,” Bond pants as he jogs up.

“I swear we’ll find her,” I try to assure the worried doctor.

Bond keeps running down the hall and we hurry to catch up. “There has to be a another stairwell-”

“Momma? Momma?”

Is it really…? Sure enough, the little girl pops out from under a table. Clever girl. Dr. Swann rushes over and holds her close. 

“We need to get you two out of here,” Bond says with little emotion, though there’s no denying his look of relief to see the girl safe.

“Ah. Just in time.”

Nomi struts in from another hallway holding her gun in triumph. Dr. Swann seems confused by the large rescue party but relaxes when Nomi puts her gun down.

Bond gestures to the girl. “Nomi, Matilda. Matilda, Nomi.”

Nomi nods in greeting. “Hello.”

Now he points to me. “Matilda, this is Levie.”

I kneel down and offer a hand to the timid child, which she shakes softly. “Hello, Matilda. You’ve been very brave today.”

Sadly the moment does not last long.

“We need to get out of here now,” Bond says to Dr. Swann. “We’ve rigged the lab to explode to destroy Heracles for good. We’ll get you two to the boat and hopefully get a signal to contact Q.”

Q. I almost forgot. For all he knows we’re all shot dead. Bond’s right- we need to get out of here.

[slytherinqueenrose]

Total bastard |Percy Hynes White|

Pairings: Percy Hynes White x Polish!F!Reader

Warnings: bit of cursing, stereotypes about cars, mentions of Harry Potter, let me know if I missed something. It’s shitty by the way.

Additionally: Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - your last name, Y/F/N - your friend’s name, Y/C/B - Your car brand/car of your choosing

A/N: Hello! That’s my third writing here on Tumblr and I must apologise for the grammar! I’m Polish so English is not my first language and don’t feel too comfortable using it. I’d be very grateful for any feedback about it because I truly don’t know if it’s even comfortable for you to read 😩

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You may be wondering how does working on Wednesday set look like and the only word that comes to my mind and describes it perfectly is MAGICAL.

That was my first - let me call it - serious job. I took part in few other productions as an intern mostly and I played a background character only once before getting the role of Wednesday’s cousin. Coming back to the topic - even though I have some experience in films and I know exactly how everything looks behind the scenes, the set of Wednesday was something totally different and new.

Maybe it’s because most of the cast was young and not too popular (not counting Jenna and some other actors of course). That was the first place where I felt like I belong there.

But I also met somebody who desperately tried to break my heart or so I understood it.

Let’s start with a quick introduction. My name is Y/N, I was born in 2000, in Poland which makes me different from my movie character all the way. I was kind of stressed about joining the cast mostly fearing that I won’t be accepted. I mean, they all have became really good friends and what if I they treat me as an intruder ?

The trip to Romania was excellent even though some turbulences happened during my flight. Firstly I was wondering about driving a car (which would take about 12 hours but I thought of taking some stops in Slovakia and Hungary). I love travelling to new places but I decided that buying flight tickets and rent a car while in Romania definitely will be a better option. I needed some way of transport and I truly hated the public communication.

I did as I said, I rented a car and was heading straight to the hotel. The atmosphere of Romanian forests was just wonderful. So mysterious yet so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of looking at the surroundings and I took few stops on the way to take pictures of as many views as I could.

After an hour or maybe a little bit longer I finally arrived at the hotel. It was just a simple building, not too pretty nor ugly. Cozy actually. It’s totally fine though. I don’t feel too comfortable in luxury places.

“Shitty drivers.” I muttered while trying to park my car on a parking lot. I have to mention that I’m a pain in the arse if it comes to driving. I always stick to the rules and rarely try to break any which often makes other people go insane. I remember my very first time in the US. I rented a car with my friend and she was laughing her arse off almost every time I drove. The only text a remembered after coming back home was “we’re driving with a very sick Jaguar. Almost dead”. And to make it even funnier, I have been overtaken by a bicycle.

Minute of silence, please.

But coming back to my thoughts.

After seeing this one black BMW parked totally wrong, I got a clever idea. What to do to piss off its driver? I parked my car correctly so there was no option for whoever owned that black car, to get inside. Sorry not sorry. I left the car and took my luggage and just when I was heading to the building, someone called after me.

“What do you think you doing? I can’t get into my car, you daughter of the devil!”

I quickly turned around to see a young man opening the black vehicle with his automatic pilot.

“Fly then.” I said with a grin.

“May you move your shitty Y/C/B so I can leave the parking lot?” He added visibility furious.

“Shitty Y/C/B you say. Well, does your BMW have working indicators or they are to cause a huge explosion if you use them?” I asked and raised my brows at him.

Before you’ll start hating me for this I must explain something. Polish people truly hate BMW drivers. It’s not like we don’t buy those cars - we actually do and they are very popular. However seeing a BMW using indicators is something worth celebrating. Does not happen too often, tho. If you happen to see a BMW with working blinkers, you can be sure it’s police driving it.

I didn’t even wait for his response, expecting it to be rude, and just turned around again and that’s when I noticed a certain boy that was portraying Ajax in the show. He was laughing his arse off while leaning against the hotel entrance.

“Well done, whoever you are. Jake is a total shit and makes everyone go crazy with his behaviour.” He said while extending his hand to me which I gladly accepted. “Georgie Farmer, Ajax Petropolus, call me whatever you want.”

“Nice to meet you, Georgie. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to portray Wednesday’s cousin, Verity.” I replied with a smile.

“You have a funny accent. You’re not American for sure, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to offend you, of course.” He added.

“Don’t worry about that. English is not my first language so I’m not a mistress of speaking it. The truth is I usually fail doing so.“

„Stop saying so. You speak very well. I like the Brit or Australian sounding. But what’s your nationality then?”

“I come from Poland. Not too far away from here actually which I’m pretty glad about. At least my flight wasn’t tiring.”

“Woah, is that the country which is famous from pierogis?” He gasped visibly amazed and just when I nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him inside the hotel. I started giggling like crazy. I was totally over the moon because someone seemed to like me and that felt incredible.

“So I suppose you’re pretty stressed now before meeting the rest of the cast but there’s no need to worry. We are all very friendly and really excited to meet new cast members. Some of us are also pretty insane like Percy for example or Oliver but I’m sure that you’re gonna feel comfortable around them.” He said with a pure excitement, opening one of the doors for me. ”I believe that Emma dreams about giving newbies a hotel tour just like Enid would but what about me being your guide today? She’s rambling too much while showing people around.” He said. Well, isn’t it like he was rambling too?

“As long as you keep smiling and being all excited.” I replied winking at him.

And honestly that was the best beginning of a new friendship in my whole life. We spent around an hour running around the building while he was trying to show me everything. And I mean totally EVERYTHING. He even showed me a secret underground room where he, Percy and Oliver meet from time to time to gossip about what had happened during their day. Boys.

“And so this is the last room of ours. We call it a freak day room because we spend most of our free period here. A lot is happening here everyday so don’t be scared seeing whatever is going on there right now.” He said less enthusiastically.

“I’m prepared to see the worst.” I replied giving him a reassuring nod. I could already hear laughter coming from there and I felt sick from fear. I’ve never used to be too confident, not even mentioning popular. I was just a plain, grey, unknown and the least liked person in my school years. I’ve never had real friends. All of my “friendships” usually come to an end after few months.

“Guys, guys, guys, attention please.” Georgie spoke while entering the room. All the laughter stoped and everyone looked at him at once. “Percy, may you please stop this ungodly singing?” He added. “So I want to introduce a new person to all of you and-“

“You met someone new and didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I’m sorry, Emma but I needed to give her a quick tour and talk a little bit. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Y/N, Polish miracle with a funny accent.” Georgie chuckled pulling me into the room. I almost fell noticing all those glances.

“Hiya, nice to meet you!”

Let’s say that the very first day with the whole cast was just amazing. Everyone had a lot of questions, some simple, some weirder. We had a lot to discuss and considering the fact that the boys opened a champagne and then another and another, it resulted in a killer headache on the next day.

But it doesn’t matter.

Percy does.

Since the very first time we laid our eyes on each other, there was a sort of a weird tension between us. I felt pretty shy for no reason and he seemed to judge me. Or so I understood because I usually think that people are gossiping about me which never happens actually.

The thing is that he was acting different in my presence. For example this one time when he was listening to music and singing in a tent, he stopped immediately after I joined him and few other cast members. His face expression made me feel sorry for interrupting their fun time however was it my fault that I was just being curious about what was going on in there? Oh, ok. I’m a bit nosy but IT WAS OUR TENT and I had a full right to go in there.

The second time I felt bad was the Halloween day. Emma and I were simply preparing our costumes in our “freak day room��� when Percy came. He just leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest and was looking at what the both of us were doing. Then, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Well, don’t get me wrong but wouldn’t it be just enough if you would have gone to the festival right after waking up? You know, all sleepy and messy.” He said with his characteristic grin. What was that supposed to mean?

