#meanwhile Scott's like L after L after L

[pulquedeguayaba]

Cecil Meares (as played by a super young Bill Nighy) didn't have to go that hard about how Scott sucks big time but he did

It was also so funny seeing Scott and the rest going super slow with the poor ponies and meanwhile he passes them by in an instant all very chill

[dmitriene]

— lie to me.

summary: better a bitter truth than a sweet lie, but do you really think so? content: re6! leon x fem! reader tags: angst, nsfw, smut, comfort/hurt, mentions of alcoholism, confused relationship, sex partners, receiving fingering, unprotected p in v, marking, receiving oral. (let me know if i forgot something!) author's note: the work was inspired by the song and my love for the angst, i hope you enjoy it! please enjoy your reading) 🤍 (18+ warning)

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  « come on and lay with me / come on and lie to me »

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  « tell me you love me / say i'm the only one »

his every appearance on your doorstep leaves hot marks on the skin and cold, which corrodes from the inside.

...

the blue haze of the day gradually rises to show the stars, at this time everything around seems to freeze, becomes quiet, as if silent.

there are fewer passers by on the streets, the roads are empty for hundreds of cars, more and more windows are lit up with light in the houses, and meanwhile the shadow falls on the streets, where only lonely lamps illuminate small islands around them, secluded corners between the tall buildings of the houses.

the night descends completely, the stars begin to shine like sugar spilled on black marble glistening in the sun, and the sight itself becomes truly desirable as your eyelashes flutter following your slowly rising gaze to the heavenly canvas to revel in its view, bending your torso forward to fold your arms on the balcony railing.

you take one deep breath to fill your lungs with cold air that prickly strokes your cheeks and makes you blush, biting your skin in small patches and provoking goosebumps as your eyes follow the familiar back riding a motorcycle, the noise of the engine is the only thing that filled the silence of the night streets and empty thoughts.

...

he appeared just as he disappeared, and you would compare him to a stray dog if he didn’t differ from it in one simple thing — the ability to stay next to you at least for a couple of moments longer.

his appearance on the threshold of your house in the middle of the night seemed an absolute routine, because you were the only one who allowed this event to repeat itself over and over again, filling the space with his intoxicating smell that provokes the mind to become cloudy, while your flesh burned under the touch of his hands, each touch of the fingertips left at the place of touch, a long feeling of weight that carved into your mind and remained there even after he left.

you knew what prevents him from staying with you longer, or maybe even forever — the horrors of what he experienced and the inability to forgive himself for what he was not guilty of turned him into the mess he was now.

Leon Scott Kennedy was no longer a cheerful young man who was ready to give everything to become a policeman and help people — now he was just a shell of past dreams and ideas, a broken agent who was doomed to devote himself to work for life.

the work was not hated by him being his full fledged choice — but it still made him suffer from a slurry vile of thoughts and nightmares, his heart was convulsively knocking on his chest and whining, remembering all the betrayals and fleeting feelings, and then drowning it all in an amber liquid alcohol, if only for a moment to drown out the whole stream of thoughts and mend the old wound.

but there were moments when even the most bitter taste and the most scratchy sensation in the throat did not help to shut up everything that was happening — and that's when he came to you.

...

you didn’t know what he finds in you and your personal space in the form of cozy apartments, but at the same time, he still appeared inside from time to time from the moment you let him through the threshold just to catch his limp body in your fragile hands.

your knees gave way slightly under his weight on your body, so that later he would wrap his arms around you and help you stand on your legs, while the whiskey on his lips spoke for all his words and actions in advance, his face buried somewhere in the crook of your neck, passing the herd of goosebumps through your body and projecting a slight heat on the face.

and in those sleepless evenings, nothing happened but his sleepy figure in your arms, your body lay calmly under his weight on the soft cushions of the sofa while his head rested on your chest, letting his soft strands of hair spread over you so that you could sort them with your fingers, watching how the once blonde hair became darker and darker, as if indicating a transition of personality.

this was his nightly visits to your apartment — the search for comfort and at least a few hours of sleep, because for some reason you helped him fall asleep without the need to empty all the kitchen shelves clogged with tart drinks, he only needed you, the feeling of your warm body under himself and the way you tremblingly stroked his head, every second emptying his mind of any nightmares and dark recesses of the mind, filling everything with warmth and a thread of hope.

a thread for which he was afraid to cling so as not to remain broken and abandoned again — therefore, as soon as he habitually wakes up, as soon as the first rays of the sun break through the canvas of the sky to realize where he is, he silently disappeared, not allowing himself to leave a note or disturb your sleep, the only thing that hinted at his nocturnal presence next to you was the fleeting touch of a thumb along your cheek, leaving a warm touch even after a long time.

...

and from that moment on, he begins to appear on the threshold more often, allowing you to frown at the sharp smell of alcohol in his breath and realize that you cannot push him away, a sense of responsibility and regret for this man arose in you, the realization that you were salvation for him — the last hope for which he clung was when he came to a state below nowhere.

you nervously purse your lips and let him come in, let him into your abode in order to help and show that here he can be himself — and he is nobody to refuse you, because he himself is pulled here by a pressing feeling between the ribs and uncertain steps to again pull you into strong hugs, but this time it's different.

he pulls you into a sweet abyss in which you did not even think to be, until his warm lips lay on yours in a hot kiss, the tip of his tongue caressed playfully in your mouth, allowing you to taste the subtle notes of the alcohol he once drank, while your fingers tremblingly squeezed the collar of his leather jacket, digging in and pulling him towards you almost animalistically, defiantly.

his hand wanderingly finds its way to the back of your head, only to tilt your head for his comfort — to cut off the possibility of turning while the tip of his tongue continues to play in the wet cavity of your mouth, his kisses are played from deep to innocent, trailing his tongue over your glossy and swollen lips, making you cling to him tighter and watch his eyes curve into the smile at the corners of his lips.

it was the first time you allowed yourself to succumb without a second thought to some completely new feelings, only to end up under him on the soft sheets of the bed, your spine bending in an arc as his tongue hungryly bites the skin between your thighs, watching how your tender body shudders while the sweetest moans pour from the lips, and no musical instrument can repeat this precious melody.

...

scarlet watercolor marks form under his lips on your skin, which will become a wonderful reminder of what happened, of how his fingers slide higher to cover your pubic tubercle with his palm, fingers quiveringly touching your once most intimate place — a small pea on which he then began to draw gentle patterns , projecting light whimpers to slip from your lips in a desire to feel more pressure

— «L-Leon! p-please»

one of your pleas in an almost suffocated tone of voice is enough for him to stop teasing you through the unnecessary fabric of your panties, prying them with his long fingers and pulling them off your wonderful thighs to replace them with his lips, he carefully spreads your labia while his tongue nervously traces the path on his lower lip before he is completely adjacent to your clit.

his tongue widens a small path from which you cling to his hair with your hands, while he gradually begins to move more sweepingly and faster, giving you incredible pleasure — because of which the pressure in the bottom of your stomach became almost unbearable, while he deftly sucked and caressed your clit with his tongue, making your legs tremble and hips buck up in anticipation of the heady release that soon took over, covering his lips and chin with your arousal as he helps you descend from the height of your orgasm.

and you again lie in each other's arms, his hugs are as tender and enveloping as possible, while he buries his nose into your chest and you still stroke his head in the same habitual way, only to mutter a pitiful hope

— «Will you stay till the morning?»

his hands are clenched on your body, and hot breath no longer touches your naked skin, and you know perfectly well what this means, but he only swallows nervously and speaks in response

— «Yeah, of course..»

L I E

...

cloyingly sweet lies are gathered on the tongue in order to eventually push off from the tip and let it pass from his lips with the intention of deceiving not only you, but also himself.

with the next sunrise there is nothing next to you that would remind of his presence, and even the side of the bed, ironically located closer to the door, colder than ever, because he left you even before the sun had time to appear on the horizon, silently taking him after his dim rays.

gradually, everything that surrounded you turned into a dark space consisting of viscous lies and as far as possible sincere caresses, the last thing you wanted to believe in — was his sincerity.

you allowed yourself to be deceived, fed on a lie at your daily leisure and held on to it with a death grip as if it were the only thing that allowed you to live, and one thought that this should end covers your heart in a lingering pain, and hot tears flow down your cold cheeks.

weakness covers the body, because your fragile soul is not able to withstand such a huge burden and slow awareness of the whole situation, which makes you curl up under soft sheets into a protective ball and cover your hot face with your palms.

for the first time in a long time, you feel the salty taste of tears on your tongue and hear your heart beating furiously, the blood is noisily walking all over your body while you try to calm down in vain, and now the crying becomes completely silent, because there is no more strength left.

...

and that's when lies become an endless cycle in which you both go hand in hand, his hot touches are all over your body as if in the form of red handprints, your skin is covered with scarlet buds of passionate traces, while a velvet voice rings in your ears, enveloping you with viscous deceit

— «I love you»

empty confessions become something inherent in him — he showers you with a quivering whisper at night and under the pressure of sweet passion swears love, while his tongue gently runs along your neck, scratching the skin with his bristle, and a light sob slips from your lips from how deep he is in your wet cunt as your lips find his and kiss him passionately, all just to soothe the uncomfortable sensation somewhere under your ribs, a desperate attempt to get through to your mind and tell you that this can't go on any longer.

...

tonight is the last night when his fingers leave marks on your hips from a tight grip as his head is thrown back and a hoarse moan escapes from his chest as you raise your trembling hips to sit on his throbbing cock in the next second in one smooth movement, uttering desperate whine.

you literally see how fireworks explode before your eyes, and the tight knot in the lower abdomen persistently reminds of itself after the moan of long awaited pleasure, you bite your lips almost to the blood, throwing your head back and showing your neck, which has long been covered with scarlet buds and teeth marks.

the body rises smoothly, feeling a slight pain bordering on a welcome wave of pleasure that makes your body goosebumps.

your head is spinning, and your legs are becoming cottony, so in order not to suddenly fall onto the bed, you grab onto his strong broad shoulders like a lifeline that will soon have to be cut off while your pelvic movements become faster and faster.

your movements are sweeping, the room is gradually filled with hysterical moans and erratic sounds, while he directs your hips with his fingers digging into your skin, half closed eyes as his cock forms a small bulge on your stomach because of which he bites his lip and emits a low growl.

crystal droplets of sweat, like beads, gradually began to appear on the skin, you frantically licked your lips, sugary from the shine, trying to keep in touch with reality and sharp jolts inside your sopping cunt, a wave of excitement curling up in a lump in the lower abdomen.

each deep push was a measured touch on your g spot, while his hands slid from your hips to your buttocks to grab them and start moving at an almost animalistic pace, hitting your kervix with every sharp movement, the sounds of slaps spread more and louder around the room after the vociferous moans while you whispered in unison

— «G-going to c-cum.. mngh, f-fuck, Leon!»

— «Good, so fucking good, cum, cum for me, sweetheart»

bitter oblivion hits with a sharp blow, indescribable pleasure from orgasm rolls in a continuous wave, making the walls of your cunt shrink around his cock and your legs tremble, the warm knot in the lower abdomen grows larger and at the last minute Leon can not stand it, throwing his head back and pours out hot ropes of cum inside your spasming cunt, painting your walls while panting.

...

and that's when it all ends, you've been painting a picture of your final breakup from the moment those thoughts started attacking you to the moment he walked out of your shower, encountering a slight tension in the room that made him feel the most uncomfortable, which made him clear his throat and pronounce slowly, pulling on the last element of the once removed clothes, a t-shirt

— «Everything's alright? You look tense»

you look at him with intense gaze, rubbing the bridge of your nose and facing a lump in your throat, no matter how much you had imagined this moment — it’s hard to look at his tired look full of desperate affection, but it’s even harder for you when you see the emotions on his face that change after your whisper

— «That's our last meet, Leon.»

he swallows slowly, looks into your eyes dully while his hand runs along his chin nervously, not knowing where to put his hands from the awkwardness of the situation while he silently nods, picking up a leather jacket from an armchair in the corner of your room and instantly leaving through the door, saying under his breath

— «I understand.»

from that moment on, everything around you calms down, he gathers and quietly disappears, so quietly that you don’t even seem to hear the front door in the corridor closing behind him, while your legs themselves led you to the balcony to see his figure disappearing into the darkness, cold wind prickles your skin, but you do not feel the desired relief, because you are mired in it even deeper than you thought, listening to the roaring sounds of the engine starting.

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[lo-diehards]

2024-25 Premiere Review: Can the Law & Order Franchise Deliver?

I’m going to jump right in and be up front with this, Law & Order: Organized Crime really showed up and showed out on NBC with it’s truncated season due to the strikes that occurred a season prior. The ratings however disagreed, which prompted NBC and Wolf Entertainment to strike a deal to move the newest L&O procedural fully to the streaming service, Peacock. It is where first-run new episodes of OC will air, likely as an entire season drop as the show is currently in production on it’s 5th season. Likely 2025.

Meanwhile where does that leave the broadcast network L&O shows? Still remaining where they are on the network. SVU is approaching yet another record-breaking season – the 26th season – and the mothership reboot is now going into it’s 4th season, 24 seasons in total of the flagship formula. So where do these 2 shows stand? Right now, teeter tottering is one way to describe it. Click below for my breakdown. Potential spoilers below.

Here’s the breakdown:

Law & Order

Last season, the original reboot saw quite a bit of change for an entire season basically. 13 episodes. Jeffrey Donovan (Det. Frank Cosgrove) and the series parted ways before the season even began production. Donovan was replaced by Veep co-star, Reid Scott (Det. Vincent Riley). Long time star, Sam Waterston (DA Jack McCoy) chose to depart after doing over 400 episodes total of the series, not including his appearances on other spinoffs. Tony Goldwyn (DA Nicholas Baxter) replaced Waterston. After production on the end of the season, it was announced Camryn Manheim (Lt. Kate Dixon) departed the series, to pursue other projects. Manheim is replaced by Maura Tierney as Lt. Jessica Brady. All this change is just the cast.

Meanwhile Rick Eid basically has departed the FBI franchise on CBS to put his sole focus on Law & Order. Last season’s opening was very weak with a politically charged episode that did not do the series and the characters justice at all. Over the course of last season, there were some uptick in the quality of the storytelling, something the show has struggled in since it’s reintroduction back in 2022.

