#i was also literally punching the air when i first watched it because i had been advocating for someone finally wrap a blanket around the

[msbigredmachine]

Power Couple: The Aftermath (Roman Reigns)

When the Tribal Chief falls, no one helps him back up better than you do. Set after the epic main event of Wrestlemania XL.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Warnings: Excess fluff and of course, smut.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Yes, I'm still in my feelings, and there was only one pairing I could properly convey my feelings with, because this has also been their story all along. For new readers, I strongly suggest reading the first two one-shots before delving into this one. Hope you enjoy!

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1,316 days.

All wiped away with three slaps of the referee’s hand to the hard canvas.

Even after Cody rolled away from him, Roman could not move. Hell, he couldn’t breathe. Not when the air had been punched out of his lungs, literally and figuratively. It was only when Dwayne pulled him out of the ring by his pants leg that his body managed to kickstart itself into some sort of motion. And even then, all he could do was turn his head to look back and watch as Cody celebrated in the ring with his wife Brandi, holding his title belt aloft for the whole world to behold as the ultimate symbol of his victory. 

It should have been you and him up there. It should have been him. Again. But it wasn’t. Because the one time he got careless in battle, it cost him everything. Throwing years of hard work down the drain.

And it made him sick to his stomach.

The sound of ‘Kingdom’ blaring through the Lincoln Financial Field Stadium was torture to the former champion’s ears. His legs felt like lead as he dragged his battered body up the ramp, ignoring Dwayne’s baseless, performative complaints about nothing, as he put distance to the tableau of triumph of his opponent. The weight of this defeat was heavy, suffocating even, and he was desperate to get the fuck out of there, to get out of Philadelphia, out of Pennsylvania and all its environs. As he reached the top of the vast WrestleMania stage, pain surged through his abdomen, forcing him to recoil into himself and double over in pain. 

His Wise Man noticed his plight and paused to observe his charge. "My Tribal Chief, are you alright? Do you need-"

Roman shook his head. "I'm fine,” he snapped, willing himself to keep walking until he made it past the curtain. He leaned against the wall and bent over, resting his hands on his knees.

“What can I do, my Tribal Chief?” Paul implored.

“Just…get my wife on the bus and make sure everything’s ready to go. I’ll be there soon."

“Right away my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied eagerly, scurrying off to do as he was told.

It was a good long minute before Roman managed to pull himself back upright, staggering towards his locker room. Walking was so hard, his body hurt so much, but none of it hurt as much as the gut punch of failure. Much worse than any of the bumps he took was the shame, the disappointment engulfing him; so much so that he couldn’t bear to look anyone else in the eye right now.

Because he had failed everyone who cared about him.

He had failed you.

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All good things come to an end. That’s how the saying goes, right? The interesting part of that was that on the surface, it was a throwaway little trope, harmless and benign, until something that meant a great deal to you got taken away in the blink of an eye, or in this case, a three-count. The moment the bell signaled the pinfall that confirmed your husband's time as the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion had come to an end, you knew he would never be the same again.

It wasn't unlike Roman to be a little on edge weeks before a big premium live event. And given the nature of the two main event matches he was locked in for the fortieth annual WrestleMania, you expected he would be grouchy. But this time around seemed different, and not in a good way. He’d been surly towards everybody, including you. He disappeared for hours working out obsessively. He’d even thrown out a female member of the press who had dared to boo him at the press conference on Saturday night. Now, despite the final match of the weekend concluding nearly an hour ago, Roman was yet to return to his tour bus. That only meant one thing; he was not taking this defeat well, and it was up to you to lift him up, like you always did.

When you found the door boasting your husband's name, Heyman was outside, pacing back and forth. The Undisputed title, which you had grown accustomed to seeing on his shoulders on behalf of his Tribal Chief, was missing; a stark, prickly reminder of the outcome of tonight’s proceedings. 

"That bad, huh?" you asked, reading the Wise Man’s expression in a second. In fact, he looked on the verge of tears, his shoulders sagging with despair. The weekend had taken an emotional toll on him, too.