“I was thinking about that actually.” I replied a bit upset forcing a small smile. Yeah.. He basically thought I was ugly. I can’t say I wasn’t though. At the age of 23 I had a lot of insecurities which may seem to be odd for many people.

“What are you planning to wear, Percy?” Emma asked.

“A beautiful smile and my fave hat. Enough to make all ladies gasp.” He chuckled and then left.

“He’s unbearable.”

That definitely was true. The way he laughed at me made me go insane every time. When I couldn’t hold the arrow properly, there he was, laughing his arse off. Same after all my bloopers. We also had a pretty heated argument scene one day and he couldn’t hold his laughter. I didn’t know what was going on. Was I truly this bad at acting? Not even mentioning the way he used to mock my accent and made me feel sorry that it was more British than American. Well, it’s not my fault! Polish schools ONLY teach British vocabulary and accent. It’s more familiar to all of us and additionally I used to grow up only having British or Irish idols. Who doesn’t remember One Direction for example? I was a number one fan and honestly I wouldn’t make it with my English without them. Before I met Percy I thought that the way I spoke didn’t matter but it clearly did. I truly started to have enough.

I can’t not mention the fact of being a Potterhead which was for some reason too funny for him. He used to walk around pointing at me with his fingers and go with “expelliarmus” or “abra cadabra” which wasn’t even a Harry Potter spell (and he knew that but wanted to see me explaining it to him and getting embarrassed). At this point I was truly frustrated.

“I’m so glad I have a bit more free time today. I was thinking about visiting the nearby shopping centre. What about you, Joy?” I said while eating lunch. That was the first day after a month of shooting when I was needless on the set. The most of my scenes have been recorded already and now it was only Jenna and her serie family time.

“I was there loads of times and I never get bored of going there. I will for sure keep you a company. I need to buy some stuff especially after Georgie ate almost all of my candy!” She laughed with pure happiness on her beautiful face.

“What are we doing today ladies?” Percy asked, putting his hands on Joy’s shoulders.

“We plan on escaping and doing some illegal stuff. Wanna join?” She replied with a smirk knowing just well that he definitely would accompany us if it really meant something illegal. He was overly confident and usually into rebelling.

“Does it mean few hours of shopping in cosmetic stuff which I ain’t understand? Then thanks.”

“We’re definitely planning on robbing a jewellery shop.” I said winking at him.

“Would be such a reward to have some new shiny necklaces, wouldn’t it? I bet it could ease your embarrassment after yesterdays fails on set. I really think you’re shitty sometimes.” He chuckled and made my heart shatter.

“Yeah. You’re right. So what about leaving soon, Joy? I think I’ll go to take my phone and car keys now.” I added not looking at him.

“I need to take a shower before we leave. Give me at least an hour, is that fine?” She asked smiling friendly.

“Sure. Take your time.”

As I said I went to my room and just sat there, looking at the wall. I’m shitty. That’s what he thought. How cool is that?

But no. It wasn’t what made me sob. Just not yet. The real reason of my future tears was much worse.

About a week later, just few days before Christmas, we all decided to have a lovely, friendly free period after work without caring about the job, without rehearsing, basically it was supposed to be just a chill out. Eating, doing nothing, maybe dancing a little, you know just a normal evening with friends. I was heading straight to our day room when I heard something what broke my heart into millions of pieces.

“What about you and your screen lover, artist?” Georgie laughed. Gossiping about me then. Fine. I just stood there behind the door to hear more and that was a mistake I wouldn’t make twice if I could turn back time.

“Y/N is… well, let’s say that I really couldn’t get more fantastic partner.” Percy scoffed, purest sarcasm in his voice. “I thought they’re going to hire a hot Latino chick for this role but then she came and I’m… huh. Can’t get over this. It’s a simple misunderstanding. You see, someone like her and someone like me. Not to mention that she’s one or two years above, isn’t she? Like a mama.”

“Oh yeah, I can totally agree, mate.” Olivier replied chuckling.

With that I didn’t even bother to listen to them anymore. I headed back to my room where I decided to call my bestie via FaceTime to let all of my negative emotions out. I sobbed hard for another half an hour and she was just there, looking at me and simply not talking. She was wonderful. She had no idea what happened but was waiting until my cries died, giving me some time before finally listening to the story and starting comforting me.

„Naprawdę nie wiem, co takiego mu zrobiłam.” („I literally have no clue what I’ve done to him to deserve it.”) I said, wiping the tears out of my face.

„Moje biedactwo. A przedstawiają go jako aniołka. Posłuchaj, siostra. Może i traktuje cię w taki a nie inny sposób, ale czemu to ma dla ciebie takie znaczenie?”

(„Poor little thing. Can’t believe he’s portrayed as such an angelic person. Listen to me, sis. He may be treating you like this but why does it actually matter to you?”) Y/F/N replied but just after that we heard my door being opened. I didn’t turn myself in the sound’s direction because I could clearly see in my phone screen who entered my room.

Percy himself.

But what the fuck did he want? I decided to stay unbothered and show no emotions at all. At last I didn’t want him to know that I was eavesdropping. Happily he does not know my mother language so it wasn’t too difficult to continue my conversation without his suspiciousness.

“Wiesz… Podłapałam małego crusha na tym dzieciaku. Nie wiem czemu. Zazwyczaj zachowuje się jakby się naćpał, ale jest dość uroczy i…”

(„You know… I might have fallen for him a bit. I know it’s ridiculous but he’s usually acting high like shit but he’s cute at the same time…”) I replied and saw a clear disbelief in my bestie’s face expression.

“On ci rujnuje samopoczucie z dnia na dzień coraz mocniej, a ty się w nim zakochujesz. Powinnaś się przebadać.”

(„Can’t believe it. He’s making your self confidence fall more and more everyday and you’re just casually falling in love. You should go and see the doctor real quick.”) She added visibly angry.

As we continued discussing this and that, I felt a movement on my bed. Percy sat cross legged behind me with a faint smile on his face which made me truly uncomfortable.

“Jak on w ogóle może tak o, wparować do twojego pokoju i gościć się w nim jak u siebie? Zwłaszcza po tym co powiedział.”

(„It’s so bold that he’s able just come to your room like nothing happened and simply feel like he’s being at his own place. Especially after what he said.”) Y/F/N said looking him straight in the eye. “Wydaje mi się, czy zaraz rzuci na mnie klątwę? Może Avada Kedavra?” (“Is he trying to hex me right now? Or maybe he’s planning on using Avada Kedavra?”)

„Możemy zmienić temat?”

(“May we stop talking about him?”) I asked with a forced smile.

But then I felt a very delicate tapping on my shoulder so I finally turned around to face Percy.

“You didn’t join us. Something’s wrong?

Yes, Percy. Yes. You happened.

“Powiedz mu co o nim myślisz i daj znać jak poszło.”

(“Tell him what you think about him and let me know how it went.”) My bestie added before ending the call.

“I don’t feel too well today so I just decided to stay here and spend some time alone.”

“Come on, sweet things, I know you’re lying.”

What did you call me?

“No idea what you’re talking about. I have a right to feel bad”.

“Something is clearly bothering you”.

How come that he was able to read my mind?

“Well maybe you wouldn’t need to worry about such a shitty thing if I was a hot Latino chick.” I retorted not daring to look him in the eyes. It took him off guard immediately.

“Wait, what?” He asked confused and then his face dropped. “Y/N, have you heard what I said down there in our day room?”

“Obviously. Look, I’m sorry that I got the role and you have to look at my Polish shitty face. I wish I looked different but I can’t. Also sorry for being shitty on set. And additionally I’m sorry for talking the way I do and I’m extremely sorry for liking what I like. I-“ I was cut.

“It’s a misunderstanding, sweet things. Let me explain, please.” He pleaded taking my hand into his and I just nodded. “I didn’t mean anything bad by saying all that stuff earlier. It might have sounded bad or so but I am very happy to have an honour of working with you. What I said about your acting was just a way to tease you. I like when you get flustered. I’m not laughing at the way you sound. I find it extremely attractive. I have a weakness for girls speaking languages and changing accents. Harry Potter is absolutely fine and I like it too. I mean, I like it a lot and even have a Dark Wand somewhere at my house. And what I said today… Sweet things, it was all positive. You see, I truly couldn’t get any better person to portray my lover. You’re just perfect doing your job. I also didn’t mean anything - I swear - anything bad talking about you and I feel like I wouldn’t be enough for you. So that’s why I told that someone like me couldn’t be with someone like you. You’re just much more mesmerising and too good to ever be mine. I’m so sorry about making you feel bad all this time.” He added with a pure sadness in his eyes.