“Catch and Kill”

POTENTIAL SPOILERS: (Written by: Rick Eid & Art Alamo. Directed by: Eriq La Salle) A ripped-from-the-headlines premiere that eerily resembles Sean “Diddy” Combs’ hotel assault on Cassie Ventura. Diddy is in current events for a whole lot more now than just assault. The victim in the case a Brooklyn prosecutor who is murdered, through the course of the investigation it’s discovered that she was a victim of domestic violence. This case a very personal one for ADA Sam Maroun (Odelya Halevi) due to her sister being a domestic violence victim, who was murdered and the guy who did it was not brought to justice, something that clearly drives Maroun as a prosecutor.

Odelya Halevi stole the show, hands down. Her performance was out of this world, it’s not strong emotion we’ve seen from a main character since season 20. The case clearly was affecting her character Maroun, to the point DA Baxter told ADA Price (Hugh Dancy) that Maroun needed to ‘control her emotions’. This line rubbed me the wrong way, because when men get overly emotional, there isn’t a call-out for them to tamp down on their feelings or to dismiss them for bigger picture optics. However Price’s explanation to Baxter on why Maroun was emotional kind of renders a response to his statement, Baxter’s demeanor clearly changed when Price disclosed it about her murdered sister not getting justice.

One thing that irked me, and no, it’s not Brady (Tierney) coming in strong, most new characters come into these shows this way. Why is it so hard to write characters out who will not appear on screen? Understandably Brady may or may not have known what happened to Dixon, but to shut down any concerns from the detectives about her? It’s struck me as unprofessional of someone in her role as a leader. But then the text messages Riley got from Dixon don’t exactly help. She just up and quits the force to go to Miami with her son? She didn’t transfer to Miami PD? And it seems uncharacteristic to me of Dixon to pull “an Irish goodbye” and not have a heartfelt goodbye to Riley and Shaw. I mean I get it if Camryn didn’t/couldn’t appear on screen but they could have wrote it in a way that suggested Shaw and Riley got to say goodbye to her. Just seemed kind of cold to me.

All in all, “Catch and Kill” is a much better improvement over last season’s opening episode. A solid story from the headlines, even if it’s literally still unfolding. The story didn’t inject political undertones other than the occasional liberal jab or conservative stereotype. They focused on the crime, I could have used some more focus on the legal aspect of it all, the back-and-forth between the prosecution and the defense with the law. However Odelya Halevi’s performance definitely more than compensates for the lack of that, she really brought this episode home and you can’t help but feel bad for her (and her sister) while also wanting “rich bastards” who break the law, to get what’s coming to them. Great to see Nolan Price supporting her too, I’m still struggling with trying to get who he is as a prosecutor because sometimes he just seems to be a straight-laced lawyer with no tick, no “rizz” (charisma) as the kids say these days. However I liked seeing him consoling his partner and keeping her from throwing away her career. Hope the writers don’t throw away this storyline, we definitely need to see where this takes Maroun through the course of this season, and maybe even her career.

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Last season, SVU didn’t see much officially in the way of cast changes, but Lord knows that the majority of 25th landmark season was a dud. To be fully transparent in my opinion, I feel creatively SVU seems to have stalled since David Graziano has taken the helm. The revolving door on the main and recurring casts don’t help it either. Kelli Giddish’s firing back in season 24 has put the series in a vulnerable position. Other than Mariska Hargitay and Ice T (Olivia Benson and Odafin Tutuola), you don’t really have enough veteran support to sustain the police portions of the show anymore. Why is Captain Benson [still] doing hands-on with these investigations on a regular basis?  Peter Scanavino’s ADA Carisi is very underutilized and legal/court scenes seem to be repetitive. We haven’t really seen the legal side in play in a substantial way since season 21 in my view. Kind of like the original reboot, SVU falls short on a lot of the legal back-and-forth these days. It’s never been the driving force of the series, which remains Hargitay’s Benson, however the legal side helps weave the episodes together. Besides, it is LAW & ORDER: SVU. Velasco (Octavio Pisano) is written as a filler character. This character’s development stopped in season 23 to me. In season 24 the 2-3 storylines that centered Velsaco all fell short, one especially due to Molly Burnett (Det. Grace Muncy) departing the show.

This season: Kevin Kane (Det. Terry Bruno) and Juliana Aidén Martinez (Det. Kate Silva) join the cast. Kelli Giddish is set to recur this season, Rollins rejoining in NYPD’s Intelligence Unit.

“Fractured”

POTENTIAL SPOILERS: (Written by: David Graziano & Julie Martin. Directed by: Norberto Barba). The case was a pretty cut-and-dry case a young woman is killed after having a threesome. She was basically killed out of jealousy by a fourth friend. This episode wasn’t horrible, it basically was a by-the-numbers scripted episode as far as the case is concerned. Truthfully I lost interest about mid-way into the episode. I wish the writers would have put some focus on the substance of why “people/students hate the police right now” because that was the repeated message within the episode but it wasn’t extrapolated enough throughout… where is the why? We have a lot of current events that play into that, I wish they would have deep dived more into this portion, it might have made the overall story more captivating. I would have loved to see some “Fin insight” or even some Carisi insight regarding the state of how both law enforcement and even the criminal justice system itself are perceived these days. Lost opportunity here.

However speaking of Carisi, Peter Scanavino truly brought the premiere home and deserves the callout and his roses. Defendants cracking under pressure and blurting out and confessing on the stand is nothing new to the Law & Order world, it sometimes even happens in the real world. But Carisi/Peter was truly captivating to watch, it had a familiar feeling of ADAs either Cabot or Barba (Stephanie March, Raul Esparza) pushing to get the defendants to slip-up and tell the sordid truth. “You’re not my professor! You’re not my father!” Carisi responds in that matter-of-fact tone “No, I’m not,” that honestly left no further argument. The SVU writers – like the mothership writers – need to put some focus and energy into the legal side of the series. That’s where Benson also is losing a partnership with, and her relationship with Carisi [should be] just as close as hers with Cabot or Barba. We don’t see much of Benson and the ADA going up against the legality, it’s basically “deal with whoever ‘Carisi’s boss’ is and then go to trial.” Where are the legal arguments, precedence with case law, back and forth with the defense in motions or pre-trial hearings, the trial prep itself?

And speaking of Carisi’s bosses… another lost opportunity went by the last 2 seasons as we never saw Carisi interact with District Attorney Jack McCoy (Sam Waterston), I hope with Tony Goldwyn (Nick Baxter) on board mothership, we can get him to crossover with SVU. Behind the scenes and in interviews both Tony and Mariska have expressed wanting each other to appear and/or direct episodes on each other’s shows – Mariska actually appears on mothership this upcoming Thursday, Oct. 10 w/ Elizabeth Marvel as Defense Attoreny Rita Calhoun – we shall see what this season can/will hopefully deliver on that front. Fans definitely want it.

In closing: both of the season premieres gave great performances from our cast members who are portraying our assistant district attorneys; especially Odelya Halevi and Peter Scanavino. “Catch and Kill” had that original mothership run feel to it, something I hope the writers will continue to strive for. According to show runner/EP Rick Eid, he is going to put some focus on character driven storylines this season, let’s see where it takes us. So far so good. SVU was very solid, I was expecting more character driven from them for the premiere, maybe here’s to them exploring more as the season goes on, especially as it concerns the newest additions to the cast. I want SVU to focus on the stories, not on the record-breaking. Sometimes it feels like episodes are scripted just to “put one more in the can.” That’s all fine and dandy, but make it count, and make it matter. After 25 seasons, the audience (many of whom are victims/survivors of sexual assault) still deserve that.

[avatarskywalker78]

Some more fics of mine - standalones (well, a few are part of a series but are currently the only entry so I'm putting them here):

of legacies and lies - Jack Thompson's granddaughter Alex, a SHIELD agent, deals with the aftermath of the HYDRA reveal while trying to get back home. Meanwhile her grandparents try and make sure she isn't made into a scapegoat by the authorities.

a god's reflection - a rewritten Loki oneshot set between Thor 1 and Thor 2 as he reflects on his actions on Midgard.

when one door closes (another opens) - Brianna Thawne, the Cobalt Blue of Earth-4 and its 22nd Century, joins her world's Legends after she stops Kate Allen from changing time, an action which caused a rift in Team Flash and left Brianna ostracised.

now we have (the freedom to choose) - Legends of Tomorrow AU, where Carter realises that now he's finally free of the cycle, maybe he doesn't have to be with Kendra.

you've always been (a part of me) - Krypton Post-Canon AU, set decades after the show, where Seg is hit with the reminder of his husband's mortality and doesn't deal with it well

speak (and i'll listen) - MonWinn oneshot, set post the Music Meister, in which Winn stresses out and Mon-El comforts him

to new beginnings - Westhallen New Year's Resolution fic for Polyam Shipping Day in January 2022

doubt (and the bonds of love) - when Mon-El becomes distant, Winn can't figure out why until Kara points out that he's not the only insecure one in the relationship

the future (is ours) - a Flash AU where Iris is the Flash and Barry and Eddie are the ones dating. Eobard has been defeated and everyone's made it out the other side...but Eddie fears for his relationship after finding out Barry and Iris were meant to be together...

right here (is where i'm meant to be) - fluffy, lazy morning Segdam oneshot

to live and rise (and hope again) - focuses on Eliana Kent, the daughter of Clark Kent and Lana Lang from another universe, who was forced to flee her own world with thousands of others after draconian anti-alien measures were enforced. Settling on Earth-38 with her adoptive aunts, Eliana doesn't expect anything drastic to happen...until the rest of her powers start setting in...

Ambiguity - FFN import, written for Stupid Mario Bros and a Mr L centric fic as he fights to fight his host body's brother

the truth (long overdue) - Spider-Man 2 AU where Peter goes back to explain everything to Harry and unknowingly averts tragedy later down the line

one night changes nothing (except when it changes everything) - Krypton fic where Seg and Adam sleep together one night early in S1 but Adam figures nothing's gonna change, because it's not like Seg of all people would return his feelings (hint: he's wrong)

remaining steadfast (accepting your purpose) - Robin of Sherwood S3 AU where Robert of Huntingdon stays the first time around, nervous as he is about stepping into the shoes of a hero

true friendship (becomes stronger over time) - Link & Saria post OOT (child timeline), where an older Link goes to talk to his best friend after feeling out of place recently

we have time (to start over) - X-Men 3 AU where Jean lived and brought Scott back, and now he's trying to figure out why Logan is acting so strange around him (it's the guilt)

i love you (let me show it) - Segdam fic where Seg proposes to Adam out of the blue

i will stand by you (i will help you through) - Angel & Riley friendship fic, in which Angel doesn't act like a dick in 4x20, instead recognising Riley as a young man in pain, and this has a massive effect on things

discussions and coffee (at three am) - Legends AU where Henry Heywood lived and is now a Legend alongside his grandson

[safyresky]

Hello, I need to drop this in here before Season two of TSCS drop kicks me in a few days.

But I've had Fusion Au on the mind. In the brain. And I just frankly wanna know more about it. Whatever other information you can give I will GLADLY take. (Maybe even drop the fusion height chart 👉👈 if it is to be found)

Steven Universe has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I just wanna hear you talk about this silly little au that has been fluttering around lately.

F E L T. I have been hitting the ground RUNNING for Crystal Springs just to give myself decent AC for when the series picks up again (not sure if I'm gonna post the same day of the new episodes or the day AFTER, but New CS will be there to comfort me and maybe others in my our time of need).

I am not ready. I NEVER will be. I hope and pray that the Council isn't butchered, bc if we've got three confirmed Legendary Figures, I can't see us NOT getting the others. Or, maybe it WILL just be Sandy and Cupid and EB 2.0!! But idk. Idk man. Idk. I really want the snowball that gets thrown in Scott's face in the trailer to be courtesy of Jack. I know it won't be. But I fucking WISH and HOPE and AH.

OFF TOPIC!

I have a height chart floating around somewhere, but it is a stick figure doodle, so I will ATTEMPT to give you a proper?? Chart???

I think I said that Berline is about the size of two Elles stacked on top of each other (sitting on her shoulders) so I kinda eyeballed it based on that??? (me retconning so much about heights knowing that I had Berline pick Elle up and seat her in their palm lmao) So here we go, the main line up:

I eyeballed the SHIT out of this??? I may boost them all a whole ass foot lmao but Richard was liek "DANI. SEVEN FEET IS TALL!" and I was like I GUESS.

Also, as an aside??? The height chart site has a 3D one?? That actually disturbed me??? Thank GOD I was able to switch back! If I find the shitty lil stick figure height doodle I will edit to add it. Or reblog to add it, lol. ANYWAY.

Some info, you request? Okay! Let me marinate it in my head and see what I can do throughout the day:

If the entire frost fam fused they'd be called Frost and they'd be a DELIGHT. They don't talk much except for to be polite and they will throw melty molten rock at you at the drop of a hat, so it's a GOOD THING that Jackie doesn't exists when Frost does! Because they WOULD drop their hat on purpose just to see a fire show

Frost probably freezes in place a lot while thinking since there's 6 whole ass sprites in there having a discussion, which is a very funny mental image--just this blob of ice and fire BUFFERING and then suddenly some asshole gets pompeii'd lol

They're very sweet! Very polite. Always say please and thank you!

When Fino and Fiera fuse, Fire is just the opposite of the THERE'S TWO meme. There's ONE. And they are making it YOUR PROBLEM (they also do unfuse in my head very similarly to the THERE'S TWO meme)

Fire is also the most humanoid looking fusion, for sure!

Diteline really likes flower crowns. She will make you a flower crown or a lil grass bracelet if she's left alone with no threats and a bunch of nature. She's a big old sweetie, an absolute delight

Diteline kids, meanwhile, are a pain when they learn about fusion, and incredibly hard to keep track of once they master it. Those three lil buggers will bounce from fusion to fusion, going from helping to causing trouble to wreaking havoc to trying to fix something as simple as "oh shit, mom and mater will be home soon and we DIDN'T CLEAN THE KITCHEN LIKE THEY ASKED"

Inter season squabbles take on a whole new meaning when it's "shoulder season" time, as 9/10 times it's because the two seasons have fused and are still doing their jobs 😂😂

Of all the Frosts, Fino is the least likely to fuse! It's fun but not like, a big deal, y'know? Orc Friend (who's name is, in fact, Ken, and then I saw Barbie and. Well. But I can't not see him with any other name! It's short for Kenothy) was tres relieved about this, had a whole crisis about if they'd have to fuse at all and of course, overthought it in leaps and bounds 🫠🫠🫠

Fiera and Normal Man (His name is Norm bc I am a SUCKER for a PUNNY NAME) probably would equate to the Stevonnie plotline lol. Like, they'd fuse and Fiera would be like "I DIDN'T KNOW ORDIBEINGS COULD DO THAT! WOW!" And they'd be so excited and have a regular time, bc the normal and absolutely unhinged wild crazy balance out :)

I think their fusion is named Norma lol

Blaise and Pyros never fused, ever. They were not allowed to bc it "wasn't proper" for royalty to resort to something like that

(King and Queen Frost had a very hands-off approach with...messier conflicts. There's a reason they managed to scrape by when The Call happened)

If a redemption arc ever happened for Pyros, it A) wouldn't be one like Jack's, it'd be a more "oh so this was a fucked up upbringing and I need to stop blaming others and confront myself and maybe fix my shit or maybe get worse, who's to say" kind of thing, and B) there'd deffs be a fusion related plotline in Fusion AU, potentially involving murder of parents and/or falling into a volcano.