"He won’t come out," he informed you, his usually confident voice shaky and helpless. “He won’t let anyone in and he won’t speak to anyone…”

You raised your index finger to cut him off. "Correction, he won’t speak to anyone that’s not me," you stated, shooting him a warm smile, one among countless others you had shared with him since burying the hatchet after years of friction between you. "Go be with your family, Paul. I’ll handle my husband.”

“He’s my family, too,” he declared softly, the conviction in what you used to call his beady eyes, palpable and heartbreaking, “Both of you are.”

Touched and at a loss for words, you could only look on as he turned around slowly and made the lonely walk down the hallway. Turning back to the locker room door, you sucked a breath between your teeth and blew it out, mentally preparing to confront this task head-on.

You knocked timidly and stuck your head inside. If Roman was in as foul a mood as Paul let on, even you did not want to be there. It had taken a few unfortunate incidents over the years for you to learn that even a kiss from his wife wasn't enough when he got too stressed. It never stopped you from trying, though. Kissing was one of your favorite things to do with him after all.

"Knock, knock," you called out softly, listening for signs of movement as you stepped inside and closed the door. The room that was bustling just a few hours ago was now stripped bare and cloaked in dead quiet. It was an eerie contrast to the majestic, sweeping grandiosity that encompassed his entrance to the ring tonight. “Babe?”

Venturing further inside the room, you found him on the couch, his strong, broad back to you, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. An open bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the coffee table in front of him. His ula fala was draped over the headrest, where his title belt would surely have been. 

This was the reality no one warned you about after a monumental loss. It plunged you into a cold, dark abyss, wrought with biting silence and dreary loneliness now that the show was over and the lights were no longer bright. The what ifs, buts and maybes crooning in your ear like a morbid symphony. It was an experience all too familiar to you unfortunately, and recently, too; you and your husband had traveled down this terrible road following the tragic miscarriage of your son in the summer of 2022.

Stepping in front of him, you wiggled into his personal space and made yourself at home on his lap. Gently wrapping your arms around him, you sighed with relief when he instantly melted into you and his huge arms enveloped your waist, holding on to you like his life depended on it. 

“My baby,” you cooed soothingly, the sound of your lips meeting the side of his head piercing through the emptiness of the locker room. “My love.” 

The audible hitch of his breath at your soft words was expected. In the course of your lifetime, those two little phrases had garnered a poignant significance. As words of comfort and solace first uttered by your mother when you were a child, you murmured those words regularly to Roman between sweet, playful kisses when he was courting you, basking in the bliss of newfound love, and again as part of your wedding vows as you became man and wife. They were the first words you whispered to Laleia the first time she was placed in your arms. They were the words that you had cried yourself to sleep with as you mourned the baby boy you had lost. You and Roman had seen each other at your absolute best and worst, and now, in the isolation of this room, with just the two of you and nobody else, this was another bad moment you had to overcome.

“On Matt’s birthday, too,” Roman finally spoke, wiping at his nose with a sniffle. “Fuck, man.”

“I know,” you replied, running your hand comfortingly up and down his upper arm. As he met your gaze at last, you saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing him like this broke your heart afresh. You held him as close as possible, willing all his pain and his hurt into your soul, wanting nothing more than to take it all away.

"I fucked up," he breathed, his voice raw and choked with misery, "I fucked up out there, babe...I let Dwayne down...I let y'all down. I lost the title and I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what? Over thirteen hundred days as champion?" you countered, "Nine WrestleMania main events? Billions of dollars in revenue? A roof over your child's head and three square meals a day? One loss will never wipe any of that away, don't ever get it twisted."

He exhaled tiredly as he hugged you tighter, resting his head on your shoulder. "I really wish I felt that way right now," he mumbled.

"It'll take some time, but you will," you asserted, running his fingers through his loose hair before tugging it lightly, making him look at you again. "Roman, you changed the industry, just like you said you would when we started this. No one will ever, ever forget what you've done these past four years. Be proud of all of it. You've been through so much, you sacrificed too much to not be proud."