This time I was taken aback.

“Wait, does it mean that-“

“I like you and truly wish we could start all over again. If you want of course. I get it if you don’t feel like being with someone younger.”

“You know that the age doesn’t really matter?”

“So is that a yes?”

“It doesn’t hurt to try though. But don’t you dare calling me “mama”. Like ever again.”

“Of course not. Never.”

Yeah, he was absolutely going to call me that. Seeing his little grin made me realise he’s not the one to trust at all.

To: Bestie 😈

Percy and I got together.

That might piss her off.

From: Bestie 😈

HAVE YOU GONE NUTS!

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A/N: I really am going to shit myself not knowing your opinion 🥲.

[c0mbatchameleon]

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journal entry so ignore if u feel so inclined. it’s for me it’s for the records the files the digital footprint that simply won’t quit

ok I can’t stop listening to these songs and I think they will forever be entangled with the sounds and smells and introspections I found in rome and the south of Italy after ummm let’s just say losing my mind a little bit in prior destinations

this but specifically ‘wind doesn’t blow baby just cuz I want it to’ ! hell yeah it doesn’t!

this but in rome on the bus when I once again was reminded tjat my 15 yr old self is still warm and alive and kicking and thrashing somewhere beneath my ribs and that’s ok and if I just reach inside myself I can hold her hand sometimes.

this just this. just this.

picked up giovanni’s room after resding 30 pages and forgetting abt it forever ago and I think I just wasn’t ready for it then the writing has my jaw on the floor it’s visceral I’m in tears. but I’m also just a slut for a character so deeply drenched in shame that he’s sagging with it, bleeding it out onto everyone around him. like yasss keep hating urself it’s so devastating to witness I want more of it. u are so in love and it is the worst thing that has ever happened to u and u can’t look at urself because of it. yeesh!

I think traveling has made me appreciate art MORE and myself LESS. but that’s ok I had a big head to begin with—she needed to be knocked down a few pegs I FEAR

i also think what I like abt religious art is the way the divine are depicted as human and what that says about worship. if I were an artist I bet the sculpture I made to honor Venus would look a lot like a woman I loved or maybe even myself and alsoooo I bet I’d devote my whole life to doing it justice, conveying its beauty and divinity in the name of my belief too. i like the way that something centuries, even millennia old still conveys a devotion so vivid and tangible, undying and unweathered despite the physical decay, that i can’t help but be compelled to honor the subject too. I can’t help but think— well this must be worth worshipping.

oh I also like the Roman sculptures cuz sometimes they have my nose and I am full of myself. also they look so human I wanna reach out and touch them and isn’t that worship too and isn’t that what we’re meant to feel is that the whole point? and has worship and love always looked like this then? felt like this? or is the melatonin just kicking in?,

anyways I’m ready to go home I have big plans to eat chipotle somewhere near the airport when we land in a few days and then go home and sleep and sleep some more and shower and take an edible and sleep some more and take a bath and sleep and think abt that fictional character and spin them around in my mind with my eyes closed for 12 hrs straight. ok gn chat

[tinyinvadr]

Next chapter’s here!

Psychoborrower

Chapter 8

I was really starting to hate this town.

We couldn’t simply just walk to the book depository. No, we had to travel through the sewers. And wouldn’t you know, it was heavily guarded by “sewer workers” who wouldn’t let us pass without a toilet plunger.

But of course, we couldn’t just go buy a plunger at a store or something. No, we had to steal one from the post office. But first we had to learn the access code to get inside, then use Clairvoyance on the security cameras just to see where we were even going because it was pitch black inside the storage room.

“I’m getting really fed up with this, Raz. It feels like we’re running around in circles and we aren’t any closer to finding the Milkman. And what if he doesn’t even have the key? People are in danger, this is a waste of time.”

“I agree. But we have to at least try. I don’t know how else we’re supposed to get into the asylum.”

Well, I could probably get past the gate, at least. I was small enough to fit through the bars. But I wasn’t about to go in there without Raz.

When we left the post office, something strange, even by the standards of Boyd’s mental world, happened. The ground started to shake as if an earthquake was happening. Then, it cracked open beneath us, and out popped a dragon-like creature that pulled us under.

We fell into a fiery cavern, where the creature was staring us down with glowing yellow eyes. It had to be a Nightmare.

Everyone has experience with these things, but it’s rare to see one in its base form. Usually, when you see a Nightmare, it has already taken the shape of one of your fears. If you’re lucky enough to see it before you become a victim, there’s one important thing to remember:

“Don’t look it in the eyes!”

Raz blasted at it, dodging its attacks as best he could. I figured this would be a good opportunity to get myself into fighting shape, so I leapt off his shoulder and shifted to human form.

With both of us shooting from opposite sides, the monster was no match for us, and it collapsed and split open, releasing a bunch of Personal Demons.

“We got it! Yes!”

“Don’t celebrate yet. These things heal fast. You’ve gotta blow ‘em up.”

I grabbed a demon with Telekinesis and tossed it into the Nightmare’s open wound, causing the creature to turn to stone. From there, we could take it out with just a punch.

We were able to return to the surface after killing the Nightmare. The ground had sealed back up as if nothing happened.

“Wow… that was weird. Have you fought one of those before?” Raz asked.

“No… but I’m no stranger to Nightmares. I just did what Sasha and Milla taught me to do in case I ever faced one head-on. Usually, by the time I realize what’s happening, it’s already too late…”

He smiled. “Hey, well, you did good back there. I bet they’ll be proud of you.”

“Yeah… but we can’t let our guards down. If you see one, chances are there are more nearby.”

I shrank back down to avoid being detected by the sewer workers as we made our way through the sewers. Sure enough, on the other side was the book depository.

Just like Boyd said, a bunch of assassins were stationed outside the building, and someone was inside, shooting at them from the window.

Raz pulled out his fake rifle, and we approached the building. He used his shield to deflect the bullets, and we managed to get into the depository.

To our surprise, the person behind the shootings was a Rainbow Squirt.

“I’ll never tell you where the Milkman is!”

She jumped out the window and blew herself and the assassins up using her apparently explosive box of cookies.

“Geez, good thing we didn’t buy those, huh, Flint?”

“I still want cookies.”

It was then that we noticed a helicopter helmet drop out of a helicopter passing over us. Through Clairvoyance, we could see as the pilot patrolled the town, and then, we spotted it: the coffin of the Milkman.

We’d have to get past the phone line repairmen, so we took a phone and headed out.

And… just as I feared, we encountered another Nightmare.

I fell off Raz’s shoulder when we were pulled underground, and the monster took that opportunity to snatch me up with one of its many arms. I kept my eyes shut tight, refusing to let it see into my mind.

Unfortunately, Nightmares are cunning creatures that are prepared for even the most stubborn of victims. It exhaled, letting out a hot breath in my face that felt like I was burning. My eyes teared up, trying to fight back against the pain.

I could feel the tears overflowing. It got to be too much, and I opened my eyes involuntarily.

The Nightmare’s yellow eyes pierced into the depths of my mind, digging deeper and deeper until it found a fear of mine to entertain itself with. There were so many it could choose from, easily. Hell, the thing didn’t even have to mimic my trauma. It was scary enough in its default form.

But Nightmares don’t settle for basic scares. They like to hit you where it really hurts.

The cavern transformed into a garden. No, not just any garden. The one from my old home.

Mom had her back turned when the rabbit charged. She was so focused on gathering vegetables that she didn’t notice.

“MOM!! LOOK OUT!!”

It didn’t matter how loud I screamed. She wouldn’t turn around. The only way to save her was to use my powers, but I knew what would happen if I did.

I thought maybe if I tried a different approach she wouldn’t be as upset with me, so I grabbed the bunny with Telekinesis instead of shooting it.

That was what got her to turn around.

“Flint, what are you doing?!”

“Mom, you have to run! I can’t hold it much longer!”

“Stop that at once, you know how dangerous those powers are!”

“Please, just let me-”

I lost my grip on the bunny, and it ran straight for her.

What I saw after that… I can’t even begin to describe.

I watched as the animal that tormented my mind finally got what it wanted. It killed her so brutally, and I couldn’t stop it. All I could do was break down and cry.

“Flint? Hey, buddy, it’s over.”

Raz’s voice was barely audible to me. When I opened my eyes again, I could clearly see that the Nightmare was gone, but it didn’t feel over. It was like my mind kept replaying that horrible vision over and over.

He crouched down, trying to get on my level. For a brief second, I could see him contemplate reaching out to pick me up, but he hesitated, seeing the state I was in and opting to avoid physical contact.

“Flint… Are you okay?”

I shook my head, wiping the remaining tears from my eyes as I slowly started to come back to reality. My vision adjusted to the light, and I realized we weren’t in the cavern anymore, but back up in the town.