I think, somehow, of ALL the fusions, Elline (Elle and Jacqueline) are the most chillest one. She is SO chill. She probably always has sunglasses on or on her person. She's got great advice. She'll go with you for ice cream any day! She has such good vibes it's unREAL.

I want to/am in the process of giving the inter-season fusions names. So far we've got:

Flora: Spring/Summer

Fauna: Spring/Autumn

Mud: Spring/Winter.

She's very insistent on this name presently, but I think a wintry plant would be cuter, like Winterberry or Poinsettia or Snowdrop (my personal fave tbh) but NO. She's like "I make Mud therefor I am mud."

Everyone calls her Snowdrop and she's like "No, just Mud for short is fine" It's like. None of those letters are even IN "Snowdrop" Mud, the FUCK? CAN'T YOU CHARACTERS BE NORMAL. TO A POINT.

Evergreen: Autumn/Winter

Sunflower: Summer/Autumn

(I was torn between something plain and obvious like "Harvest", or a silly crop related pun like "Melony", then I remembered that in SDV Sunflowers grow in Summer and Autumn, you know, like they do in IRL and went OH THAT'S PERFECT!)

Summer/Winter fusion is definitely the poster fusion for vacations, lmao. Probably I'll think of something like THAT for their name. Maybe Snowbird? Bc that's what they call people who fly south for the winter on vacations? Lol

(smacks head of Season sisters) These ladies can fit SO MUCH PUNS in 'em

Blaise and Winter I don't think really fuse with the kiddos, not until later years. I know for sure Winter and Jacqueline on occasion have! She's called Flurry and has the MOST energy ever always and is a sentient storm's WORST NIGHTMARE

Blinter the fusion. Can deffs. Pull other fusions apart. They can just pick up a fusion and be like "nope" and separate their asses. They do not abuse this power; it is just something they can do and it came in handy a LOT during the War of Succession

Which is probably actually when they first appeared! Trauma bonding 🥰🥰

So that's what I managed in a day! The heights are...average, I'd say. Not gospel, but like, the differences between the fusions? Solid. I eyeballed it 100%. I'm like MAKE EM BIG but then I'm like I WANT THEM TO BE SNEAKY AND BLEND IN WHEN THEY CAN AS JUST VERY TALL PEOPLE HUEHUEHUE. For some of them. SO YEAH. I HOPE THIS SATISFIES THE LIL ITCH? THE LIL TICKLE? THE LIL FUSION BUG??

I gotta like. Tidy Fusion AU up now that I've got Crystal Springs tidied up, too! It'll make it easier to write the Jackie Frost instalment, lol.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

[oopsitsstella]

Rivalry on the Racetrack

Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: The MCU (Motorbike Racing AU)

Summary: Sometimes, it can be hard to avoid injuries on a racetrack. Today is one of those days, unfortunately for Steve and Y/N

Warnings: Some angst, Reader gets injured during her motorbike race, talks of injuries

A/N: I know next to nothing about motorbike racing, and I didn’t do the best job at researching. If I get something wrong, please excuse me

‘Back in Black’ by AC/DC was blasting through the speakers of the garage. It had become custom for the team to listen to music, typically older music or rock music, before a race to hype everyone up, and put Y/N’s nerves a bit more at ease.

It didn’t matter how many races she competed in, she would always feel a little anxious before them, so she would always sit down with Natasha before a race, so she could help her relax and focus.

Rhodey and Tony were prepping Y/N’s bike for the upcoming race, Tony also teaching the rookie of the crew, Peter, how to do so, while T’Challa and Vision were double checking that the racer-to-pit comms were working like normal.

The song changed to ‘Jailhouse Rock’ by Elvis Presley, and a smile immediately stretched across Y/N’s face.

“Oh no, she’s daydreaming about the competition again. Someone stop her.” Tony said, briefly looking at the racer.

“She’s in love Tony. Leave her alone.” Natasha reprimanded. “We all know you’re the same with Pepper.” She continued.

Tony grumbled something about that not being the point, before turning back to the red and gold bike in front of him.

“Is Pepper here today?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, she is. Thor and Bruce are coming too.”

“What about your friends Pete?”

“Yeah, they are! MJ texted earlier telling me her and Ned were coming.”

“Good, now you can finally introduce us.” Natasha said, Y/N humming in agreement.

“Rogers.” Y/N greeted while preparing to get onto the race track.

“L/N.” Steve said back. “Prepared to lose again, today?”

“Just because you won last time doesn’t mean you’ll do it again, sweetheart.” Y/N said, and Steve could hear her smirk through her helmet.

Said helmet was mostly red, with yellow accents on either side of the head, and a dark visor. Her racing suit was also red and yellow, along with a few black accents. This made her light blue number 12 patch stand out among the sunset colors in her suit.

Meanwhile Steve’s helmet was completely navy blue, while his suit had a couple accents of red and white, and his number 4 patch was black over white.

“I have confidence in myself today.” Steve said, making Y/N scoff out a laugh.

“Last time you said that, I beat you by a lot.” She told him frankly, before getting herself and her bike to the starting line. “And I do believe I’m in the lead for most wins this season so far.”

“For now, sweetheart. For now.”

Steve had crossed the finish line. He’d won the race, and despite the adrenaline in his veins going crazy, he quickly picked up on the fact that Y/N had not yet. She was almost always close behind him to cross, and vice versa when she came first. The second thing he noticed was that Y/N’s pit was empty. Tony, Nat, T’Challa, no one was there. His eyes flicked around, and landed on the jumbo screen,and his heart stopped. The screen was showing a part of the race track, there was an ambulance, paramedics, and a crashed bike.

A red and yellow bike.

The text that showed up on the screen confirmed his fear. Y/N had crashed. Steve quickly made his way to his pit to see if his crew saw what happened.

“It looked like she lost control of her bike.” Wanda said shakely.

“She didn’t get up after it stopped, so I’m guessing she was knocked out.” Sam said.

“Oh god.” Steve sat down on a chair, feeling like he might collapse if he didn’t.

“Heard anything from the others?”

“Not yet.” Scott said. “A car came and picked them up almost straight away, probably to take them to whatever hospital they’re taking Y/N to.”

“I texted Vis, asked him to let us know when they get to the hospital, but he hasn’t texted yet.” Wanda said.

A couple minutes passed, before there was a ding form Wanda’s phone, and one from Steve’s. Tony had texted him, telling him Y/N was being seen by Doctors Strange and Cho, the two doctors the two crews knew the best and trusted the most.”

“Her doctors are Stephen and Helen.” He told the group.

“Alright. Should we get going?” Bucky asked, and the team left the racing course to head to the hospital.

“Hey, you’re here.” Tony said when they arrived.

Him and the rest of the group were seated in the waiting room, presumably waiting for the verdict on Y/N’s condition.

“We’re here, sorry it took a while, traffic was bad.”

“You’re here, that’s what’s important.” Nat said. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m in disbelief, I feel like.” Steve said, taking a seat next to Tony.

“It’s understandable. I think we all are.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Y/N’s too tough for this to get her down completely.” T’Challa said, earning nods of agreement from the rest.

At that moment, Stephen and Helen entered the waiting room, and Steve immediately stood up.

“She’s fine.” Helen said. “We’ve seen her in worse condition. She got lucky.”

“She has a few cracked ribs, a broken arm, and a possible concussion, but we can’t know that for certain until she wakes up, but other than that she’s okay.” Stephen said. “She’s asleep right now, she should wake up within the hour.”

“She’ll need time to recover, naturally, and most likely some time off from racing after she’s recovered, but we’ll see how long that break will last once she’s properly healed.”

“Can we see her?” Peter asked the two doctors.

“Of course.”

Y/N slowly started to come to. She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel a pounding in her head, and an ache in her left arm and her torso. She could also hear a faint sound of music. She slowly peeled her eyes open, and was met with a white ceiling and harsh lights, making her shut her eyes again. It was then she picked up on what the music was. ‘Jailhouse Rock’ by Elvis Presley. She could also pick up on a feeling in her right hand, like someone was holding it. She turned her head to see, and saw Steve sat on a chair next to her bed. His eyes were locked on his phone, seemingly texting someone.

“Hey.” She said, her voice coming out slightly hoarse, and Steve’s head shot up.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.” He said, pulling his chair closer to the bed and gripping her hand tighter. “You scared me out there, babe.”

“What happened?” She asked, and she heard the door open.

“You got into a crash on the race track.” Stephen said, entering the room. “Lost control of your bike. Good to see you awake, how do you feel?”

“My heads pounding a little.” Y/N sighed. “And my arm hurts. Same with my torso, guessing that’s something with my ribs?”

“It is indeed. A couple cracked ribs, a broken arm, and based on the pounding head, and the fact that you crashed your bike, I’d say you probably have a concussion.” Stephen said.” Helen and I are going to run some tests, and then you should be good to go home.”

“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked quietly, rubbing his thumb across Y/N’s shoulder.

It was much later that day, the sunset was painting the sky yellow and pink, and golden sunlight was streaming into their bedroom through the large windows.

“I’ve been worse. Arm hurts a little bit, still, but it’s fine.”

“You’ll tell me if somethings wrong, right?” He questioned.

“Of course.” Y/N assured him, smiling up at him. “Oh, nice song choice earlier, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.” Steve chuckled. “I had it on a loop, I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“Of course I would. It’s our song.”

“You think we’ll dance to that at our wedding?”

“Calm down there, mister, you need to propose first for that to happen.” Y/N teased.

“Stop it.” He laughed in response.

He laid her flat on the bed and placed his arms either side of her, lifting himself up and looking down at her.

“I think it would be a pretty good first dance song.” He said, still smiling.

“You won’t have to convince me. I’m all for it.” Y/N replied, and wrapped her right arm around his shoulders. “I do believe I still owe you a kiss, though. You did beat me in the race.”

“Well then, I would love to claim my prize.”

[fuckthesworld]

CLINGY 《 STILES STILINSKI x READER 》 PART TWO

Warning: Angst and Slight Jealousy

Summary: After the incident, Y/n decided to stop thinking about it and try to move on. Her mother and best friend comforted her, while Stiles spent the day regretting everything that happened.

Things were not the same as before. Not anymore. After getting home, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom, avoiding the questions her mother asked.

She cursed herself for believing in something that was not possible. All these days and months spent, she didn’t let herself get loose to the point where she needed to cry. To cry for all the efforts spent on him, still keeping in heart that he may not give back the feelings.

But this day, she couldn’t keep strong. She just cried and cried her heart out until she was exhausted and fell asleep.

It was 2 p.m in the afternoon when she woke up from a touch. It was her mother brushing her fingers through her hair.

“Hey mom.” She said turning around to avoid her eyes. She knew if she looked at her, her mother could understand everything.

“Honey, you don’t have to say anything.” Y/n’s mother said.

She kept quiet, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mother continued, “ Do you wanna talk about it “

“Not now mom. I want to be alone for some time.”

“Okay” She said getting up, “I will get you some food. And I called Dean. He will be coming for dinner today.”

“What!!” Y/n yelled turning around “You have told this to Dean?! Why would you do that!”

“No no no! You’re wrong. I mean, I only told him to come. He knew this.” She said.

“How did he…”

“I don’t know honey. Ask him about this and…” She put her hand on Y/n’s head, “Everything is gonna be fine.”

She smiled and said, “I know mom. Everything is gonna be fine..it’s just that, it is not gonna be the same again.”

Her mother sighed and exited the room.

*Time Skip*

Y/n spent the rest of the time in her bedroom reading storybooks and doodling. But doodling made her remember Stiles more, so she decided to get lost in the books.

Finally she realized that the sun was setting down and a reddish sky appeared outside her window. She opened the windows and for a while closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze.

Y/n was sad, really sad of what happened but she can’t just ignore the beautiful day. It was enough to make a smile appear on her face.

“Oy Y/n!!!”

She snapped out of her thoughts and opened her eyes. Dean was outside her house.

“Open the door!!” He shouted.

“Well, it’s not dinner time yet! Guess you have to stand outside now!” Y/n laughed and said.

“Oh we look like Romeo and Juliet!!”

“Shut up!! I’m coming down! Wait up!”

“No need! Mrs.Y/l/n has already done that!”

Now her mother came out and yelled, “It is very rude to keep guests waiting outside Y/N!!! This was not expected from you!” Dean meanwhile laughed and gave her the ‘you-deserved-that’ look.

“Mom for God’s sake we live in the same house! It wasn’t necessary to inform the rest of the neighbors about this!!” Y/n yelled back before they got in.

It was surprising that Y/n felt fine than before. Maybe because she wasn’t thinking about him much. Maybe because her mother and best friend was there for her. Or maybe she would go back to being sad when she sees Stiles.

Just then she heard a knock. “Come in.” She said.

“I saw you running out of their house today. Didn’t wanna disturb you more by asking you about it.” He said closing the door behind him.

“Oh yeah. You heard it from superhearing right?” She said smiling.

“Yes. And not gonna lie but I thought you will be very depressed about…about what happened.”

“I am just exhausted. I’m very sad but..I am just tired of getting hurt by waiting for him while he…he continued being emotionless person. Atleast now it’s all over and I know what he feels.”

He sat down beside her and said “I know it is all hard for you now. I mean it’s fine if you don’t wanna come tomorrow.”

She sighed, “Yes. It is actually hard because I loved him. I really did, but that doesn’t mean things will stop just because of me. I AM going on a ride tomorrow with you and I AM gonna walk past the pack. It is hard, but not impossible.”

“Damn, you are very challenging. Well then, thank you.” He said smiling.

“Dinner’s ready!!!” Y/n’s mother shouted.

“Coming!”