Roman nodded in understanding. He just wished he didn't feel so down. "Baby, I...I want you to know how sorry I am. I know how much you wanted this. And I've been such a dick to you lately-"

You kissed your teeth and waved his apology away. "Nah. That don't matter no more. And I don't care that you didn't win. All I care about is you being safe when you're out there. Being healthy for our family and our daughter, who will be very happy to have her Daddy home, by the way. So we took an L. Okay, we'll only come back stronger. We had one bad night. Guess what? I plan on giving you a better morning, if you know what I mean." You rounded off your words with a wink, your heart blooming when he chuckled in response. "See, there's that smile I love so much. Keep your head up, baby. You did so good tonight. I couldn't be more proud of you."

Roman leaned into you, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in and filling his head with your scent. It was like breathing fresh air. “I love you, Y/N. I love you with all of my heart. I don’t deserve you, I never have.”

The tears you'd been fighting all night resurfaced, but you blinked them away as you captured his lips with yours, your hand sliding over the back of his neck. He clung to you, a different emotion quickly overtaking him as he returned your kiss with a bit of aggression, his tongue whipping hungrily against yours, savoring your mouth as though he was tasting it for the very first time. You surrendered to his every whim, your other hand raking through his hair then caressing gently down to his chest, resting your palm over the spot where his heart pumped for you. You could feel how much he needed this moment of intimacy, and you had no qualms giving him anything he asked for.

With one quick tug of your legs, Roman had you straddling him on the couch, bringing you chest to chest with your lush backside resting on his growing bulge. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath, then sealed your mouths again, his tongue invading, probing, a moan rumbling in his chest when you matched his energy, the emotions take over this loving embrace. He could never get enough of you, of the passion that overwhelmed him by your mere presence, immersing him in a love and gratitude he would always feel for you no matter what state of mind he was in.

Eventually, you pulled away from each other, breathless, panting, lips glistening with each other’s saliva. His heart raced at the familiar gleam in your darkened eyes. You weren’t done with him, not just yet, and this was confirmed as you slowly slid off him and sank to your knees between his spread thighs, pushing the front of his shirt up to expose his newly honed six-pack abs.

“Do you know how fucking hot you looked tonight, Daddy?” you purred to him, leaning in to run your tongue over the ridges of muscle on his taut belly. “Last night? All week? Do you have any idea of all the nasty shit I’m gonna do to you on the bus?”

Roman’s dick jumped in his joggers as his imagination ran wild. He squirmed in his seat, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth as your tongue lapped at his belly, your mouth warm on his skin, all while you rubbed the fullness of his bulge straining eagerly against your touch. “Baby girl…” he choked out, as your fingers peeled the waistband of his pants, unveiling his big, beautiful brown dick. 

“Hmm, commando. I like it,” you commented with a smirk, curling your fist around his turgid length.

“Babe, wait…ain’t Paul outside?”

“I sent him home. Plus, won't be the first time he's seen me suck you off.” Your small hand massaged his blunt, plum-shaped head as you licked a trail along the underside of his dick, enjoying the gasps of pleasure that he made. Licking up the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip, your mouth opened wider to take him in. He stared you down with an intense look in his dark irises, which soon fluttered shut as your lips wrapped tight around his flesh, his stomach tensing as he felt himself slide deeper inside. “Awww, fuuuck,” he moaned.

Pulling back for a second, you held his lust-filled stare and stroked his dick a little harder, giggling when it twitched in your grip. A defiant look clouded your eyes as you licked at his tip before pushing him back into your mouth. It was enough for him to nut by just watching you, the visual of your lips sliding slowly up and down his length, that sexy mouth of yours making sweet love to his dick. It felt so good that he sank further into the plush leather of the couch, his head rolling back lazily against the headrest, his toes curling inside his brand new Air Reigns sneakers. All the pain and punishment his body had endured tonight melted away and was replaced with much more pleasurable sensations.

“I love the way you suck my dick, wifey,” he praised you, forcing himself to observe you through his barely open eyelids. “Mmm, that slutty little mouth is warm as fuck…You so sexy, baby, keep lookin’ up at me like that...” 

His raspy growls had you glancing back up at him, batting your pretty eyelashes as you sucked him off. Wetness pooled between your thighs at his famished expression. Completely aroused, you picked up the pace as your hands and your mouth worked in tandem, sucking and stroking his dick, pleasuring him from tip to base. His breathing became heavier as he throbbed against your tongue, his hands finding the back of your head as he got lost in the paradise of your warm, wet mouth. 