“Hey… I don’t know what you saw back there, so I’m not sure what to say except… Well, I’ve heard talking helps. You know, after a Nightmare. Collect your thoughts and everything.”

I never thought I would do this, but right then and there, I told him everything. Before that point, I never spoke about what happened back then. Sasha and Milla tried to prompt me to talk about my past a few times, but I refused to open up. I didn’t want them to think less of me.

The more I talked, the better I felt. Raz didn’t judge me once. He just listened and let me recontextualize my thoughts and fears out loud.

“I just think… maybe my parents were right.”

“What? No, no, you said it yourself. You saved your mom’s life. You defeated Kochamara. Your powers are a good thing. I know it’s hard when it feels like the whole world is against you, but it’s just like I said before: Psychonauts stick together. We support each other. Learn from each other. I know I’ve been learning a lot from you.”

“You have?”

“Yeah. Heheh… I look up to you, little guy.”

Oh no, this had to be the setup for another stupid joke.

He picked me up and lifted me over his head.

“Well, now I do.” He waved at me with his other hand. “Hi up there!”

“You’re so dumb.”

“Aw, c’mon, you’re smiling!”

I sighed. Corny as he was, he was also admittedly endearing.

But there wasn’t much time left to waste. We had the Milkman’s location. We just had to get across the phone lines.

When we got to the other side, we saw a Rainbow Squirt go inside the house directly above the Milkman’s coffin.

Of course, she wasn’t about to let us in, so we had to turn invisible and sneak inside.

It turns out, this house was the headquarters for the creepy, identical-looking Rainbow Squirts and their Den Mother. Their mission? Protect the Milkman, and keep him hidden at all costs.

Outside, a bunch of cars pulled up, and the house was surrounded by the robotic townsfolk and an overwhelming amount of Censors.

Furious, the Den Mother ordered the girls to protect the house while she made her getaway into a secret door behind the ironing board. I’m not sure what her logic was, though. She led us right to the Milkman.

Right in the center of her underground lair was his coffin. And inside, we could see the truth.

“Wait, isn’t that just Boyd in a milkman outfit?”

The Den Mother dropped down in front of us.

“You have no idea what you’re messing with! Leave now or I’ll be forced to destroy you!”

Raz and I exchanged glances, smirking. I switched to my human projection, and we took our fighting stances. There was no way she’d stand a chance against both of us.

We seemed to be doing a good job, but of course, that prompted her to take extra defensive measures.

“I’ll pluck out your eyes!”

“Ha! You can’t! THAT is the purpose of the goggles!”

“You know she can just take them off, right?”

“Shh!”

Thankfully, she opted for turning the lights out instead. Which also worked out in our favor, since we could still track her location in the dark through the power of Clairvoyance. Soon enough, the Den Mother was history. There was only one thing left to do.

Only we didn’t have to do anything.

The Milkman awoke himself, and rose out of the coffin in an otherworldly fashion. His ethereal white glow was all I could see as he floated to the surface, chanting in a tone that was calm yet powerful.

“I am the Milkman. My milk is delicious.”

He faced the swarm of Censors, smiling as he pulled out a basket of milk.

No, not milk… Molotov cocktails.

“Special delivery today.”

What unfolded was pure, unbridled chaos. Never had I seen a man as powerful as this. And we unleashed him. This… This entity was destroying the very fabric of Boyd’s mind.

“What’s happening? What do we do?!” Raz asked.

Just before we were hit by an exploding bottle, I placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We take this to our graves, Raz.”

[valthevalkyrie]

The Philtre (4)

The Run. The Hunt. The Choosing. The Devotion. A series of events traditionally used to test skill, wits, honor, loyalty, virility, and survival. If you can’t catch your Omega, or any Omega for that matter, you were never worthy of them to begin with. Curtis has his eyes on the Omega who's been Unclaimed for the past seventeen years.

Pairing: alpha!Curtis x omega!reader (tall, mid 30s) Word Count: 3.6 k SeriesWarnings: NONCON/DUBCON, A/B/O, canon style violence, tall!reader, reader is 6', Curtis is 6'4", language, fighting, explicit smut, rough sex, hate sex, possessiveness, jealousy, probably incorrect descriptions of archery type things A/N: I'm so sorry this is nine months late!! i got stuck on a part and lost my muse. But good news (?) I was laid off last week and will have a couple months free to write more. Special thanks to @brunetteavenger for all your kind words on the last chapter, I'd look at them all the time to motivate myself. Hope you enjoy 💕

This is a (soft!dark/dark) fic, and contains the usual elements and themes in dark!fics. It is explicit in every sense of the word. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOUVE READ AND UNDERSTAND ALL WARNINGS.

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They trade shifts after four hours, the moon’s light making its way through the foliage, making the forest floor sparkle like reflections in the water. After what feels like 30 minutes she finds herself being woken up again by Yona.  “Wake up,” she whispers. “Someone is coming.”

“Handle them.”

“No,” Yona taps the center of her chest. “Something’s not right.”

She sighs. As tired as she is, she sits up and mentally prepares herself to fight again. Her best student was proving to be a not so great companion for a Run. She drugged herself and was now refusing to handle intruders even though she was more than capable. But she had to have faith in the girl’s Intuition as it was one of the strongest she’d ever encountered. “Make sure all the weapons are in the tent, then stay inside.”

Although her eyes itch from lack of sleep, she makes room for Yona who comes back in soon after, weapons in hand. When she goes to take the girl’s place outside, she’s pulled back. “No. Something’s not right. You must stay inside.”

With the help of the moon, she could see the young girl’s fear. She can’t help the confused furrow of her brow. Why would she need to hide? She understood Yona’s hesitation due to her lack of experience, but it made no sense for her to be hiding as well.      

“Can you sense how many there are?”

Yona just shakes her head.

Her mentor scratches at her ear and looks down, contemplating her choices. She was never one to cower away from anything, although she eventually nodded her head. With every pull of the zipper, less and less light made its way into the tent. When she zips the tent shut, the darkness is almost overwhelming. It didn’t take long for their eyes to adjust to the darkness and although there wasn’t much light coming in, they could make each other out. 

“Be sure to focus on your breathing and calm your heart. Let them think we’re sleeping.”

She hears a twig break in the distance as she finishes instructing Yona. The girls strain their ears, listening out for the intruder’s next move. They can’t smell them at this distance, so they’re not sure yet what their designation is. 

Things are quiet for a while and she can’t tell where the intruder has gone until she hears the shift of leaves on branches at what should be the entrance to their little clearing. If she weren’t so quiet right now, she’d have missed it. 

Whoever they are, they're light on their feet. She can’t hear them walking, but she can sense them getting closer. 

The feeling of being watched starts to set in. She knows they can’t see her, but eyes are on their tent all the same.

The closer they get, the more a bitter twang begins to settle in her nose. They must be an alpha. An arrogant alpha, because the more they approach the tent, the heavier their footsteps get. 

Either they think they’re too asleep to wake up to the sounds of their footsteps or they just don’t care at this point if the girls wake up. 

The footsteps slowly but surely circle the tent at a distance, and with every lap they get closer until they stop at the entrance to the tent. The older of the two slowly gets a grip on her hatchet as they wait with baited breath for the entrance to open. 

As they wait, the heat in the tent increases, no breeze to filter through as their temperatures rise. The girls are sweating, one shaking with fear and the other with fury. Yona twitches violently, a sign that her cramps are worsening. Her hand searches for her godmother’s and when she finds it, she squeezes it tight. The older woman can hear Yona begin to pant as the pain builds. In an effort to make sure no sound escapes the young girl, she redirects the hand holding hers to Yona’s mouth. Right as their fingers brush over her cheek, a clear whine escapes and everything stills.  

The intrusion to the tent never comes. Instead, the footsteps begin to circle the tent once again except they got further out. Over and over again the mystery alpha circles them, breathing harder every time. Farther and closer, farther and closer. Just when they think the intruder might have left, they start their pacing once again. Teasing them, surely knowing they’re awake at this point. 

On the latest rotation the footsteps stop once again at the mouth of the tent and the harsh breathing outside stops. Instead of opening it, the alpha presses their face against the fabric and takes in a deep breath, deep enough that the fabric makes an imprint of their nostrils. 

Enough bullshit, the older omega thinks and slams the handle of the hatchet into the nose of the intruding alpha. 

They cry out and she rushes to open the tent, Yona’s efforts to pull her back useless. When she makes it out she sees a familiar face, their scent hitting her at full force. 

“Franco.” There was a reason she couldn’t tell who it was, the old man’s usual scent was as bitter and rank as they come. “Why are you here?”

“The same reason any of us are here,” he gurgles through a broken nose. “To find a mate.”