*Time Skip*

Stiles was not fine. He was infact, far from fine. He pretended like he was but he secretly missed her that day. Probably because she heard those words and he felt bad.

And it looked like everyone hated him for what happened except Scott. He understood that Stiles said those things because that was just a flow of speech and he didn’t mean it. Meanwhile Lydia  continuously poked him to say sorry and Issac and others didn’t talk to him at all.

Stiles wanted to say sorry but he was just to embarrassed to say that. He could listen to the words he said yesterday again and again and then feel it extremely hard to say sorry to her after what happened.

But he was kind of convinced that Y/n was a cheerful person and she would absolutely visit them again. And maybe ignore him, but atleast she would talk to the others.

“Scott let’s do something exciting! Come on! I am bored. Let’s do something fun.” Lydia whined.

Issac glared at Stiles and said, “Having fun is what usually happened when Y/n came. Thanks to this amazing gentleman that it got stopped.”

“Okay okay I know and I am sorry for that! She is what she is and I can tell you she is gonna come after sometime atleast for Pack Meetings !” Stiles told.

Yes, it was afternoon and they were going to have a picnic where they invited Y/n and were waiting for her.

“Seriously Sti , do you know women at all? She is not gonna come. Don’t you get it? Scott we are just wasting our time. Mr Stilinski is gonna come out anytime and we HAVE to go.”

Just when Scott was about to say something, she saw Y/n.

“Oh there she is.” He said surprised.

“Told you she’s gonna come.” Stiles said grinning.

Y/n walked..and with a bicycle and a helmet. But instead of turning left to the Pack she completely ignored them and walked straight past them towards another house. Dean’s house.

Issac went running to her and asked if she was coming to which Y/n replied, “Well, I am with a bicycle so obviously not. I-I am really sorry Issac but Dean asked me before you all did. Soo…”

“I know you would have come even if Dean asked you first. It’s because of Stiles isn’t it? He really didn’t me–”

“I don’t wanna interrupt you but I am done talking about that. I will visit you all for sometime later maybe at the pack meeting. But..well, it’s different now. I am sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Issac said, “It’s not your fault.”

He smiled and hugged her went back to the Pack.

“There’s a good news and a bad news.” Issac said.

“Bad news first.” Scott said.

“She is not gonna come. Dean asked her first and she already said yes to him.” Issac said.

Stiles eyes shot up and as he felt a kind of burning sensation. It was..not familiar. Not at all.

He heard some laughter, when he looked at the direction and saw Y/n and Dean hugging each other and then getting up on their bicycles. Now all he could think is–Wow. She already got a new friend. And all these time I thought what kind of a bad person I am?? She hugged him, ofcourse. She IS very clingy afterall.

“We should leave now.” Stiles  said getting up and walking towards the jeep.

“Well is she gonna visit us later on?” Scott asked.

“Well, that’s the good news. She said she would be present at the Pack Meeting!” Issac exclaimed.

Noah came out with Mellisa and said clapping hands, “Ready?”

“Very much ready.” Stiles whispered slamming the door of the Roscoe.

“What happened to him?” Noah asked while others stared at him.

MASTERLIST

PART THREE

[wandasallerdyce]

Vacation - Clint Barton x M! Avenger! Reader

Pairing: Clint Barton x M!Reader

Fandom: Avengers Assemble (tv show; Marvel)

Plot: Clints plan may or may not go as accordingly

Requested: yes/no

Warning(s): mention of smut, slight cursing

Notes: oH MY GOD THIS SHOW IS AMAZING AND SO UNDERATED BUT IT REALLY MADE ME SIMP FOR THE CHARACTERS LIKE HOLY FUCK. ANYWAYS I HOPE YALL ENJOY. ALSO, THIS WASNT IN MY PLANS BUT SINCE ITS MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND I WANTED TO REWARD YALL

(GIF is not mine)

When you had asked Clint to go on vacation with you, this is not what you had in mind. Yes, you both planned to go on a trip to the Bora Bora Islands, but you guys did not plan on the rest of the team to join you guys. Clint was mad when he found out the team would be joining you guys but you were able to calm him down before he yelled at the team. Both of you were used to always being alone on vacations, especially since you guys would go at it like rabbits all over the hotel room and there was no one to interrupt you guys.

But now, you guys had to remain in control of both of your guys’ lust. It was easy for you, but Clint on the other hand was a whole different case. It took time for him to get used to it, but eventually he got around to it. Anyways, you and the team decided to go for a swim. It wasn’t everyday you got a break. Being an Avenger was hard work. You were a skilled combatant, great at flexibility and a master of different weapons. When you guys got to the beach, Steve, Tony and Sam instantly jumped into the water.

Meanwhile, you, Clint, Natasha and Scott started a volleyball game. You and Clint versus the two redheads. Hulk and Thor where on referee and cheerleading duty. “Oh come on Barton! No fair!” Scott exclaimed as he failed to hit the ball since Clint would always make it unreachable for him. Clint simply just laughed at him. “Calm down Hawkeye, let the man hit it.” You said while trying to hold in your laughter. You couldn’t lie, it was pretty funny to watch.

You turned around and looked at Natasha who was also trying to hold in a laugh as Scott fell on the sand. “Don’t give up, Man of Ants! I believe in you!” Exclaimed Thor, trying his best to cheer on Scott. This kept going on until eventually Nat got annoyed. “Alright boys, if you guys are done, me and (y/n) would actually like to play.” Natasha said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Eventually, both of the teams ended up in a tie. The sun was going down, so you and Clint decided to have some alone time and take a walk.

Clint wondered how he got so lucky. When you guys met, both of you actually hated each other. You despised his cocky attitude and he hated that you were so nice and forgiving since he didn’t believe that was who you truly were. When you guys were forced to team up to take down Red Skull, you confided in him and told him why you really joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, which made him open up to you about the circus. That was the first step in your guys’ relationship. When you guys confessed your feelings for each other, it was actually in a end of the world situation.

The fight against Thanos was starting to overwhelm all of you. You had various cuts on your body and cheek and a few tears in your suit. Clint stayed near you, making sure you were safe from the Titan’s wrath. You started to run out of ammo so you decided to just take down Thanos with your flexibility and skills all alone. As you started to reach him, he was able to grab a hold of you and started to choke you. You felt your air starting to run out and scratched at his arm with no use.

Next thing you know, your dropped onto the floor of the moon as Clint starts throwing punches at the Mad Titan. Thanos simply laughed and grabbed both of you, throwing you guys towards the watchers tower. You landed on Clint and just stayed there. Then, Clint starts talking to you. “Listen, (y/n), I’m being serious about this okay? This isn’t a game. I just wanted to tell you, that in case we don’t make it, um… ahhh… fuck it. I’m in love with you, (y/n) (l/n).” He told you, looking anywhere but your eyes. You simply responded by kissing him, finally hearing the words from him you wanted to hear for so long. He was surprised, but returned the kiss with more force. Eventually, you guys were able to bring down Thanos with the help of the Guardians of The Galaxy.

That brings you guys to the present. 4 years into your relationship, and things have only gotten better. Both of you share a room in the tower and are always together. Wherever you are, Clint is most definitely there with you also. Clint snapped out of his mind and stopped suddenly. You walked for a few more seconds until you realized he wasn’t following you. “Clint, honey, are you okay?” You asked with concern in your voice. Oh, how Clint loved the nicknames you gave him. You were the only one who was allowed to give him nicknames.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about the old times. Like when we met and stuff.” He said with a smile on his face. You smiled back and he swore he melted faster than ice cream. Your smile always radiated a certain type of happy. You turned to look at the sun setting and he immediately started sweating. He put his hand in his pocket, making sure the box was safe. He wanted to propose to you for a while, but he wasn’t sure if you would agree or not. ‘It’s now or never Barton, don’t be a chicken.’ He repeated in his head.

“Look Clint! The stars are about to show!” You exclaimed with such enthusiasm. You turned around and gasped, seeing as Clint was on one knee in the sand. “Listen, (y/n). I’m not good at speeches like Steve, but I’m going to try my best here. Basically, to put it short, I’m in love with you. I always have been. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You accepted me for who I was, even though you knew I was in the circus of crime. You didn’t judge me on my past, but on who I was now. I know I mess up sometimes, but your always there for me and help me back up. So, what do you say (y/n)? Want to become Mr. Barton with me? It’s totally okay if you say no I mean, I won’t be mad if y-“ You cut off his rambling by culling his cheeks.

“Clinton Francis Barton, how could I say no to you?” You said and leaned down to kiss him, your fingers entangling in his blonde hair. He relaxed into the kiss and synced both of your lips. Eventually both of you pulled back and he put the silver ring on your finger. It was simple, yet to you it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. “I was on a budget. Sorry I couldn’t get you a ring you deserve.” Clint said sheepishly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. You simply smiled and said, “Anything you give me is beautiful Clint.”

He stood up and dusted himself off and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked both of you towards the rest of the team. “When we have our first kid, I’m definitely teaching them how to shoot an arrow.” Clint said confidently. You simply chuckled. “Careful Clint, or they’ll end up shooting you in the leg.” You said while trying to hold in your laughter. Clint instantly had a shock look to his face. “Yknow what? Maybe I won’t teach them how to shoot after all.” He said looking spooked. You simply just laughed while walking back.

You ended up getting a text from Natasha telling you guys they were in Stark’s room. When you guys walked in, it was utter chaos. They decided to have a fun idea to play Uno. Right now, Nat was in the lead with two cards left followed up my Sam with three cards. Steve was still trying to figure out how to play and Thor and Tony ended up getting ganged up on with +4’s. Hulk meanwhile was watching the tv paying no attention to the others. You both decided to play the notice game and cuddled up to each other on a chair. You kept guessing who would be the first to notice the ring. Eventually, as always, it was Tony who noticed.

“Where did that ring come from?!”

I actually had lots of fun writing this even tho it’s 1:30am lolol. Anyways I hoped y’all enjoyed and peace out. Love ya guys!!!

[darkesthourrpg]

LOGAN HASTINGS (Rebecca Rittenhouse) is looking for their TWIN connection. Please message KOURTNEY for more information regarding this connection. The connection is TAKEN.

Name of requested character:

Leonardo “Leo” Hastings.

You can change it as long as the name stays an L. Leo is just what I used in the bio.

Age Range:

31

Age turned: 28-29

Species:

While this character was originally a witch they have turned. In my head I was thinking Vampire, but I’m pretty down with any species.

Wanted Faceclaims:

Dacre Montgomery, Chace Crawford, Will Tudor, Alex Roe, Scott Eastwood, William Moseley, Hunter Parrish, Alexander Ludwig, Max Thieriot, Daniel Sharman, Theo James, Richard Madden or UTP

All I ask is they vaguely kinda look like Rebecca Rittenhouse if it’s possible.

Connection Type:

Twin Brother

Background:

Okay so this character does share a father with mine, here is what you need to know about Evil Witch Daddy: Please note this is like the sparks note version of this all.

Richard was married to the oldest child’s mother, but marriage life wasn’t really his thing so he had multiple affairs. Which in turn spawned a total of 6 children; all six are reference in age order below. Along the way Richard had started dabbling in dark magic, which he realized he could use to his benefit. Well when he was passed over for supreme due to the ancestors realizing he was too far gone, he completely lost his shit. He got the idea to take out the ancestors and become his own supreme but of black magic. He had plans to start a dark coven with his children, since he was aware of 5 of them. While he waited and grew crazier he always kept his plan in the back of his head. So Richard got the bright idea to make a sacrifice of his oldest and the child he loved the most so he could obtain the power. 5 of the children were present: Lucian, Logan, Leo, Lorelai, and Liliana (Nia). Richard had them all present in cause he would need to complete the circle. Which as he grabbed the kids things felt off, Leo screamed and Logan had made run for it, but Richard had grabbed them and put them to sleep. Thankfully a little boy (Callum) saw and picked up Logan’s necklace, told the party about Richard. Which during the sacrifice he almost went through with it until the moms and the coven showed up right before he could finish and saved the child. After that Richard was stripped of magic and expected to be put to death for his crimes, but he snuck out before he was suppose to be put to death. Instead of just leaving quietly he stole his youngest child and skipped town.

Rather than look for the child The Coven covered it up along with the moms who feared if they angered Richard that he’d return and harm one of the other children or take them too. So Richard got away with the baby and the mother of the child was deemed crazy as everyone pretended they had no clue what she was talking about. The mother eventually ended up leaving the coven, she was never spoke about again.

Meanwhile the other 3 moms: The Oldest (Lucian), The Perfectionist (Lorelai), and Leo/Logan band together to protect their children. They became neighbors, were each others support system as they tried to give their children the most normal life after the craziness that had happened. The coven sweep all of their dad’s antics under the rug completely and it’s basically some weird fever dream to them at this point. The moms constantly stuck by the story of the dad just took off, there’s never been anymore detail about him given in fear that one of the children would want to know him/locate him.

Please note despite the dad’s actions being sweep under the rug all of the children were heavily watched by coven/their mothers to see if they’d show any signs of being unstable like the father. They would have also been heavily dosed to forget that it ever happened.

If you want more about this night you can always pull up Logan’s bio which I went into more detail, or I can gladly provide more detail

The Oldest (Lucian) *** This is the sibling the dad tried to kill.

Logan (Twin)(My character) *** Current Supreme of the coven

Leo (Twin) *** The only one who is no longer a witch because they were turned.

The Unknown Sibling (Jaylin Sanchez-Wilson) *** This is a lifelong friend of the siblings. They have no idea that she is their sister, it will be revealed later on in game.

The Perfectionist (Lorleai) *** She was the one the coven picked and expected to take over after the previous supreme died. She’s the one who follows every rule and is down right a perfectionist.

The Stolen (Liliana aka Nia) *** This is the child the dad took off with and the moms/coven pretend never existed. With the trauma of their childhood they probably have no clue about this sibling.

For this character:

They are the twin brother of Logan Hastings, they are 5 minutes younger than her and she will never let them forget it.

They were deemed the Sun/Moon by their mother, they even have necklaces that they were gifted as children by their mother. Leo was always the light while, Logan was the moon.

Logan lost her necklace as a child during the night the dad went nuts, which it was never found but there have been similar replacements. There is only one that magically bonds to Leo’s tho and it’s the one that is missing.

During childhood Logan was always up at night, even more so when they got their powers. Mostly because she wanted to use hers. Where I always picture Leo as more a morning person, up the minute the sun is out.

With them probably being polar opposites and Leo so bright, he was probably pretty popular in High School and probably played a sport like Soccer, Basketball, or Football.