“Damn, baby. I bet that pussy leakin’ for me right now. You gettin’ wet sucking Daddy off, beautiful?” he taunted, his tongue swishing over his bottom lip at the same time your tongue swirled around the base of his shaft. The little moan that escaped your throat told him he was right. Of course he was; he knew his wife better than anybody else. “Good girl. Keep goin', I want that pussy extra wet. I’ma lick all that shit up when we get on the bus.”

With another soft moan, you crawled closer to his body and bore down on him, bobbing your head up and down that long, fat cock. Scooping your hair up into his large fist for leverage, Roman rocked his hips upwards from his seated position, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat to take him deeper, moaning around his dick and letting him know how much you were enjoying him fucking your face. You rolled his balls in your hand, caressing the heavy, tightened sac to send him over the edge. It was working, as he began thrusting faster, his husky groans of pleasure amplifying as he neared his release.

“Unnnhh, baby, here it comes…Fuck, open your mouth,” he gasped, not waiting for you to do so as he yanked you by your hair to free himself from your intoxicating mouth. You quickly opened wide as he grabbed his cock and jerked it desperately against your tongue. He caught sight of the glazed-over quality of your gaze, and he knew that your panties were completely ruined, your pussy dripping with your need for him. He planned to take care of that very soon.

It was a show more spectacular than Mania, the sight of his gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, his head thrown back, eyes rolled to the heavens as his orgasm washed over his big body. Your moans harmonized together with each spasm of his cum down your throat, making you swallow every drop he unleashed. His grip on your hair was tight and almost painful, but you were turned on anyway, aroused by the knowledge that no one brought him to this state of paramount pleasure like you did. Licking your lips, you scooped him back into your mouth to clean him up, released him with a soft pop when you finished, and tucked him back inside the confines of his joggers. You giggled as he stared dazedly at the ceiling, licking his lips to catch his breath, his big frame slack and helpless as he recovered from the intense orgasm.

"Goddamn, baby...Shit," he groaned.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stood up and sat back on his lap, welcoming the gentle press of his mouth to yours in a sweet, grateful kiss. “You feel better, Daddy?” you asked.

"Much better. I needed that so much. Thanks, baby," he smiled up at you, his stomach doing flips as you smiled back. He truly was the luckiest man in the world.

“Mm-hmm. Luckily, there’s more where that came from,” you assured him with another kiss before getting to your feet and pulling him up to his. “Come on, Daddy. Let's go home. We got a toddler to take care of. We'll figure out all the other stuff when it's time."

He nodded in agreement and squeezed your hand. “Okay, baby. Home it is.”

A new chapter in your story had been opened tonight, and the path ahead seemed uncertain and even scary. But you both took pride in the fact that as long as you kept writing it together, your love story was going to remain as beautiful as it already was.

But make no mistake about it; Roman Reigns was going to rule the wrestling world again. That was one story that was never going to end.

THE END

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Thoughts? How sappy was this😢Was quite cathartic for me, loved writing it.

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting!

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[cumonweasley]

You’re So Pretty, Eddie Munson

Summary: Hii, love. Can I request some fluff with Eddie, where the reader asks him to go to Nancy's party and he's reluctant, because he doesn't like the people that will be there from school, but ofc he goes because he's in love with the reader and can't say no to her. Reader is a little drunk when he gets there and automatically jumps into his arms when she sees him, the whole night she's telling him how pretty he is and how much she loves him. And he's scared she's only saying it cause she's drunk. also, for the eddie one-shot with drunk reader- she's clingy the whole night, plays with his rings and his hair and Eddie's so ajsjbdhdh, because reader isn't ashamed to be seen with him and it makes him fall even more in love with her. And it's friends to lovers.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: nun but floof

A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!!! I FEEL LIKE I COULD’VE DONE WAY BETTER IDK IDK IDK LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THIIINNNKKKKK

p.s. i haven’t edited this so PLEASE BE NICEEE

“Come on, pleaseeeee?” you beg your best friend, shaking his arm in the process.