While her godmother had a respectful reputation, Franco’s was anything but. He had a history of mates who died young, only two produced him heirs. One died young and the surviving one was no better than him. No one who had any self respect associated themselves with them. 

Until Wilford took over the clan. 

He gave Franco the Elder and Franco the Young positions of enforcement, giving them the freedom to harass who they liked with minimal repercussions. The power had gotten to their heads.

“If I remember correctly my last words to you were that if I were to see you again, I would kill you.”

“Your exact words were, ‘if you try to mate me again I will kill you’. I’m not here for you, you’ve aged out of your value.” His gaze settles behind her. “I’m here for her.”

She does nothing to hide her noise of disgust. “That’s not going to happen.”

“The code of honor dictates I be given a fair try.”

She turns to look at the girl who is sweating profusely and clutching her stomach. Yona was in no shape to fight. Franco was right, the code of honor gave him the right to a fair try, but she couldn’t risk the young girl’s life. If the fight didn’t kill her, a life with him would.

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh please,” she sneers. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried.”

“Let us not forget who left you that scar,” he indicates to the one on her eye, “in your prime.”

“I was seventeen.” She gave a dark laugh. “I was nowhere near my prime.” She considers him for a moment. “Leave now, and I give you my word that I will not kill you.”

“I would rather you give your word to let me have a go at the youngling.” He takes a step closer as he wipes at the blood coming out of his nose.

She sneers, “take one more step and-”

Yona calls her name. When she turns, she sees the girl in obvious pain but with a fire in her eyes. 

What her mentor doesn’t know is that Franco the Elder had been following her around their town, whispering profanities at her. Dark promises of how she would be his and all that he would do to her. 

It ends tonight.

Everything she had done until this point was in an effort to perform without the looming greatness of her godmother’s reputation. Regardless of her failure in that venture, she knew she had to do this for herself. Her intuition had made her aware of Franco’s lurking even when he wouldn’t approach her. 

“I’ll have a look at his offering.”

“Oh, I have no offering,” he sneered. “I prefer the combat method of The Choosing.”

With obvious effort, she straightens her posture and her hand leaves her abdomen. “Fine.”

“Yona, no.” Her godmother turns to her. “There is no need to prove your abilities. I know how capable you are.”

“This isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

There is obvious conflict in her face as she deliberates. She’s close to saying no and fighting Franco herself, when she sees the determination in Yona’s face. 

“Very well, then.” She turns to Franco. “You may have your chance.” 

Franco grins, his teeth red with blood.

“No weapons. You fight as equals.”

Franco makes a show of throwing down his only weapon, a hunting knife. Yona had no weapons on her to begin with.

She moves in front of her mentor, taking a deep breath to center herself. As she settles into a fighting stance, Franco’s grin widens. He follows her movements in an exaggerated manner.

“I can smell your cunt from here, little one.”

Yona says nothing, adjusting her stance.

“You’d best prepare yourself for a life with me.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t wait to feel your virgin cunt squeeze me tight.”

She pays him no mind and focuses on the task at hand and doing her best to push aside the pain. While she made a fool of herself the entire Run so far-ignoring common sense and years of training-she knew better than to make the first move. 

So she waited while filth spewed from his lips. The longer she waited and said nothing, the angrier he got. 

“You stupid little bitch. If you thought my other mates had it bad, just wait until I get my claim on you.” And he swung.

She ducked and jabbed at his face but he dodged the hit. She set out with another hit but he grabbed her hand, pulling her close while slapping her in the face. 

The hit was enough to make her lose her sense of direction for a moment and he took advantage and pulled her by her hair. He pulled her back to his front and took a deep breath of her hair. 

“I knew you wouldn’t put up much of a fight. I knew your dirty little cunt wanted me.” He inhaled her scent again and groaned. “You’re the sweetest one, yet.”

Yona took advantage of his distraction and slammed her elbow into his diaphragm, winding him. As soon as he let go she spun around and punched him in the face. Right hook. Left hook. Uppercut. 

She takes him by the shoulders and slams her knee into his abdomen and lets him fall to the ground, wheezing. 

Yona bends down. “You may be bigger but you’re old and slow. I reject your offering and deny you my devotion.”

As she turns to walk away, he grabs her foot and twists it while bringing her down to the ground with him. Yona’s chin hits the ground on her way down and the pain of the fall and her heat blinds her while Franco’s hands wrap around her neck. 

“I never yielded, you stupid fucking cunt.”

Yona’s hands scramble trying to catch his but he just squeezes harder, straddling her legs and pinning her down. 

Yona’s godmother watches on in horror, waiting for the girl to break free from Franco’s hold. But she doesn’t. As the seconds wear on and she sees Yona’s face start to turn blue, she knows she must throw out the code of honor if she wants to save the life of her ward.

She tightens her hold on her hatchet and rushes forward, slamming the handle into the side of his head. When he falls over, she adjusts her grip and swings down with as much force as she can, lodging the ax in his skull.

Dropping next to Yona, she moves to give the breath of life to the youngling. A few tense moments and frantic breaths later and Yona begins to cough. 

Her godmother sobs in relief and mutters a quick and thankful prayer to the Mother. 

About fifteen minutes later Yona is sat near the campfire with a blanket from her pack wrapped around her. The temperature had seemed to drop dramatically after her close call with death. Her heat had intensified, making her feel cold and the sweat on her body only made her feel colder. She was borderline delirious.

“How are you feeling?”

Yona whimpers as another cramp wracks through her body. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“Well, our heats have been provoked and you haven’t had many to begin with. They get easier to deal with over time.” She places a hand on Yona’s knee. “You did very well for your first Choosing fight.”

“Didn’t yield,” Yona groaned.

“That aside, you did very well. I’m proud of you.” She runs a hand over Yona’s sweaty hair, making her way to her back to give her a few soothing rubs. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

The older omega makes her way to the bags. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she double and triple checked them.

“Where’s all the food?” There’s no answer. “Yona. Did you eat all of the food?”

The girl’s whimper serves as her answer. 

She sighs. “For the love of the gods, Yona.” 

The only time she could’ve had to eat what was left of the food was during her short watch, her cravings a result of her heat. It could also have been the nerves. Gods know the girl had been wracked with them since the beginning. 

She pinched her nose, took a deep breath and looked back at the girl. “Alright. What’s done is done. We can only move forward. I will go hunting.”

“D’you wan’me to come?”

“Absolutely not. You can barely stand. You can barely talk. I need you to stay in camp.” As she gathered her weapons Yona doubled over again in pain. “Come. Sit here.” She helped Yona sit closer to the fire. “Did you bring your bow?” The girl shook her head. She sighs. “Here. Take mine.”

“How’ll you hunt?”

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to stay focused. Anyone comes in, you shoot first, ask questions later.” 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She grabs her pack and heads over to Franco’s body, struggling a bit to take the hatchet from his skull. Pinning his head down with her foot, she yanks it out. “Now, be sure to drink plenty of water while I’m gone, don’t leave the camp, and for the love of the gods do not fall asleep.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She nods and turns her back to the girl. Her chest is tight and her shoulders tense. She doesn’t like the idea of leaving the girl alone. Although she did a good enough job fighting off Franco the Elder, the fact that her ankle was most likely fractured and her heat was getting worse worried her. She could only pray to the Mother that Yona had enough strength to fight through the pain once more if anyone breached their camp. 

She can’t help but compare Yona’s first Choosing fight with her own during her first Philtre.

She’d turned down a few offerings for The Choosing by the time an alpha decided her first answer wouldn’t be enough. 

He was a belligerent old fool who had been tired of being alone for so long. He demanded she fight with him. And fight with him she did. Her anger got the best of her and she killed him before he had a chance to yield. 

She knew of the rumors of her stringing up alpha’s intestines like a garland and placing their heads on spikes. It was mostly true. It was not her promised who became her first kill, it was the old man. Her fury over her promised not coming for her as they had agreed had consumed her. In her mind, she was at war with any and all alphas who dared approach her with no respect in mind. 

Thank the gods Yona turned out so different to her. Sure, she was different enough that she made incredibly poor decisions in the heat of the moment, but she was different enough that she couldn’t see her turning out as bloodthirsty as she had become. 

As she makes her way through the wood, she goes surveying the ground, trying to find any kind of tracks. It’ll be a little harder to hunt without her bow and arrow, but she should be able to make some traps.

Disregarding the deer tracks she finds, she instead zeroes in on the rabbit tracks, moving slowly once she finds its burrow. Retrieving the necessary materials, she constructs a simple snare. Once that’s done, she settles down a ways away and waits and hopes it doesn’t take too much time. She doesn’t want to leave Yona alone for too long in her condition. 

After waiting for about ten minutes, she hears a rustling behind her. Turning her head, she catches a whiff of alpha. Rolling her eyes, she stays sitting, hoping they don’t notice her so she can have peace while waiting for her food.