He had amazing grades so I did have him going to NYU in the bio, but it can be changed. Logan always struggled at schooling where it was probably easy for him.

Even when she was away they probably talked every single day, she constantly had him out visiting her.

Now I did allude to this in the bio for Logan, but Logan met a Charles character, who always asked tons of questions about Logan and etc. When she mentioned wanting to stay in Washington he 100% lost their shit and even attacked her as he screamed about how special she was. Logan’s apartment was also broken into and all the photos were taken. About a week later Leo was turned. Before you ask, yes Charles is actually Richard and yes he is nuts and paid someone to turn his son. Knowing that it would force Logan to return.

Which she did immediately, she spent 2 years with Leo trying to help him settle into his new life. She probably did helicopter mom him with their actual mom, but they both wanted to make sure he was okay.

They’re the reason she pushes to change witch law and to allow interspecies dating among witches. She watched how their friends and the coven treated him and she was honestly pretty livid.

I would think they probably took loosing their witch powers as almost a blessing? The witch community is low key toxic and they would 100% see their siblings falling apart all the fucking time. Logan even left because of how toxic the community is.

Would now be currently living their best fucking life away from the coven. If you want them to struggle with their new powers go for it, but I can also see them embracing them.

Probably was also the siblings who cared the least about magic growing up because their other siblings were so damn crazy about it.

Usually when an all out war breaks out among the other three they sit back and watch with their popcorn. If the older brother can’t break it up then they do get involved as the peacemaker.

*** While this is not a requirement I could see Leo being apart of the LGBTQ+ community, whatever you would like his sexuality to be it’s completely up to you and Logan supports it either way.

*** Depending on how he is played I could also see him having a kid. Like it was deff an accident but he found out about it or had it (depending on the species) after he turned.

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

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"Step five. Let her know you're Spider-Man. I don't know how, but she'll have to know." Peter muttered to himself as he silently read step five that was on the recruiting method which was pinned on the bulletin board in his room above his desk. For the next three days since Friday night, a.k.a the night he did step four, he had been reading and re-reading step five over and over.

After all, telling Y/N that he was Spider-Man was different and he had never done it before. Ned, aunt May, and MJ found out and figured it out on their own. "At this point, Y/N may have already figured out." Peter told himself, but he immediately shook his head.

However, it was impossible for Y/N to figure out because she and him weren't really close before. Therefore, Y/N has never really paid attention to Peter. Y/N may have picked up a few of MJ's traits here and there, but she never got MJ's way of observing. Again, Peter asked Scott for help when he took a break from patrolling on a Monday afternoon.

"Hey, what's up, Petey?" Scott smiled as he answered the phone. He munched on some chips while watching television. Peter scrunched up his face because it sounded like some weird ASMR mukbang video on YouTube.

"Yeah, hi. I need your help again." Peter said as he lifted his mask until his mouth so that he could speak properly and so that he could be understood.

Scott put his phone away from his ear and looked at Luis and grinned, "Hey dude, guess what."

"What?" Luis smiled.

"I'm talking to Spider-Man on the phone!" Scott bragged. "We're, like, besties now. He asks me for help. Like, I'm so honored! So, so honored."

If Peter didn't have any steps to be followed or if he weren't recruiting anyone, he would've laughed at Scott. But now, he didn't. He was desperate for help. He didn't know what to do.

"Um, Mr. Lang? You still there?" Peter asked.

Scott quickly pressed the phone on his ear again and said, "Yeah! And don't call me Mr. Lang. I sound old or whatever. Call me Scotty!"

"That sounds kind of weird." Peter admitted. "I'll, uh, I'll call you Scott instead."

"Sure thing, spider-bro!" Scott said excitedly as he looked at Luis, who gave him two thumbs ups. "Anyway, what did you need help with?"

"I don't know how to tell Y/N that I'm Spider-Man." Peter said in a hushed voice, afraid that someone might hear him despite sitting on the rooftop.

Scott nodded and hummed, "Well, I don't know what to say. I guess, just ease your way through it before actually telling her."

"How?" Peter questioned.

"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "Drop hints for a few days or something and when the time is right, just say it. Tell her."

"Scott, that's genius!" Peter grinned. "Thank you!"

"No problem, Spidey!" Scott chuckled. "I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Bye! Tha-"

Scott hung up and put his phone on the coffee table. Luis was shocked, "I can't believe you hung up on Spider-Man."

"I mean, I have to act chill, you know? I don't want to let him know that I'm freaking out!" Scott shrieked. "Like, he called ME!"

"Yeah, that's awesome!" Luis laughed and gave Scott a high five. Meanwhile, Peter was already planning on what hints to drop before telling Y/N about his secret.

-

Tuesday

Today's the first day that Peter would showcase his spider powers to Y/N. He didn't know which skill to show first. Although, that question was already answered when Y/N walked in school pushing a very very big box full of different items.

Peter jogged up to her and he said, "Good morning, Y/N!"

She gave him a sweet smile as she wiped her sweat with the back of her hand. She mumbled a small 'good morning' before pushing the big heavy box again.

"Allow me." Peter stopped her as he picked up the big heavy box with ease. Y/N looked at him in shock.

"Peter, oh my god." Y/N said. "Where the hell were you when I needed you? We literally live near each other."

"Sorry about that." Peter said as the two of them walked to her locker. "I woke up late and I went straight here. I was surprised that I got here first and when you entered the school with a big heavy box, I figured out why."

Y/N chuckled and opened her locker. Peter looked down at the loosely closed box and was able to take a peek at the things inside it. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at Y/N, "Um, what's all this, anyway? Are you running away or something?" He joked.

"No!" Y/N laughed and shook her head. "Those are all the old things from my community theater. I figured I could take it and bring it here and donate it to the theater club. Plus, the glee club need props too."

Peter nodded and pursed his lips, "Right, right. I forgot that you joined all of the clubs."

"Not all. I didn't join the cheer squad." Y/N smiled politely before closing her locker.

"Why didn't you?" Peter asked. In his opinion, not that anyone was asking, she would be a perfect fit in the cheer squad.

"I didn't want to risk my power for memory." Y/N whispered. "I can't touch the ground directly, remember? What if I'm on the bottom of the pyramid and the rocks start forming some memory on the field or something? I can't risk that. No one else knows about my powers except for you and Eunice."

'And the Avengers.' Peter thought. He nodded and said, "Yeah, that's understandable. Anyway, do we head off to the auditorium first before going to class? Or do we take this big ol' box with us to history?"

"Auditorium, please." Y/N smiled.

"Lead the way, Barbra Streisand." Peter chuckled as they walked together.

"You know Barbra Streisand?" She asked with a laugh.

"Of course, I do! I mean, not personally, but I do know her. I've seen her movie with Seth Rogen and her carpool karaoke with James Corden."

"That rhymed! Are you a rapper now?" Y/N laughed.

"Who knows?" Peter shrugged. "Maybe I'm the next Eminem." He joked.

The pair arrived at the auditorium and she made sure they placed the box on stage in the middle for the theater club moderator to see. Y/N pulled out a paper from her backpack and wrote down: My community theater decided to get rid of our old props. I figured I should donate them here instead of throwing it away. Sincerely, Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N looked through her bag and pouted when she realized that she didn't have any tape or anything that could stick. Peter saw this and remembered that he put some leftover web fluid in a container in his backpack.

"I, uh, I have something sticky." Peter blurted out as he quickly looked inside his backpack for the container.

"Pete, you're my friend and all, but that sounded wrong." Y/N giggled. Peter's face flushed red, but didn't pay attention to it as he handed her the container. It was in an old Elmer's glue container.

Y/N thanked him before squeezing out the 'glue' at the back of the paper. Her face lit up when she didn't see the typical white color of the glue. She was surprised that it was transparent. "Okay, tell me where you shop for school supplies. This transparent glue is my new everything!" She said as she gave back the 'glue' and pasted the paper on the front side of the box.

"Uh, I didn't buy it. I actually made them." Peter said, which wasn't a lie. He really did make it, it just wasn't glue, that's all.

Y/N nodded. She was impressed. She grabbed her backpack and said, "Can you make me some?"

"Sure!"

The pair walked out of the auditorium in silence and the silence continued on even when they reached the classroom. It wasn't an awkward silence like before. It was comfortable.

"Peter?" She called his attention as they sat down in their respective seats.

"Hm?" He hummed.

"Thanks for carrying the box. If I had known you were that strong, I would've called you before I left my apartment." Y/N chuckled.

"No problem." Peter smiled. "I'm really glad I could help. Helping people is a part of me." He hinted, as if his super strength and web fluid weren't enough hints.

"You know, Spider-Man is like that." Y/N smiled. "That's why I admire him so much. I just wish I could know who he is."

"I know right? Same here." Flash said from behind her. Y/N and Peter turned to look at him as Flash shrugged.

Flash looked at Peter and nodded at him, "'Sup, dickwad?"

Peter gave him a thumbs up before he and Y/N turned around to wait for the teacher.

-

Wednesday

Y/N came to school that day wearing the most early 2000's look ever. She also wore pink as an homage to the most famous Mean Girls quote, "on Wednesdays, we wear pink". She wore a slightly fitted, long sleeved, pink shirt with a pink skirt and heels. She was dressed as Karen Smith. MJ, Ned, and Peter were surprised with her outfit.

"What's with the Mean Girls get up?" Ned asked with an amused smile on his face.

"Ned's right." MJ said as she looked at Y/N up and down. "I've never seen you wear pink before, but you actually look good in it."

Peter nodded, "Yeah, I agree."

"No mean remarks, Peter?" MJ asked and eyed him suspiciously. Peter just shook his head before he smiled at Y/N, who smiled back at him.

Later that day during lunch, Y/N was walking to her seat when she slipped on the floor. With Peter's enhanced reflexes, he immediately caught Y/N before she fell and he was able to catch her tray and her food.

Y/N gasped and she looked at Peter with wide eyes, "How did you do that?! You're so cool!"

Peter shrugged as he set down the tray before helping Y/N sit down so that she wouldn't slip again. MJ and Ned looked at each other because both of them knew that Peter was up to something and they had to corner him and ask him about it.

When the day ended, Y/N had to go to the auditorium for theater club. Finding Peter alone by his locker, Ned and MJ immediately cornered Peter. When Peter turned around, he was surprised to see MJ and Ned.

"Um... hey guys." Peter said.

"You're being really obvious, Peter." Ned said.

MJ nodded, "Yeah. I thought you being Spider-Man was supposed to be a secret. Why are you being obvious?"

Peter sighed. There was no choice but to come clean, "I need to drop hints about my powers to tell her that I'm Spider-Man."

"Why do you need to tell her?" MJ asked.

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he immediately closed it. MJ didn't know about Y/N's powers and it wasn't his secret to tell. As much as his feelings were complicated towards Y/N, he would never tell her secret to anyone else. He wouldn't do that to anyone, even Flash Thompson. Thankfully, he thought of a quick cover up.

"Because I want her to know. We're friends after all." Peter reasoned.

-

Thursday

When Peter arrived at Y/N's apartment to pick her up like he did every morning, it was announced that classes were cancelled because of the storm.

"Peter, why don't you stay here for a while? You and Y/N can hang out here while I go to work." Eunice offered.

Y/N smiled, "Yeah, Pete! We can bake or something."

Peter shrugged, "I suppose I could stay." He pulled out his phone to text aunt May that he'd be staying at Y/N's apartment until it was safe to go out.

Eunice eventually went to work an hour later and the two teens were doing different things. Peter made himself comfortable in the couch as he watched Mean Girls. Y/N was busy in the kitchen as she cooked brunch for the two of them.

The two of them didn't know or didn't notice that it was all domestic at that moment. They failed to notice that they both looked good together. At one point, Peter paused the movie and stood up to stretch. He walked to the kitchen and watched her.

"You could've told me that you were cooking. I could've helped you." Peter said. He grabbed plates and set the table. It was the least he could do.

"Nonsense! You're a guest, Peter." Y/N smiled. "I'm done, anyway." She brought the food to the table and sat down. Peter sat down across from her and they ate in comfortable silence.

"This is really good." Peter said as he broke the quiet ambiance of the dining area. She grinned and thanked him.

"I have to tell you something, Y/N." Peter gulped. He figured it was time to tell her. They were alone together and neither of them could walk out due to the storm.

"What is it?"

Peter took a deep breath and said, "I'm Spider-Man."

Y/N stared at him and smiled, "That's cute, Pete. I'm Spider-Man too. Anyone can wear a mask."

"No, no, no. I mean it, Y/N." Peter sighed. "I really am Spider-Man."

"How am I supposed to believe you, Peter?" She raised an eyebrow.

"One, because I believed you when you told me about your powers. Two, I lowkey showed you." Peter said.

"I used my super strength to pick up the heavy box, I used my web fluid for your paper and told you it was glue, I told you that I loved helping people-"

"Helping people isn't a power, Peter. It's a choice and the web fluid thing sounds wrong."

"I also used my enhanced reflexes and agility to catch you when you slipped at the cafeteria. I'm Spider-Man." Peter added. Y/N stared at him and said nothing. "Please say something, Y/N."

Y/N blinked a few times and cleared her throat, "Well, thanks for telling me. I'm just mostly embarrassed because you know about my big crush on Spider-Man and YOU ARE Spider-Man."

"Oh, right." Peter blushed. "I forgot about that."

"And please continue to forget about it." Y/N chuckled lightly. "Anyway, let's talk about something else. What's it like being the friendly neighborhood hero?"

"Oh, you have no idea how hard it is. But I love my job." Peter said.

The rest of the day was spent with Peter talking about his patrolling stories and Y/N showing off her powers and Peter also showing Y/N his wall-crawling ability. He even showed her his web-shooters.

"I can show you my web-shooters!" Peter said excitedly.

"You know, no matter what you call it, it really sounds wrong." Y/N laughed. "It's like you're going to show me your penis or something."

"I never thought I'd hear you say 'penis'." Peter looked at her.

She shrugged, "What can I say? I'm surprising."

"That's true." Peter nodded in agreement as they smiled at each other.

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[jimmythejiver]

For the first time in a long time I went to the movies in forever and then to Target. At Target I see some Godiva bars on discount yellow tags and I was ecstatic until I read 70% Cacao, Dark, Salted Caramel and was deflated.

Anyway that's how I felt about seeing The Green Knight. What you thought this was about chocolate?