Eddie gives you a weird look as he watches you throw a mini fit beside him. “I don’t know Y/N.”

“Please?” you pout up at him. “Why don’t you wanna go?”

“I just- I don’t wanna go to a party where people from school are gonna be. I already get enough shit from them at school, I don’t need to get shit from them out of school too. You know I don’t like these… people.” He makes a face of disgust as he looks around the hallway, glancing over at some classmates as he spoke.

“Everyone’s gonna be too drunk to even comprehend that you’re there, plus you’ll be with me the whole time and I won’t let anything happen.”

You stop walking and flex for Eddie, throwing a few punches at the air to give him a full example of what you’ll do if anyone bothers him. He shakes his head and you miss when he looks at you with adoration before throwing an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in close.

Eddie can’t pinpoint when he started to have feelings for you, all he knew was that as each day passed he fell for you more and more. You were one of the few people who really knew him - who took their time to get to know him and he appreciated that so much. Most people take one look at him and turn the other way but you? You went head first into Eddie Munson’s world and planted a permanent seed in his life.

“Fine, I’ll go to Nancy Wheeler’s stupid party. But only because those punches were very convincing.”

You gleam up at him and yell out ‘yes!” causing people in the hallway to look over at the two of you but you pay them no mind as you do a little happy dance.

Eddie’s eyes go wide as he quickly placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you. “Alright, alright, calm down, yeah? People are staring, you kook.”

You nod, still happy he said yes and the two of you continue your way to your car.

“My punches were pretty good, huh?”

Eddie laughs.

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It’s almost midnight when Eddie arrives at Nancy’s party. Sure, it started at 9 but honestly, who’s ever on time to parties? Definitely not Eddie Munson.

He pushes past all the drunk people on the lawn, rolling his eyes at how stupid they looked and turned away from the couple that was sucking each others faces off in the driveway. Yuck.

Finally he makes it inside the house. The music is booming and there’s so many people jumping around, dancing, drinking, and just being loud in general and he wonders how one of Nancy’s neighbors hasn’t called the police yet. But, he continues onward as his eyes search for only one person. The only reason he’s there tonight. You.

There’s so many people and he has yet to see you. He almost gives up right then and there, thinking of going back home and just going to your house tomorrow to tell you why he left but a yell catches his attention.

“Eddie!” he turns around just in time for you to quite literally throw yourself into his arms. “You made it!”

Eddie smiles. “I told you I’d come, didn’t I?”

Your arms, which were around his neck, squeeze a bit harder as you say into his ear, “‘M so glad you’re here.”

You pull away from him and he gets a good look at your face. He notices your eyes are a bit droopy and that you had been slurring your words and he shakes his head, smiling at you.

“You’re already drunk, Y/N?”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “No! ‘M not drunk! I only had…” you trail off and start counting your fingers before saying, “two drinks!”

Eddie giggles. “Yeah,” he says, “two drinks.”

“Yes.” you nod. “Two.”

Your fingers entwine with his and you lay your head on his arm as you guide him to where you were previously. This causes Eddie to blush immensely and he hopes you’re too far gone to notice.

You take him to the kitchen, booze on display on the counter as you walk up to a big bowl of punch and grab yourself a drink. Eddie assumes the punch is spiked. Typical high school shit.

You take a sip of your drink before raising it toward Eddie. “Want some? Is good.”

There’s a drunk smile on your face as you slur your words and Eddie smiles back. “Nah, I’ll stick to water tonight.”

“Hmph.” you pout, “I don’t wanna be the only one drinking though.”

“Y/N/N, everyone here is drinking. You’re not the only one.”

“I don’t care about everyone else though,” you look up at him with sad eyes and he melts inside. “I just care about you.”

“Shit…” Eddie mutters, turning his head to the side. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush. He turns his head back to look at you as he says, “Someone needs to be sober enough to get us both home and I think you’ve had one too many cups of ‘punch’ for you to be driving.”

You sigh and cuddle up to his side, looking up at him. “Fineee.”