It doesn’t work out in her favor. 

A breeze passes by and she shuts her eyes in frustration as she hears the footsteps stop once her scent reaches them. They slowly make their way to her and as they get closer, she can make out several pairs of footsteps. 

Eventually they make their way to her, surrounding the tree she’s sitting against. She pays them no mind, inspecting the dirt underneath her fingernails.

One of them calls out her name. 

She looks up and can’t help the smirk that twists her lips. “Franco the Younger.”

“How are you doing on this fine evening?”

“I’m doing just fine. Just waiting around.”

“For what,” a woman asks.

“For an alpha like one of us, obviously,” Franco answers. “I’m not sure if any of you are aware, but we are in the presence of the longest reigning Unclaimed in the clan.”

Sparks of interest erupt in the eyes of the other four alphas.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Frankie, but I’m planning to round out my Unclaimed years at an even eighteen. Possibly even twenty.”

“You just haven’t had someone like one of us to try for your hand.”

“I’ve rejected many types of alphas over the years. Your father being one of them.”

“Ah, but he was close,” Franco traced the shape of her scar over his own eye. 

“That’s fair,” she nods. “How about I make the same deal with you that I did with your father not too long ago. Leave now, and I give you my word that I will not kill you.”

Franco and his goons laugh. “There is no way my father took that deal.”

“You’re right,” she takes her pack off her lap and situates it next to her. “That’s why he’s dead.”

“Impossible,” he growls.

“You see this blood?” She lifts her hatchet. “It’s certainly not mine coating it.”

His lip curls in fury. “This bitch is mine.” 

Slowly rising to her full height, the others could not have done a worse job at hiding their shock when they all took a step back. Caked in the blood from earlier, covered by the darkness of the night, and six feet tall, she was sure she was quite the sight.

She places her ax in its holster at her thigh, making sure the blade is covered. Walking out into the light of the moon, she makes sure to bump shoulders with him as she walks past. “Let’s get this over with. I have places to be.”

Like father, like son, Franco the Younger pulls out a large hunting knife.

“I’m going to gut you like a fish,” he growls.

“I’d like to see you try.”

They circle each other for a beat before he lunges for her. She grabs his hand, throwing an elbow to his face and turning into his body before slamming an elbow to his gut.

Disarming him as he catches his breath, she turns and jams the knife into his neck. His eyes are wide as they look into hers, mouth gaping as he falls to his knees. She places her foot at his chest and kicks him back to pull the knife out of his neck. 

As he bleeds out onto the forest floor she turns to the others.

Everything stills for a moment.

An animal squeals in the distance.

The alphas rush at her and she slits the neck of the one closest to her. She spins out of the way of his falling body and uses that momentum to throw the knife into the chest of the next one. 

The third alpha tackles her to the ground. She throws a punch to her face and tries to push it back. The alpha tries to wrap her hands around the omega’s neck and they struggle a bit before the omega takes a deep breath and goes limp. This gave the woman on top an opening to choke her.

The alpha’s distraction gave the omega the chance to reach for the ax strapped to her thigh. With a practiced hand, she quickly unsheathed it and swung at the woman on top of her.

Blood spattered her face as the ax struck the alpha’s head. She quickly pushed her off before looking for the last alpha. 

He was laying face first on the ground with an ax in his back. 

As she rushed to her feet, a tall figure came out of the shadows.

Her eyes widened. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t caught the new scent in the air. “Curtis,” she breathes.

They stare at each other for a beat before he breaks the silence.

“Why’d you tell the kid I was dead?”

A/N: You have no idea how long I've been wanting to write that last part 😩 It was one of the first scenes that popped into my mind once I had the series idea fleshed out. Please, please, please tell me what you think, I'd love to know your reaction to that last bit lol

P.S. can anyone teach me how to make skinnier dividers that have a transparent background? mine never work no matter how hard i try lol

[bloodredx]

Day 26: Weapon

Lady Serena strode around her garden in slow, measured steps. Her eyes never crossed her peripheral, but Icarus could still feel her gaze piercing through him. She didn’t need to look at him for her displeasure and frustrations to be felt. “Try it again.” Her voice had no hint of emotion, holding only the firmness of her command.

He flexed his hand again, looking at the collection of clotting blood that had built up over his skin. Some still wet, dripped between his fingers and onto the stone path. “It’s not going to work. We’ve been at this all night, doctor. I’m starting to feel off-“

“We will finish when you have done it.” She turned towards him at once, emphasizing her statement with a clack of her heel. Her eyes scanned over him a moment, searching for some trait in which Icarus couldn’t begin to fathom. “Icarus, you are now a slave to your blood, but that doesn’t mean you have to be beholden to it all the time. Make it work for you.”

Once again, she held out her own hand, balling it into a fist and slicing open her palm with the force of her thumb nail. A trickle of blood pooled out, extending between her fingers, oozing slowly as she lowered her hand. The blood began to fall, but instead of dripping away like his blood had, hers glowed a deep crimson as it spread and slowly solidified. The column thinned slowly, billowing out into its ultimate shape, the complex and elegant rapier that was the Lady’s most prized possession. With a flash, the red coloration vanished, and a pure metal sword remained. One that would be indistinguishable from a weapon that had been traditionally crafted.

Icarus could tell she was doing this slowly, so that he could gauge each part of the action. But there was no doubt in his mind that she could bring the vicious blade forth in a fraction of a second. However, there was a disconnect within his own blood and that blade. She had warned him that this blood weapon that all vampires possessed would be different for him. There was a chance it could be a sword, but there was an equal chance it was a mace or an axe. It would be easier to know what to focus on if Icarus knew what his own sire used, for these things tend to run in the bloodlines of vampires. That information was long gone, so he would have to piece it together one his own.

“Again.” Serena barked suddenly. “Quit dawdling.” Her body coiled back as she moved into an “on guard” position.

“W-wait!” He threw up his hands in effort to slow her.

Mercy wasn’t present in her eyes. Faster than he could blink, she was on him; the razor’s edge of her blade barely grazing by his ear. Her icy voice directly in his ear began to freeze his muscles, solidifying every fear response that remained in his dead body. “You will find a time when you are against one less kind than myself. You will be able to defend yourself. I will not allow you to succumb to your own notion of internal meekness. Even if I must be drastic with you. Even if I must make you hate me to do it.”

“I-I-I-” Icarus bit his lip again, feeling his whole body quake. “I’m doing my best. I-I promise.”

Her hand flicked back, pulling the sword back to her side. The Lady’s eyes flicked up to the moon lighting the breadth of the courtyard, as if trying to decode a message hidden in its rocky surface. “So be it. We’re done.”

“Wh-“

She squeezed the handle of her sword, dispelling it back into the few drops of blood that formed it, and sprinkled them over the roots of a nearby rose bush. “This is pointless. Clean yourself up.”

Something inside him snapped, a growl grew in his throat and rose up and out between his teeth before he could catch it. “What do you mean pointless?” Fire burned in his veins as he rushed towards her, muscles releasing like a spring launching forward. “This was a waste? I’m a waste?” His teeth pierced into his own thumb, drawing forth the bitter, dead blood locked inside.

The Lady dodged easily, crossing her arms as she watched with the keenness of a wolf. His shouting continued, growing louder as his rage grew. “Do you mean to say I’m not good enough? That I can’t do anything right?” He aimed his hand back, and threw with all his might the blood that was clenched in is tightly balled fist.

There was a sharp, metallic sound as something crashed into the trellis behind her. The Lady, to her credit, didn’t move an inch during the volley. But once silence had blanketed them both, save for Icarus’s haggard breathing, the Lady simply reached up and grabbed the blade that had sunken into the wood nearest her left ear. A small, but exceedingly sharp throwing knife glinted in the moonlight, passing between her fingers and pressing it into his sticky palms. Her direct eye contact bled through him as she spoke no louder than a whisper. “No. You can do these things, Icarus. You need to be made aware that you can.” She squeezed his hand, her own pale skin stained by his blackened blood. “This is evidence enough.”

She slipped past him without another word, her heels clicking away on the stone pavers. Icarus tilted the knife under the moonlight, looking it over a moment gob smacked by what just happened. He squeezed the hilt tightly. Whispering to himself, he brought it over his heart solemnly. “I need to be better than this.”

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here.)

[warningsine]

In Alice Lowe’s directorial debut, a coal-black comedy about a mum-to-be-turned-serial slasher, one scene stands out for its blood-soaked intensity. At once anatomically frank and oddly Cronenberg-esque, it’s a prolonged close-up of a belly being slit open and a baby pulled from inside.