No see since the pandemic I've been back on my perennial King Arthur kick. I've for a long time since I was a young preteen thought, someday I too will write my own King Arthur epic and it'll be gay, magical, gangster and culty too, but for now I'll make up my own stories for practice and then with every story I got attached too, it got too involved and convoluted to the point that when it came down to actually writing a novel, I threw it all away and made a space opera I only planned in two weeks and wrote in a month. Anyway...so now I've been writing this very gay, magical, gangster and culty take on Final Fantasy XV with my boyfriend and just fell in love with Somnus Lucis Caelum who nobody has any insight about him than to make him the Mordred to Ardyn's Arthur, which is a strange flex, but okay, I thought about what if I wrote a Dark Age prequel about Ardyn and Somnus, but Ardyn becomes king and Somnus his shogun and they play games of seduction and power because I'm twisted like that. Anyway...I was like I'm never going to write this and I have to keep making up characters based on FFXV characters and King Arthur tropes because there's not a lot of stories that take place during the Dark Ages, it's always some Roman Empire story, or High Middle Ages and FFXV gave no room for either society to happen after the fall of Solheim and the rise of King Somnus...so we left with Dark Ages, y'all, the King Arthur comparisons are obvious, but Ardyn is no Arthur and Somnus is no Mordred, Aera is only Guenevere if you make up an affair with Somnus, Gilgamesh is no Bedwyr/Bedivere, but uh...they both amputees and the oldest companions to their respective kings so...I guess. Anyway making an ancestor of Cor Leonis and deciding well he's Owain/Yvain, or am Ignis type as idk Sir Cai/Kay I guess, they both cook, but Cai's more like Seifer Almasy than any FF character... Anyway I'm losing people.

My plan was to just scrap the FFXV prequel, leave my Somnus ideas into Overtime (a gangster and gods story) and just plan an actual King Arthur adaptation. I'd have King Arthur the treasure hunter, leader of a warband turned founder of Camelot who fights giants, giant cats and dogheads, but also fights King Claudas of the Franks and King Aelle of the Saxons and Cerdic a Briton who puts in his lot with the Saxons, etc. It'd been a a glorified turf war, meanwhile Arthur's gotta make alliances with King Pelles, The Fisher King and his strange cult he's founded because, why yes I find the ends justifies the means prophecy of the Holy Grail Quest very culty because Christianity then does not resemble it now. Meanwhile you got the secondary plots of Mordred, Gawain, Lancelot, Percival, Tristam and other's going on because they matter and too many modern King Arthur stories sideline the knights.

So many have always sidelined Mordred as a final boss eldritch abomination in mortal flesh conceived of sin and give him no personality, or complex motives, or even just a relationship with Arthur. I also have noticed the general sidelining of Lancelot, or give him a chad villain upgrade if you must include him at all, and the villainizing of Gawain to the point that you don't even have to have Mordred, or Agravain as a catalyst shit stirrer in court, just slap Gawain's name on Liam Neeson in a top knot and you're good. Mordred can just be a child offscreen until last act...fuck that, while Morgan Le Fay can either be a villainess plotting her cabal through men, or a well-intentioned, ineffectual idiot. Fuck that.

Now Hollywood just be doing King Arthur first acts that suck ass, only for said director to get rewarded failing upwards by giving this same jerk the Aladdin remake. The tonally shitty, crammed in blockbuster mess of a cliche heroe's journey that sucks.

With that background I was excited for The Green Knight. I read an illustrative version as a kid, I read Tolkien's translation as a teenager, I read Simon Armitage's superior, but with liberties taken translation. I was prepped to go knowing that indie, or not they were going to make changes to weave the disjointed poem together. I'm excited that because this movie exists Project Guternberg's finally thrown Jessie Weston's prose rendition up on their website. I'll be reading that at some point when this blows over.

The movie adaptation makes a lot of...choices, many I wouldn't love, but would forgive had their been a payoff. There was none.

The journey was fine, the cinematography was a breath of fresh air after crappy slo mo, glossy action scenes ruined another. Guys, I don't think I want to see a Zack Snyder Excalibur, it'll marginally be better than Guy Ritchie, but that ain't saying anything. Leave Excalibur to the post-Star Wars 80s where it is impeccable for it's time. I liked Green Knight's breathable pacing, it's color palette's in the forests and mountains made up for the muddy grey of every Ridley Scott send up in the castles and villages in every other Dark Ages/Medieval story in the last I don’t know since the shitty 00′s. For all the dark tones when there was blues, greens, yellows or reds, they were vibrant in this movie to contrast the gloom of Britain. The soundtrack was good. This isn't all what makes a movie, but it enhances it so let's get to the story and what I did and didn't like.

Things I Liked: Gawain is still a novice in his career The Costume Dressing Everyone pronounces Gawain's name different. I pronounce it like Gwayne, or Guh Wayne, but here you got Gowen (like Owen), Gowan (like Rowan), or even Garlon who I'm pretty sure is the Fisher King's heir in some versions of that Arthurian story, so uh... The reference to Arthur slaying 960 men with his bare hands (Nennius for the win!) The Waste Land that is implied to be a site of a battle (an important aspect of the Arthurian landscape) The Fox companion No long grisly, drawn out hunting scenes. The Fox lives! No misogynist speeches

Things I'm Mixed: This being a dream, is the magic real? Are the giants? Is the Green Knight a figment of Gawain's imagination from a spell Morgan casted in him to hallucinate? Is Lord and Lady also figments? It's...a way to interpret the poem, but lazy and I don't see why it's got to all fantasy, or all dream...this movie makes it too vague you're stuck picking one camp than to accept it's a fantasy with dream and hallucinatory sequences.

Things I'm Meh: Morgan Le Fay as Gawain's mom. Look I fucking hate Morgause as a character and these two get merged and steal each other's aspects so much at this point the difference is who did they marry, King Urien or King Lot? Both are attributed to being Mordred's mom, Mordred is Gawain's brother...both practice magic depending on certain incarnations, both love and hate Arthur their brother and are in conflict with him. Saint Winifred. I actually liked this sequence, but I don't appreciate her as the tacked on wife in the later dream sequence as like...a contrast between the wife you should marry than the whore next door you don't respect anyway? I don't even know what lesson I'm supposed to get out of the damn dream sequence, or any of it? That Gawain should've married his girlfriend and then he'd be a just ruler? That he shouldn't be king? That he'd never have to make the same heartless, impartial choices? I don't know, he seemed like a king doing king shit because guess what? It never gets easier. Wars will be waged. The world didn't become better because he married the right woman, respected her and lived in obscurity. The world didn't become better because he made her his queen. We certainly don't know the world would be better Gawain had his head chopped off and dead XP They never reveal the Lord and the Green Knight as one and the same because of this shit.

Things I Hated: Arthur withdraws from the challenge because he's old. In poem he takes it on and Gawain takes it so he don't have to and he finds himself more disposable than the king. Gawain only takes the challenge because of arrogance. Arthur and Gawain had no prior personal relationship. I'd not have hated this so much if it wasn't compounded by it cancelling out the first two things. Gawain is portrayed as having no respect for his woman, or any woman, maybe his mother? He has to be pushed by Winifred to regain her head. Gawain is portrayed as arrogant, covetous and ready to pass the buck, or the bare minimum than have any honor or decency. It didn't matter the kid in the wasteland was shithead bandit, the way Gawain acted towards him, when he gets robbed, it almost feels like he deserved it and Gawain doesn't learn a damn lesson. I'll admit him taking the sword to cut his ropes and cutting his hands was a neat sequence, it shows him go from stupid, to almost clever and having will to survive...you know traits he had in the poem, but he stops showing these traits or growing. Basically Gawain has to be dragged kicking and screaming to help people and shows no fortitude when facing temptation, or when showing respect towards others, it's exhausting. You don't make this kind of journey story without character growth. Why are you skipping this? Also is it just me, or is this like when you take Frank Miller Batman and transport him onto a Bill Finger story? This is at best Thomas Malory Gawain (and this is charitable) transported on the earlier Pearl Poet's story. Stop it. It's not tonally correct and goes at odds with the story and the set up characterization you'd need to tell it. Speaking of which, you know how I get through the oof... of Liam Neeson Gawain in Excalibur? By pretending he Agravain instead. Here...I don't even think Gawain could pass as Mordred in spite of his covetous nature, lust and entitlement. Why? because I don't think even Mordred is this dumb to warrant this hubris. Essel being invented as a tacked on love interest just to be shit on utterly and for what? I don't think I have much commentary here as there is no Essel I'm aware of to compare, or stack up. I just notice this trope of like...usually if you include a sex worker in Hollywood she often has a heart of gold, she often has her own sense of values that goes at odds with society, but is more true and less hypocritical than a privileged lady’s. I thought that's what they would've done with the added trope of back at home sweetheart to contrast and pit her against the despicable femme fatale of Lady Bertilak and her adultery and her ladyship...and I'm glad they didn't...but you did nothing with Essel than to shit on her for existing when you made her exist, you know. Lady Bertilak being portrayed as the seductress devil incarnate. Look I know adultery is a touchy taboo, but uh her and Gawain hit it off in the poem, dammit! Her values and his values come to clash, but here it's played off as Gawain is stupid and covetous and Lady Bertilak wants to prove something because...? If my brother's theory that she's a figment of Morgan Le Fay's magic, then I'll take this as a lesson of Gawain is impulsive and covetous and his mom knows it, but he don't want to fuck his mom, but he wants her power, and Morgan wants to teach him a lesson... I guess. Hey we don't have misogynist speeches in this movie, but we'll make sure to have the movie drip with it with no point, or commentary. Pass. Lord guilting, extracting and initiating the same sex kiss and only once. Poem automatically better that Gawain don't have to keep being reminded to keep his part of the bargain and he does it willingly more than once. What he doesn't do is give up his belt...gods how did we get more homophobic as a society that the homoeroticism here is worse? Catholics of the middle ages officially had no issue doing same sex, passionate kissing until it lead to sex. The Ending: The gods damn ending. In the movie as is, Gawain waits to uphold his end of the bargain and get his head chopped off. He imagines, even though we don't get any fuzzy or distortion to indicate this is a dream, but I already knew this was coming, he runs away and comes home, is regarded a hero, he sees his lady, takes her from behind and if you saw Brokeback Mountain (I didn't, but DJ has) you know this is a sign of disrespect to women. He gets her knocked up, pays her off for the kid she wants to keep, he is crowned king, marries the ghostly saint lady he helped retrieve her head earlier from a lake in the movie (this right here is the damn tip off). There's no more dialogue by this point and everything is montaging, so you know by now it's a dream, though nothing is out of focus. He rules as a heartless king, his whore son dies from war he waged, he has a daughter, his wife dies. Gawain then takes off the belt that would've saved his life and his head falls off. This would've been the one good twist, except... In this sequence of events he never had his head cut off so uh... now we back in present day. He decides not to bitch out, Green Knight in a sexy way is like "now off with your head," movie cuts to credits with no resolve...uh what the fuck? What the fuck? This is not good. You wasted the one twist in your dream when idk, you could've...

How I'd fix it: No dream sequence at all. No Incident At Owl Creek twist. Gawain comes home a hero and survivor of this game and ordeal. He wears this belt of shame. He becomes a well-renowned knight, but he bears a shame. One day he goes to take off his belt and his head falls off because he cheated to get this belt and to survive this encounter. There. Done. Improved your high concept movie that couldn't play any of the lessons straight from the damn poem without making everyone an asshole for no reason! Ugh! But nope you had to end it on we don’t know if Gawain lives or dies...because...it's dream magic made from his momma's witchcraft...?

Last Thoughts So then post-credits scene because Marvel because Pirates Of The Caribbean existed. A white girl who looks nothing like Gawain's daughter we see who didn’t pay off, or any child I can remember through this whole movie picks up King Arthur's crown that dream Gawain inherited and puts it on her head. Who is this girl? Are we gonna have an indie equivalent of of the Marvel Movie Universe/Universal Horror Monsters thing with ancient British legends? We gonna get a Life Of Saint Patrick next that crosses over? I don't know. What is this?

[365days365movies]

January 28, 2021: The Fugitive (1993) (Part 1)

Ahem. A reading.

Objectively, there’s only one good movie, and it’s The Fugitive. The Fugitive is the only good movie. Now, if you think I’m capricious, know that I have had this feeling before about other things - I remember when I first read Island of the Blue Dolphins, I was like, “Shut it down, no need to write more book.” Ditto with “The Sign” by Ace of Base - but those feelings didn’t last because eventually I heard “Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe and read a little story wou might have hear of called THE BIBLE? But when t comes to The Fugitive, I have never wavered. The Fugitive is the only good movie.

- Lindy West, Shit, Actually

That was the first paragraph of the first essay of Lindy West’s book, Shit, Actually, the book that, you may recall if you’ve been here from the beginning, started on this exciting, over-ambitiously dumb project of mine. And, no...I have never seen The Fugitive. I didn’t even finish this essay, because I knew I’d wanted to watch this movie for a bit. So, what better way to finish this action-packed journey, than to watch this film?

Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones, two of modern Hollywood’s most legendary curmudgeons, in a movie together! I am excited. I love both of these guys, and this movie is a major hallmark in their careers. It was nominated for 7 Academy Awards, with Jones WINNING for Best Supporting Actor, and is called one of the greatest action films of all time, especially for the decade. AND, it’s based on a television series from the 1960s, just like another entry in this month, Mission: Impossible! Look, I’m excited, so let’s do this, huh?

Gonna find out if Lindy West was right. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

As the credits roll, and views of Chicago flash by us, a murder is also taking place. A woman struggles with an unseen assailant, until eventually being shot. The woman is Helen Kimble (Sela Ward), and her newly-bereaved husband is Dr. Richard Kimble (Harrison Ford), a respected vascular surgeon in the area. As he’s taken to the police station, he flashes back to the last time they were together: a fundraising benefit.

The two seem like a very happy couple, and drive home as Richard is called in to perform an emergency surgery. As he remembers that night, the police question him on the fight and struggle. Apparently, Kimble was there and fought with a one-armed man with a prosthetic arm. And as he answers various probing questions, two things become overly clear: that the cops suspect Kimble of killing his wife, and also that these are really shitty cops.

I don’t know what it is with movie cops, but they’re always absolutely the worst during questioning. Not that it matters, because Kimble would appear to be the only suspect. At the trial, a tape is played that seems to directly implicate Kimble...I guess. Kimble, as a result, is...like, IMMEDIATELY sent to the chair! WOW. That’s...that’s a little extreme there, your honor, don’t you think? Dear God.