“People often ask me if it’s a real caesarean!” says Lowe, who was eight months pregnant on the shoot for Prevenge, gently rocking a pram back and forth. “I’m like, ‘No, I think I’d draw the line there!’ But I’d always envisaged the scene as this total close-up, where you don’t get the chance to look away. We flinch about pregnancy and go, ‘Ooh, we must protect women from this experience,’ but the film is saying why don’t we look at his stuff properly and not flinch away from it?”

Lowe, star of beloved cult comedies such as Sightseers and Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace, projected her own fears about pregnancy for the film, which sees her character, Ruth, avenge her husband’s death at the apparent whim of her unborn baby. “[I feel like] our generation has a fear of pregnancy,” she says, “because we’re so narcissistic ourselves that we’re like, ‘Someone else needs attention? Oh, that’s scary.’”

She also wanted, with her writing for Prevenge, to create a female antihero to rank with Walter White from Breaking Bad and Taxi Driver’s Travis Bickle. In Ruth, by turns vulnerable and unhinged, we get it. But what of the transgressive women that inspired the character? Lowe lifts the lid on some of her favourites.

Tina from Sightseers

“Tina and Ruth are like siblings, they’re related in a DNA way. Tina I see as a naif who comes to power, a latent psychopath whose powers emerge during the film. Some viewers see her as a feminist! She’s quite naive and selfish in the way that children can be, whereas Ruth is more of a grownup; the scales have fallen from her eyes and she feels like she sees the world for what it is, in this cynical light where everyone’s a monster. But all my characters are related because they’re all aspects of me. They’re like these weird, distant relatives that I feel could have been me in a parallel universe!”

Beverly Moss from Abigail’s Party

“People see Alison’s characters as sometimes monstrous, but I see a mirror. It feels so familiar! She’s such a warm, vivacious actor, and when you cast someone like that as a horrible character it makes it really watchable. I was quite conscious of that casting my film, with people like Tom Davis and Jo Hartley, who plays this annoying midwife character. I thought if I cast Jo no one will be able to hate her! It’s this thing of contrasts and tensions you’re trying to get with the audience where they’re being pushed and pulled one way or the other.”

Classical antiheroines

“I often think about classical female figures who would do bad things, like Medea, Antigone and Elektra. You could say that was a way of telling off citizens in ancient Greece, like ‘Don’t behave this way,’ but they’re also amazing works of art. And I often think, ‘Why don’t we see as many female characters like that now?’ When I was researching the Furies, the classical goddesses of vengeance, for the film, I came across this footage by a Czech expressionist director who directed a segment of a film called Crime Without Passion. He didn’t direct the whole feature, it’s a bit like Dalí doing a section of Spellbound. [The surrealist painter famously art-directed the dream sequence in Hitchcock’s 1945 thriller.] It’s this strange, symbolic sequence with these classical goddesses infiltrating 1930s New York and flying into buildings and springing out of spilled blood. I just thought, ‘This is such powerful imagery, it would be so cool for this to be Ruth’s influence.’ I had this idea that the baby is really a Fury, that she’s actually thousands of years old and hugely wise.”

She from Antichrist

“Lars von Trier is one of my favourite filmmakers, but his female characters are often totally punished and martyred; they’re either witches or saints or some mixture of the two. But I think there’s an argument to say women in our society do get punished, that that’s the reality of it. You have to show the dark as well as the light. If women were all really cool, sensible, amazing people on screen how much pressure would that put on women to be like that? I’ve had comedy writers say to me, ‘You’ll love this character because she’s the only one that’s got it together. Everyone else in the show is a total idiot but she’s attractive, she’s intelligent and she’s got a great job,’ and I’m like, ‘That is the most boring thing I could possibly play!’”

Margo Channing from All About Eve

“It’s [Bette Davis’s] stoicism, her implacability – she had such inner poise and strength. The 30s and 40s actually saw a lot of female-driven films about antiheroines, women who commit crimes, who commit adultery, who triumph over the odds, who put their careers over their husbands, possibly even more than now. I think cinema was seen more as a women’s recreation back then. And so amazing female actresses emerged who were more than just an age, a body, a face on-screen. Yes, there were beautiful actresses. But there were also strong characters who by sheer force of will defied categorisation. And their needs and wants are more complex than just ‘finding a man’.”

[thisonesforyoubestie]

Smut Is a Must: Smutty Adrian Chase Head cannons - Part 6

A/N: Welcome back besties! Sorry for no posts yesterday, works been crazy so I didn’t have time to prewrite anymore and I had so. much. homework. due. Was crying inside a little, not gonna lie. Anyway, enough about me we’re gonna have some fun today as an apology for not posting yesterday. 

Warnings: smut (as always), fingering, rough sex, gags and shit, dom!adrian, just some kinda yummy kinky shit tbh

Enjoy besties!!

-You and Adrian arrive back to headquarters before everyone else.

-Adrian had been out as Vigilante when you had found him. Something had been... off. 

-You were worried. 

-He was tense, his answers to you were clipped. Something had happened but it was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it.

-When you arrived at homebase he didn’t say anything when he got out of the car and went inside.

-You followed him inside just for him to start pacing. You knew there was some internal conflict going on and you hated seeing him like this, so you asked if he was okay.

-His only response was a low chuckle, as he swept his eyes over you in a deliciously slow movement. 

-You called his name again before he acted.

-His lips collided with yours so fast it almost hurt.

-He swallowed the sweet sounds of you as you cried out, bringing your legs around his waist when his hands gabbed at your thighs urging you up.

-His was bruising, so hard it seemed like he was afraid i’d disappear if he let go.

-”You’re mine. No one else’s”

-You didn’t know where his fear came from but without a beat you answered him, telling him you’re his and only his.

-He started moving up the stairs and into one of the little rooms. I only understood why when I heard the front door of the office open while our door was swinging shut.

-He locks the door before setting you on an old desk.

-He doesn’t even bother to take off his suit all the way, simply sliding down his pants and his briefs, letting you see his dick in its entirety.

-He makes quick work of your pants as well as you brace your arms behind you, spreading your legs for him.

-you’re suprised when he rips your panties from you, inspecting them between his fingers.

-”Such a good little whore for me, look at your cunt so wet for me already.”

-He stuffs your soaked panties between his teeth, a muffled groan falling from his lips, before he pumps his fingers into you. 

-You try to stifle your moans, your head falling onto his shoulder as you bite down.

-”We don’t have a lot of time. Do you remember your safeword, princess?”

-You barely gasp out your safeword, honeydew, before he’s pounding into you, fast and unrelenting.

-You’re face stays barried in Adrian’s shoulder, if the suit wasn’t there to cover him you would probably have broken his skin with how hard you were holding on

-Even as he pounded into you, distorting your senses you could hear the rest of the team arriving downstairs, setting up shop. 

-You would never admit it to anyone but the thrill of getting caught... almost made you wetter, needier for Adrian.

-It was like your thoughts were coming true when you heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

-You barely get out a rushed “Adrian-” before he’s shoving your panties, covered in you and adrian’s mouth, into your mouth.

-It was a sensation you never knew you needed until that very moment.

-Adrian pounding slowed only slightly as the door handle started to jiggle, the locked door unbudging.

-Leota called out your guys’ name as she tried to open the door again.

-”I’ll be out in a minute Leota.”

-It’s the fact that he’s able to answer her with little less than a stutter that makes you decide to reach around and cup his balls with you hand before giving a light stroke. He’s barely able to cover his moan as he glares at you.

-”Can you just grab the file on that butterfly on the way down? We need it for a team meeting.”

-His response is little more than a groan as we hear her walk down the stairs again. That’s when his pace becomes relentless.

-Every time he snapped his hips to yours, he filled you to the hilt. His unrelenting pace bringing blinding white pleasure to the surface as you finally, finally cum.

-It’s good that you’re still gagged by your panties, if you had been at home, you think your scream of pleasure would have carried for two blocks.

-He’s quick to follow, jerky thrusts taking over until he stops, taking the panties from your mouth.

-His breathing mixes with yours as he kisses you deeply, much more sweetly than before.

-”what happened?”

-It took him a second to respond but then he tells you that someone had seen you two together and said that they’d take you away from him. That they’d take of you better than he could, love them better. That no one could love him. That he’s a psychopath.

-You’re quite for a second before you kiss him again, soft, gentle, sweet... safe.

-“I could never love anyone the way I love you, Adrian. You’re my home.”

Bonus:

Leota: Adrian was upstairs, he sounded a little breathless. He said he’d bring down the file when he’s done.

Economos: What is he doing up there?

Harcourt: *Just walking in* Has anyone seen Y/N?

*Everyone share’s a look*

Chris: Oh, those little shits are so fucking up there.

*A bang comes from upstairs*

Murn: I need a new team.

[urwelcomeforthis]

Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

--

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

--

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

--

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

[thebatfamfanatic]

Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

1-

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

2-

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

3-

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

4-

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

5-

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

6-

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

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Compaions and how they are when ya go to Nuka World.

Some context- Ya just cleared out all the raiders of Nuka World and restored power since it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if there were still raiders crawling all over the place and no power.

Cait- the acts tough but is scared of the rides one.

“That fuck ya talking bout me bein scared? I ain’t scared! I’m far from scared, those rides fear me!” Danse “we didn’t say anything?”

She forces herself to ride all the rides she can to prove she’s not scared but always feels the urge to throw up afterwards.

She’s a yeller and she’ll be holding the safety bars for dear life.

She prefers her feet to be on the solid earth rather then up in the air but hates that there isn’t much to do on the ground.

Her favorite park is Nuka Town USA but only cause it has the Nukacade.

Curie- The responsible mother figure.

“Hydration! sun screen! Don’t do that! Deacon get down from there! No cutting in line! Cait stop hitting MacCready!”

She’ll ride one ride but then that’s enough for her, she feels quiet dizzy afterwards.

She doesn’t scream or yell, she just kinda sits there and laughs here and there. She’ll put her hands up at the most random of times too.

She much rather enjoys walking and conversing around the parks and taking in the view. There’s a lot she can learn from looking around.

The Safari Adventure park is her favorite park. So much to learn plus she loves the Ghoulrilla’s! So  fascinating!

Codsworth- The responsible father figure.

“Everyone here is adults! So act like it! Mayor Hancock, sir I asked that you leave your chems back home! We are so lucky that the security here is so loose…”

He physically cannot ride any of the rides, his figure doesn’t allow for it. Though it’s not like he ever really wanted to ride any of them.

He enjoys strolling around the parks with Curie, they both will exchange stories and observations. It very cute.

His favorite park is the Galactic Zone. He may has a bias for the robots.

Danse- The ‘tries to no act amused/annoyed but is overjoyed and everyone knows it’ One.

“I can list off at least at least 10 different things I could be doing with my time right now and none of them involve being in this park.” Piper- “Shut up and get on the ride.”

He’ll state that he has no intent on riding the rides but after some ‘bullying’ and coaxing by the others he’ll ride them. It doesn’t take too much.

He’s pretty lax on the rides, he’ll laugh and yell here and there but he’ll keep his hands and arm inside the car at all times.

He’s split on what he likes more, the rides or walking around.

He enjoys the Galactic Zone for its technology, he really enjoys the Robco battles zone for some reason.

(Pre BB Danse isn’t allowed to mention the BoS and Technology in the same sentence)

Deacon- The ‘anything is possible, for the right price” One.

“Hey how much to climb the tracks?” Cait- “10 caps.” Deacon- “Alright, bet.” Codsworth- “DEACON DON’T YOU DARE! THE RIDE IS IN MOTION!”

He’s a casual rider and but one hell of a park goer, so he’ll do the rides a couple times and then he’ll be all about collecting the medallions and the secret cappy clues and all the park souvenirs.

oh boys he’s a screamer but then forced and ironically type of screamer. He’s also very eccentric with his body on rides.

Prefers walking around and collecting things.

Ironically, Kiddie Kingdom.

Hancock- The Stoned Teenager.

“Relax Cod’s, I haven’t don’t any of it yet.” Codsworth- *unintelligible rambling* Hancock- “sounds like you did some jet.”

He’s a casual amusement park goer, rides the rides, enjoys the attractions. Definitely has his wore then Nuka-Girl space costume while high. Piper has the picks.

He yells and laughs on the rides.

Prefers the rides more then the parks so like a 55/45z

Favorite parker is Nuka Town USA.

MacCready- The Child.

“Would y’all hurry up? We’re wasting valuable time here? I want to hit Galatic first then Dry Rock, We can just forgot about Kiddie Kingdom by the way, place is for losers.” Deacon- “Hey!”

The song ‘Welcome to the Internet’ by Bo Burnham juts suits him. Specially the part where it goes “Could I interest you in everything?All of the time? A little bit of everything, All of the time, Apathy's a tragedy And boredom is a crime. Anything and everything. All of the time”

He screams, like a little girl.

Rides, 100% rides.

Favorite park is Dry Rock Gulch, mad mulligan’s mine reminds him a lot of his old home.

Nick- The master of arcade machines.

“Rides haven’t ever been my thing, now pinball? Whack-a-commie? Skeball? That’s more of my style, their fun to tinker with too.”

He’ll give each ride a shot and then off to the NukaCade he goes.

He laughs on the rides, keeps all his limbs inside the car too.

Rather have his feet on the ground and next to a ticket-spewing machine. He has all the prizes but gives them all to Deacon.

He really adores Dry Rock Gulch and the whole western theme. Him and MacCready often take part in doing Sheriff Eagles draw challenge. Mac is winning by 1 point more then Nick.

Piper- The takes pictures every single moment Aunt.

“There use to be machines that would snap a photo of you right when tracks would drop, that’s some serious blackmail right there!”

She ride a few rides here and there but would much rather prefer going around the park and snapping photos of the wolrd and her friends.

She’s a yeller and hand must go up in the air.

She pretty split too but it’s more like. 40/60 ratio of what she likes more. 40 for the rides, 60 for the ground.

She likes the charm of Kiddie Kingdom, she wants to bring Nat along one day thinking that Nat would also like the place.

Preston- The one who wants to ride all the rides, again.

“Hey I’m going to go again? Anyone wanna tag along?” MacCready- “Preston this is the 5th time already! How????”

Any chance he gets, he’ll be on a ride.

He’s very enthusiastic about the rides, let’s say that.

100% would rather be on the rides, they kidna remind him of a vertabrid.

Likes the Galactic Zone. Pretty colors and lights!

X6- The killjoy.

“This is pointless and a waste of time, I suggest we leave.” Piper- “Me listening to you is a waste of time, already leaving”

He won’t ride any of the rides except for the World of Refreshment ride.

No one can convince him or force him on any of the rides, man’s stubborn as hell.

Prefers to walk around the parks.

His favorite ‘park’ is the Nuka- Cola Bottling Plant, a lot to learn there.

(He’s not allowed to mention the institute and technology in the same sentence)

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

I was tagged by @harmonyowl to do the Last Line Meme, and by @schoute​ for WIP Wednesday so why not take this as an opportunity to combine them both (Sorry)

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Here is a bit from Chapter 6 of “Only You”

“Mark or not, I want ya. I meant what I said when I told you how goddamn lucky I was to find ya. I’ve heard stories about others where they had nothing in common, never saw eye to eye and yet they were bound with a mark. I saw it first hand with my parents, the drinking  and the beatings, my mother shut down because of who my father was. You and me, we aren’t like that. We’re the same.”

“Fucked up monsters?” Kit scoffed.

“Survivors. Warriors. We’re strong. You and me, we will end the weak together, we’ll make a better future for the others. We’ll get to New Eden.” He stopped, staring at her with those pale blue eyes, cold and empty. “If it wasn’t for you I know what my place would have really been, I’d have to die for Joseph. That would be my sacrifice. I knew it, I accepted it. But you change all that. You’re my reason to keep going. I know it’s fucked up and its wrong, but this is how things have to be.”

Her eyes softened and the voice in her head started up its tune again. Love him, care for him, he needs you, you need him, you were meant to be.  She hated to agree with it, hated how weak it made her feel but she could no longer ignore it.

She grabbed at the lapel of his jacket, pulling him down towards her. Lifting up on to her tip toes, she’d climb him like a fucking tree if that’s what it took. She pressed hungry, violent kisses against his mouth, bruising her lips against his. Desperate anger and lust, hatred and love left her wanting him more.

He was fucked up and broken and she was too. She knew it, he knew it, and that didn’t seem to be a problem. Her whole life she’d fought to be something everyone else wanted her to be, to be the soft girl with friends that her mom wanted, the brave soldier who never wavered just like her father insisted, all that time spent in therapy convincing her that what she felt was just a symptom of her trauma, that it was something she could get over, that it was something that wasn’t intrinsically part of her, smiling and nodding and pretending she was normal when every voice in her head told her she wasn’t. She was happy to agree with them now. There was finally someone in the world that looked at her for exactly what she was and felt no fear. He wanted her because of it. He saw those shadows inside of her and he didn’t try and make them disappear, he embraced them.

He cupped her face in his hands, brushing back her hair from her face. Their mouths were both raw and sore from their heated kiss.

“I can’t give you a honeymoon. But I can give you one night that’s just for us before everything changes. One night before you have to come to terms with what’s going on. Joseph still wants to have you baptized, to have you atone so that you’re ready to enter Eden’s Gate.”

“That’s what this dress is for isn’t it? I thought it looked familiar.” She sighed, she could keep fighting but what did it matter when she still wanted to be with him anyway, “You really agree with all of this?”

"I’m doing it because I want ya to be safe.”