Now going to jail, Kimball’s put on a prison bus with other prisoners However, those other prisoners don’t want to stay that way, and orchestrate a breakout on the bus, leading to a crash. One of the guards is injured, and another card asks Kimball to help, and hands him the keys to his handcuffs at his request. However, there isn’t enough time to save him, as the bus has landed in an...inopportune location

Lot of damaged property today. Not a good day for the state of Illinois, I tell you what. Kimble and another prisoner make it out, and flee the scene quick-as-they-can. Arriving soon after them is Deputy U.S. Marshall Samuel Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones). There, one of the guards (who ran away and abandoned his partner) is claiming to have saved his partner, when Kimball’s the one who pulled him out of the bus. He also claims that all of the passengers, Kimball included, are dead.

Although the sheriff is inclined to believe this story, Gerard is less inclined to do so, and takes over the investigation. He basically almost immediately finds out that the guard is lying, and the guard recants his story. Gerard then makes the following speech:

Iconic. Absolutely iconic.

Kimble’s on the run, and skillfully makes his way into a hospital. He treats his wounds from the crash, then shaves his beard and changes his clothes. He passes by a cop who’s SPECIFICALLY LOOKING FOR HIM, and the cop doesn’t even slightly recognize him, even though his dialogue points out that he fits LITERALLY EVERY PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, except for the beard.

Wow. Cops are NOT smart in this movie, huh? Gerard and his coworkers, Cosmo Renfro (Joe Pantoliano), Erin Poole (L. Scott Caldwell), Robert Biggs (Daniel Roebuck), and Noah Newman (Tom Wood) go over Kimball’s file, and discover that the injured guard recognized him at the hospital. Kimball’s also stolen an ambulance, resulting in a chase between Kimball in the ambulance, and the Marshals in a helicopter. He finds himself trapped in a tunnel.

Somehow, he manages to weasel his way out, escaping from right under their noses into a storm drain. They chase him into the tunnel, with Gerard following in the lead. However, Kimble, who’s armed, manages to get the drop on Gerard, grabs his gun, and the following exchange takes place.

ICONIC ONCE MORE.

Kimble runs, and Gerard chases him to the top of a spillover above a dam, AND THAT MOTHER FUCKER JUMPS

GUY DID A PETER PAN RIGHT OFF OF THE DAM (to quote Gerard). AWESOME.

Gerard ain’t playin’ around, despite the likelihood of Kimble’s death. He gets them to turn off the damn dam water, and to get a team to search for Kimble’s body. Which is gonna be hard, because HE SURVIVED THAT MASSIVE ASS FALL. SICK. 

But he understandably collapses a few minutes later, after climbing onto shore. In his sleep, he dreams of Helen. Said dream seamlessly transitions from peacefully romantic bliss to the night of the murder, and Kimble’s struggle with the mysterious one-armed man.

The Marshals, in the meantime, find Kimble’s fellow prisoner, and Gerard takes him out without a second word. When questioned by a fellow officer why he didn’t bargain with the guy, he simply says, “I. Don’t. Bargain.” Tough man. But I like him? Whaaaaaat?

Kimble wakes up and hitches a ride back into Chicago, on a mission to search for the one-armed man. He calls his lawyer, Walter Gutherie (Dick Cusack), who tells him to turn himself in. He refuses, and tells Walter that he’s in St. Louis. Doesn’t fool the Marshals, though, who’ve procured a recording of the call (probably by bugging Walter). They recognize from the background that the call is coming from Chicago.

In Chicago, Richard gets in contact with another friend, Dr. Charlie Nichols (Jeroen Krabbé), who provides him with some money, allowing him to get a temporary place to stay. Kimble, meanwhile, gets in contact with the stupid...STUPID cops from the interrogation scene, and they inform the rest of the department of Kimble’s escape.

Kimble isn’t acting overly intelligent himself, as he goes RIGHT BACK to his old hospital to go to the prosthetics lab, to try and discern the type of prosthetic, as well as the source. The Marshals head there, too, to speak with Charlie. While he admits that he saw Kimble that morning, he doesn’t have any other information to give him. They go around interviewing everybody at the hospital who knew him, including...Jane Lynch?

...Huh. Neat! Anyway, they investigate Kimble, and Kimble takes up an identity as a hospital worker, teaching himself about prosthetics all the while. But one day, as he’s sleeping, the police raid the apartment that he’s staying in, as her son is a drug dealer. A narrow escape for an anxious Kimble.

Having now remembered what the prosthetic looked like, he poses as a janitor and makes his way into the prosthetics lab. On the computer, he searches for the model of prosthetic arm. He finds 5 matching records for prosthetic limbs.

But Chicago is busy tonight. While the landlady’s son is spilling the beans on Kimble to the cops, a bus crash has happened, sending several young kids into the hospital as Kimble’s about to leave. And one boy appears to be in a lot of trouble. The doctor in charge, Anne Eastman (Julianne Moore), asks Kimble to take him to a waiting room, believing that the boy is stable. They’ve written the boy off as stable, but Kimble, being a brilliant doctor, knows that something seems wrong. Covertly, he fills out a chart, then saves his life by getting him to surgery.

Eastman figures out that Kimble’s saved his life, and figures out exactly who he is. On her way to report him, he escapes the hospital just as the Marshals arrive.

Halfway point! See you in Part 2!

[simsadventures]

Better Like This: Chapter 3: Tactics

Chapter Summary: You try to get closer to Bucky via his friends. What happens when your plan works out all too well?

Warnings: jealous Bucky (maybe, what do I know), a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, swearing, Sam being a smart-ass, slow-burn fic, fist fight, blood, hurt Omega

Word Count: 3229

A/N: Once again, thank you so much for the feedback on the previous chapter, you guys are amazing. This story is kinda slow-burn, so I hope all of you are ok with that. Again, if you would like to see this story take a certain direction, let me know and I’ll see what I can do with it xx

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It’s been almost two weeks since your first day at the unit. After trying a few more times to actually get Bucky to talk to you (unsuccessfully, of course, his growling would get the room quiet every time) you decided to ease off. You weren’t about to give up on your true mate. Not even close. His scent was intoxicating, and you loved spending your time in the office just so you could catch some lingering smell left after him. 

You decided to give him space and to let him come to you when he would feel like it. And you knew he would eventually have to feel like it, he couldn’t be immune, for christ’s sake. 

Meanwhile, you tried to get to know the team better. You and Scott became almost inseparable during those days, you’d spent a few nights at his house, dining there and getting to know Hope. She was the most intelligent person you’ve probably ever met and her beauty? Wow! You would always tell Scott how lucky he was to get a mate like her. He knew it, of course, but his ego grew whenever people saw his amazing mate by his side, always looking up to him proudly and lovingly. 

You even went for a beer with Tony, Bruce, and Natasha, having one hell of a good time. Tony and Bruce were so cute, you thought your teeth might rot from all the fluff around you. You were happy for them; definitely, it was just that you wanted what they had, and were kinda jealous. But only a little bit. 

You loved to bake and so every time you baked some cookies or muffins, you brought them to work, to make your colleagues happy and giddy like little kids. The first time you brought something with you, they all hugged you so tightly and pronounced love so loudly that you could just laugh and with the same breath promise them that you’d bake more. 

The only reserved people were Bucky, Sam, and your Captain. You knew they were all friends and shit, but you couldn’t understand why they didn’t talk to you when it wasn’t necessary. You got that Steve was your captain and that you probably shouldn’t be too familiar with him, but Sam? That was another story. And you had plans for that also. 

The case you were working on went cold after about a week, as there were no new leads, no witnesses and worst of all, the victim died during a surgery. You were still trying to figure some stuff out, but without sufficient evidence, there wasn’t much you could do. 

You were sitting at your table, discussing possible motives for the Omega’s murder with Scott, your baked goods on the table with only a few chocolate chip cookies left. You could see Sam entering the door, without Bucky, and you took your chance. 

You stood up quickly, grabbed the plate and marched towards Sam, with something as a piece offering cookies. “Hey, I saved you some, I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chips, but I took my chance. I swear I’m not trying to poison you, Sam,” you giggled and stretched your hand with the plate on it towards Sam. He smirked and shook his head but took one cookie nevertheless. Win! “Well, I must try some, Stark wouldn’t shut up about your blueberry muffin, so I guess you’re real good at this, huh?” And he is making small talk, you thought, yes! 

“They almost tore my arm from my body just to get to those muffins quicker, they are monsters, I’m telling you.” 

Sam laughed a little and then moaned. Kinda. “Oh my God, Y/L/N, these are perfect, I mean, they taste like heaven! What the… I’m one of the monsters now! You got me addicted!” 

“Uhm, thank you, I guess,” you giggled at the look in front of you. Sam was stuffing his mouth with your cookies with one hand, while the other was trying to pick as many crumbs, he could reach, to have a little more taste. 

“So chocolate chip ok with you, Wilson?” “Hell, anything’s good with me as long as it comes from those heavenly hands. And by the way, who doesn’t like chocolate chip, huh?” You’d laugh with him, but a vicious growl stopped you.

“Me,” Bucky said, chest heaving, jaw set and eyes almost glowing. With anger? Who knew, but you weren’t about to speak up, he looked like he’d kill you if you even took a breath. You didn’t know if Sam was oblivious to his partner’s posture and look, or if he actually wanted to sport a black eye, but he didn’t shut up.

“C’mon, Buck. If you tried Y/N’s cookies, you would’ ve-“ he was interrupted by another low growl. “I don’t need to try anything to see that it just doesn’t suit me. That I wouldn’t like it, even if I’ve never tried it. But I’m telling you, Sam, back off.” 

Never tried? Who has never tried a freaking chocolate chip cookie? Is he some gluten-free, sugar-free raw freak? (no offense here, guys) What the hell? You looked at him dumbfounded not really understanding what he was talking about.

There was probably going on a silent conversation between Bucky and Sam because they were staring each other down, you somehow in the middle of them, still looking at Bucky questionably. 

What you didn’t know was that the previous weekend, Steve and Sam ambushed Bucky at his apartment, with some cold beers and a take out. They desperately needed to find out what was really happening (or not happening, in this case) between the two of you, and because they are such nosy little shits, they needed to know it like yesterday.

Bucky was desperately trying to throw them out, really wasn’t in the mood to sit with tow assholes, no matter that they were his best friends. He knew what kind of questions would come up, and he was doing everything in his power to not succumb. 

Needless to say, he didn’t succeed. 

“SHE IS YOUR WHAT?” Sam yelled in the most high-pitched voice Bucky’s ever heard. “She is your fucking mate- no, no, no, she is your fucking TRUE mate, and you just what, ignore her? Growl at her? Have you lost your goddamn mind, Barnes?”

While Sam was having his little, although very loud meltdown, Steve was just shaking his head. He nudged Sam, who looked at him mid-sentence and immediately shut up when he saw Steve’s face. 

“So, you are telling us, that you were so lucky to have found your true mate, the one person who was literally made to be with you, made FOR you, and you decided not to act on it? That’s what you’re telling us, Buck?” 

Bucky stared into his best friend’s eyes, trying to get him to understand without actually having to talk about it. Steve felt it, he always did, but he wasn’t willing to let go. Not this time.

“I know you’ve been hurt and stuff, but, why do you think Y/N must necessarily be the same as-“ 

“Don’t even say her name. Why do I need to explain myself to you two? I’m a grown-ass Alpha, who decided to forever live a bachelor life and you should understand that. Or don’t, I don’t give a shit, just don’t tell me what to do or what not to do.” 

“Sure thing, buddy. Just one question, doesn’t her smell like, drives you nuts?” Sam asked him incredulously. “Her smell? Pff, no way, don’t even know what she smells like, told ya, not interested.” Everyone in the room knew it wasn’t true, and Bucky knew they knew. He was just glad they didn’t press him even more.

The truth was, he knew precisely what she smelt like, and if he closed his eyes, he could even feel you on the tip of his tongue. She smelt like freshly cut grass, with a hint of vanilla and coconut- the perfect mix of fresh and sweet at the same time. But he couldn’t think about it about you! 

Sam wanted to push his buttons a little more“So, you cool working with your true mate, not being able to touch her? Seeing other Alphas being all over her?” Bucky growled involuntarily. His Alpha side wanted to jump out of his skin, find you, and claim you so that no other Alpha would even lay their eyes on you. His logical side shook all those thoughts away. Nothing good ever came from an Omega, he reminded himself, trying to chase images of you with another man from his mind.

“Pf, you’re totally cool and not interested, my man.” This earned Sam a punch into a shoulder, which Sam knew would bruise, as it did many times before. He really admired his own shoulder for never giving up on him and actually not shattering after so many years of these hard-ass punches by his partner.

Steve was watching them with a smirk. All he wanted was for his best friend to be happy, to let his walls down and let you in. He knew at that moment he would not let Bucky ruin his own life. Not on Steve’s watch. 

So when you came towards Sam with those damn-good cookies, he knew he wanted to push Bucky to some action. Sam saw in Bucky’s eyes, damn, his whole posture, that he wasn’t having fun. Sam just couldn’t see if it was Bucky’s anger that Sam was actually bringing it up again, or if he was jealous. 

Your plan was simple: get Sam to like so that Bucky could see that you get along with one of his best friends and would get through his thick skull that he could get along with you too. The first part of the plan worked out all too well. Sam loved those cookies, and you two were having fun, well, until Mr Growling-All-the-Time came. 

Sam’s voice got you back to reality. “Well, if you aren’t willing to try, then trust me, someone will. For a start, I think these smell delicious and the taste? Wow, even better, ain’t it true, Y/N? What do you put in ‘em.”

You frowned but answered him nevertheless. “Uhm, sure, I guess, it’s my grandma’s recipe, the secret-not-so-secret ingredient is vanilla.”

“Aaah, vanilla, that’s it. I love me some vanilla, let me tell you, girl!” 

You were looking at Sam, not really getting where he was going, so what you couldn’t quite see was Bucky’s whole body going rigid, before he lunged at Sam from across the room. 

What Bucky didn’t seem to realize, was the closeness between you and Sam, so when he jumped at Sam, he inevitably had to go through you. He didn’t even seem to see you, the venom in his eyes was blinding him momentarily. And because you didn’t see him coming, you couldn’t duck, you couldn’t step away, nothing. You had only time to turn your head to see Bucky being almost on you and brace yourself for the impact.

The crush of three bodies was stronger than you would’ve anticipated. Bucky’s body collided mainly with yours, only his hands grabbing Sam and pulling him closer to him so he could get a good punch. Sam was as shocked as you were. He knew he was getting under Bucky’s skin, but didn’t think it would have such effect.

You fell down like a sack of potatoes. You tried to stop the fall by extending your arms (which must’ve looked great, like a little bird learning to fly but failing miserably) but failed mainly because your left arm caught the corner of one of the tables and you could only feel the searing pain shooting through your lower arm. 

You landed with a thud, accompanied by a louder thud, that when your head hit the ground after your body. You laid there, splayed like a starfish, all of your limbs facing different directions. You tried to blink away the black dots, but the more you tried to blink, the more dots you saw. You couldn’t hear any voices, the high-pitched ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing the whole team running towards you and the guys, who didn’t realize what was happening until Steve and Tony separated them.

They were both able to throw about two good punches, knowing they would both be sporting matching black eyes. “Enough!” Steve’s voice boomed through the room. “Are you two so childish you have to fight at the unit? Can’t you take it to the ring after the shift, huh? Not only are you disrupting the piece of the team and the work being actually done, but you also hurt one of our own too.”

With that, both men’s eyes shifted towards where you were standing before the fight occurred, but could only see Scott, Bruce, and Natasha being crouched above someone on the ground.

Bucky nudged Tony to his ribs so that he could get away from him and closer to you. He jumped to your side and tried to touch you, but someone’s hand stopped him in his movement. He looked up and saw it was Scott, with a threatening look in his eyes, holding him back. 

“Haven’t you done enough? You don’t need to pretend that you care about her well-being when we both know that you don’t.” 

Bucky growled. Again. “Get your hands off of me, Lang.” Scott wanted to say something else, but you groaned audibly from underneath them.

The ringing in your ears stopped, and the black dots weren’t occupying your whole vision, so you tried to blink the rest of them away, only to see Bucky and Scott above your head, Scott gripping tightly on Bucky’s hand, preventing him from touching you.

At one hand, you were super thankful to Scott, he knew how much you were hurting, and when you admitted that Bucky was indeed your true mate, you had your hands full with stopping Scott from marching into Bucky’s apartment and kicking him into his shin.

On the other hand, you wanted to feel what Bucky’s touch was like. You wanted to engulf yourself in his smell and just stay in that safe cocoon. 

You realized soon enough that Bucky wasn’t your safe place because he never once allowed you to come close to you and the side thankful to Scott was suddenly stronger. 

“Ouch, my head! And why does my arm hurt so fucking much?” you rasped, avoiding Bucky’s searching eyes. Everyone’s heads turned toward your arm, and a hiss escaped Bruce’s mouth. “Well, that’s a nasty gash, Y/N. I think you’ll need some stitches.”

You groaned again, now totally annoyed. “Awesome, that’s just… perfect, really, thanks, guys. What was that even about, Barnes? Jumping at us like that, because of what, goddamn cookies?” Your annoyance transformed itself into being totally pissed. You tried to sit up and suddenly felt a tingling sensation on your back from someone’s touch. Bucky. 

You really wanted to let him do anything to you as long as he was not growling and actually being there with you, but, at the same time, you were on the ground, bleeding and possibly with a concussion because of him.

You smacked his hand away. “Don’t,” was the only thing you said to him. “C’mon, Omega, let me-“ 

Now it was your time to growl. “Omega? Really? So suddenly, I’m an Omega to you? Till about 30 seconds ago, you didn’t want to see me, let alone speak to me and god forbid that I would try to touch you. You said you never wanted an Omega, so how about you let me alone here, with people who actually give a shit about me? Let’s not pretend like you’re one of them.”

You knew your words were laced with venom, but the two frustrating weeks, trying to catch his scent, trying to catch a glimpse of him, those two weeks took a toll on you. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were deeply hurt by Bucky’s behaviour. And you weren’t about to be a good submissive Omega. You didn’t want to be one of those girls who are being hurt continuously but are still fishing for attention, and when they get, they get all cuddly and wet. 

Nope. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

He looked hurt, but you tried to ignore him, as Scott and Bruce helped you sit on the nearest chair. What you, therefore, couldn’t see, was Bucky’s face contorting into a pained expression, when you preferred another Alpha touching you, helping you. Bucky knew he had no right to be jealous, and if he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t even try to touch you, let alone call you an Omega. 

That was one of the most intimate or insulting ways to address a person one could imagine, depending on the person uttering those words. He knew he had no right for the level of intimacy it required and he definitely didn’t mean to insult you at that moment, it just slipped. 

Those two weeks, he tried to do everything in his power to stay away from you, but seeing you helpless and hurt on the ground? Hurt by him? That clouded his judgment, and he didn’t really care about anything but your safety and well-being at the moment. He didn’t get a grip on himself. He wasn’t about to let you hurt him the way Amber did.

He swore once that he would never let anyone that close and he truly wanted to keep his own promise to himself. The only problem was that you were starting to get under his skin, despite him preventing you in every possible way he could think of.

He was sure he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak, not from his true mate anyway. But he was drawn to you in ways he never thought possible. His heart secretly cherished every second he could spend somewhere near you and your intoxicating smell and your adorable laugh. Ugh, he was growing soft! 

His heart jumped when he heard you hiss because Bruce began the work of stitching up your arm and his head snapped towards the Omega helping you to get better, actually thinking he could stop Bruce from getting you into more pain.

He was stopped mid-way by Steve’s voice. “Wilson, Barnes, my office, NOW!” Shit, Steve was pissed, and he knew there was no way he would talk his way out of this one. 

Scott was holding your other hand, letting you squeeze the life out of it because the stitching was not as painless as you hoped it would be. He leaned in and whispered to your ear: “Well, he didn’t have to hurt you and he’s so up for some ass-kicking but one thing we know for sure, he’s not immune to you, and we have to use it against him.” You looked over at Scott, who was now smirking devilishly and had to laugh a little, before Bruce’s needle went through your skin again, followed by a very silent “sorry” by Bruce.

“So, what do you propose I do, Scott?”

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Light Secrets - pt. 2

A/N: Okay, don’t hate me. My sister was giving a great motivational song. Omg this is so good. I hope you like it. This gave me so much of Scott and Alisson feels.

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You hoped that date wouldn’t turn out to be something more. You hoped that it wouldn’t be the first step into a relationship but deep down, you craved it. You craved to be with him more than you ever did before and after that date, the two of you were closer than ever. 

He was a realy gentleman, kind, charming, gentle... That was why you agreed on a second date, third and all the others that came after. 

You and the forbidden fruit were now a couple. 

Two months into the relationship and both still in love more than ever. He was such a great boyfriend. He wasn’t afraid to show others that the two of you were a thing. He walked you to class, he sat next to you every chance he could, he introduced you to his friends, always offered to help you with your studies only to be near you, kept giving you his sweaters because he loved seeing you in them and always, ALWAYS kissing you at every opportunity. 

Remus Lupin was in love with you and so were you in love with him. It was perfect. The two of you were perfect, in sync and harmonic. 

Until the day of the full moon came. 

You were walking through the corridor with Remus, hand in hand and both smiling to what he was saying, always charming and cheerful words, when you saw your parents talking to McGonagall at the end of the hallway. 

Before you could do anything about it, your parents noticed you and the boy you held your hand with tight. Your father tensed up and walked to the two of you meanwhile your mother stayed behind. 

“(y/n).” he nodded at you, than sternly looking at Remus beside you. 

“D-dad. What are you doing here?” you spoke nervously, to which your father caught on pretty soon.

“Surprised?” he quirked a corner of his mouth.

“Y-yeah!”  you kept stuttering but your father completely ignored that, looking directly at the boy next to you. 

“You must be her boyfriend then?” he scanned Remus from head to toe. 

Remus quickly let go of your hand and offered it to your father. “Remus Lupin, sir.” he said meanwhile your father shook his hand firmly. 

“Middle name?” your father asked. 

“John.” Remus replied casually and with a smile. 

“After your father?”

“Grandfather.”

“Mother’s?” 

“Dad!” you warned him but was ignored.

“Yes actually.” 

“So she must be-”

“Dad!” you shot him a glare which your father caught and stopped interigating.

Your father smiled gently and let go of Remus’ hand, putting his hand on Remus’ shoulder and squeezing it. “Quite a grip there, Remus John Lupin. Quidditch?”

You knew where this was leading, that’s why you interfered. “Yes, he does!” you shouted, your father looking at you as well as Remus. 

“It was nice meeting you, Remus John.” he said, letting go of his shoulder. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to my daughter alone.” 

“Yes, of course. Nice meeting you too, sir.” Remus replied while you walked along with your father. 

You didn’t even start asking questions when he started answering on them. “We heard a rumor there was a werewolf inside this school. It is why we decided to hunt him. Mostly because our daughter goes to the same wizarding school-”

“Dad-”

“Little did we know that she was dating one!” he whispered loudly.

“Remus is not-”

“Do not try to deny it,(Y/N)(Y/L/N)!” he pointed his index finger at you.”You know better than this!” 

“Yes I do! I know that not all werewolves are werewolves because they want to be! And he is not like the others. He isn’t!”

“You are so naive, daughter!” He continued to shout. “When he is out there, in his wolf form, you think if he saw you he would offer you his hand to hold?!- No! He wouldn’t! He would tear you into pieces-”

“NO HE WOULDN’T!” you snapped at him.

“WHY?! Because he loves you?!?!” he snapped back. “Let me tell you something!” he took you by the shoulder and brought you up close. “He’s a monster and like any monster, hunger comes first. Love doesn’t play any part.”

“So what are you planning to do?! Kill him?!” tears started to gather in your eyes and you pushed his hand off your shoulder. “Because if you do than you can forget having a daughter!” you continued to shout, feeling the veins in your body clench and the blood in them heat up. 

“No.” your father said suprisingly and you kept looking at him.

“No?” you repeated after him. 

“I see this boy means a lot to you so first I’ll see if you’re right. If he’s like anything you say he is than I’ll let him be. “ he continued to speak. 

“You’re what?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him. 

“Isn’t that what you want me to do?” 

“YES!” you blurted out smiling. “YES! OF COURSE! You’ll see he isn’t like the others!” you shouted, hugged him and ran to class . 

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You spent your whole day with Remus, acting as if nothing has ever happened but continued to give him hints how to win your father over. He caught up pretty quickly and continued to reassure you that parents love him. Of course, that was true but your father wasn’t an ordinary one, neither was your mother. 

It was late at night when you felt something in your stomach. You thought you were hungry but when you sneaked into the kitchen you realiyed you weren’t hungry at all. So you grabbed a couple of cookies and went back to your room. 

You couldn’t shake off the feeling in your stomach, kept rethinking was there an essay you had to write? Or homework you hadn’t finished? Maybe you forgot if there was an exam but it was Friday-

Your thoughts got cought up as your eyes saw a flower on the ground. Not just any flower, no. A wolfsbane. You picked it up and observed it for a moment. In a second you knew. 

He never planned on giving Remus a chance to prove himself good. He was planning on throwing you off the trail so he can have noone trying to stop him. 

So you ran. You ran as fast as your feet could take you. Into the woods, jumping over the roots, tripping over some and picking yourself up again. You stopped, tracked for any leads until facing a big black dog.

He growled at you, positioning himself in attack formation. 

“James I know it’s you. Stop wasting my time.” you said and the dog shut up. 

He turned quickly into a human form and as soon as you realiyed he was naked, you turned around. “Not James but how did you know?!” he asked.

“Sirius?!” you exclaimed, still turning him your back. “I was sure the black dog was James. Guess he’s the deer, then?” 

“A stag.” he corrected you. “And how would you even know about-”

“It doesn’t matter! Where’s Remus?” you cut him off before you could explain yourself and as you heard him hold his breath you quickly continued. “I know what he is Sirius, now if you want him to still be alive tomorrow you’ll ask questions later and help me find him?” 

You heard him conteplate but sooner or later, he turned back into his Animagnus form and led you to Remus. 

Your heart stopped as you saw him. It stopped when you thought that you were too late, seeing your father with an arrowbow and your mother with her wand. Before they could engage, you threw yourself in front of Remus. 

“STOP!” you shouted, Sirius jumping in front of you and growling. 

“Step away, (y/n)!” your father shouted. 

“You said you’d give him a chance to prove himself!” you continued to shout.

“I made that mistake once and I am not repeating it ever again.” he said walking closer to the beast tied up to the tree behind you. 

“You do this and you’ll never see me again. NEVER!” you shouted with tears in your eyes. Your mother behind you lowered her wand as she heard you say that, looking at you with worried eyes. “Mom! You can’t do this!” 

“He’s not who you think he is.” she said, shaking her head at you. 

“I know exactly who he is! And the monster you see in front of you is nothing like the other ones!”

“Step. out. of. the. way.” your father approached you meanwhile Sirius in front of you growled. “Do it, (y/m/n).” he told your mom. 

She looked at you appologetically. “I’m sorry.” she raised her wand, pointing at Remus. “Revelio!” 

Sirius jumped at your father meanwhile Remus started changing back into his own human form, screaming in agony as his bones cracked and twisted. 

Your father called your mother’s name and she shot at Sirius with a stunning spell, Remus was half conscious, confused and looking around when you approached him. 

James came out running from the woods with his wand out and disarming your mother, fighting both her and your father. 

As you became clearer in Remus vision, untying him from the tree, he finally spoke. “(y/N)?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “What-”

“I’m so sorry.” you told him, running back to him as he collapsed on his knees. You put your hand on his cheek and with tears falling down your cheeks, you smiled. “I love you, Remus John Lupin.” and as you tried to help him on his feet, you were pulled away from him. Pulled far away from him. 

Your father was holding you back with his muscular arms,  your arms locked in his hold and your feet under his knees.  “He’s not the one. Trust me. We’re doing this for you.”

“NO!” you screamed. “REMUS RUN! RUN!”

Your mother was now close to Remus, the tip of her wand at his throat as he kept looking up at him. “My daughter is a hunter at heart and an Auror by blood. You won’t prevent her from her destiny.” she waved her wand, casting the killing curse but before she could finish, Sirius disarmed her. You took that chance to knock your father with your head and got free of your his grip, running to Remus with tears falling in all directions. Your vision was completely blurred, your heart clenching, your stomach knotting and your knees barely holding you up but you could see him because he was the one you loved. And those you love, you protect, no matter how scared you are.

You saw your mother pull out her extra wand she always carried, stunning Sirius once again before turning to Remus and casting the killing curse, muffling your father’s shouts, and finishing it. 

Only this time, you were in Remus’ arms when she did....