You watch as he grabs a bottle of water for himself and unscrews the cap, taking a few gulps before twisting the cap back on. He catches you staring at him and gives you a questioning look.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty, Eddie Munson. Do you know that?” You smile up at him stupidly.

His face goes bright red and he’s pretty sure the people way across the room can see him. Eddie Munson’s here? No way! Where is he? Oh, he’s the one all the way over there with the face as red as a Coca-Cola can.

“Um,” Eddie manages to get out, “wow, you’re really drunk, huh?”

“Maybe.” you shrug. “But I still know when I see someone pretty.”

Eddie coughs and digs one of his hands in his pocket as he looks anywhere but you out of embarrassment. No one has ever told him he was attractive let alone pretty. God, did it sound so good coming from you and he hates the effect you have on him. The way he could be in a shit mood but the minute you speak to him, he’s better. Or the way he could be serious and straight-faced one minute but when he sees you, he busts out in a goofy ass grin. If only you knew.

While he’s in his thoughts, you pull him with you away from the kitchen and toward the living room where you run into Steve who looked like he was frantically searching for someone.

“Steeb!” you grin with your hand laced with Eddie’s.

“Hey, Y/N, Eddie.” he responds.

Eddie nods his head. “Sup.”

“Have any of you seen Robin? I promised I’d watch her tonight but she managed to slip away from me and now I don’t know where she’s at.” Steve says as he looks around the room worriedly.

“Mmm, no, haven’t seen her. Been with Eddie.” you say as you cuddle up to Eddie with a smile.

He blushes yet again and Steve takes a second away from looking for Robin to smirk while giving Eddie a suggestive look which makes the latter mouth ‘stop’.

“What’s going on here?” Steve says anyway, disregarding Eddie’s pleas as he points between the two of you.

“Harrington I swear to-”

“I just love Eddie so much, Steeb.” you cut Eddie off and place a kiss on his arm. “Isn’t he the prettiest person you’ve ever seen? Look at him.” you look up at him and your hands take hold of his face. “So pretty.”

Eddie is a blushing mess in your hands which causes Steve to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah,” Steve giggles, “so pretty.”

“Y/N/N…” Eddie murmurs softly. God he thinks he’s about to have a heart attack with the way his heart is rapidly beating right now.

He tries to take your hands off of him but you refuse. “Your eyes are so pretty, and your nose is so pretty, and your lips are so pretty, and your hair is so pretty, and your hands are so pretty, and-”

“Y/N/N, stop.” he manages to speak, a blush clearly visible on his face.

“No, no, Y/N, keep going. What else is so pretty about Eddie?” Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a shit eating grin spread across his face.

Eddie’s eyes snap toward Steve. “Dude-”

You begin to tell both boys everything that is so pretty about Eddie. Steve starts giggling, partially because you don’t care what anyone thinks and you’re just talking without a care in the world but mostly because Eddie is blushing so hard, Steve thinks his face might burst. He has never seen Eddie get so worked up over someone before so yeah, he’s having the time of his life embarrassing Eddie right now.

He looks around the room quickly, drowning out what you’re saying and Steve’s giggles as his eyes finally set on who he had been looking for. “Hey Harrington, Robin’s over there taking shots with… Wheeler?”

Steve stops laughing and looks in the direction where Eddie has been staring. “She’s taking shots with Nancy? Shit… I gotta go guys, see you later.” he pushes past people, trying to get to Robin as quickly as he could. “Robin! Hey, no! Put that down! Robin!”

Eddie lets out a sigh and he looks at you. “Are you crazy?”

“Crazy for you.” you beam up at him.

Blush.

Eddie’s blushing. What’s new? You could just say the word hi and he’d be a blushing mess.

He shakes his head before responding, “Come on.”

-

After mingling with a few people, you and Eddie found yourselves on the couch with you practically on him surrounded by Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle. The party was still going on but your little friend group decided to take a break.

So there you sat with your legs over Eddie’s lap as you played with the rings on his fingers. Everyone was engaging in conversations with each other but it felt like you and Eddie were in your own little world.

“Eddie?” you say softly.

“Hmm?” he peers over at you and his heart starts beating fast. Shit, it’s so embarrassing how whipped he is for you.

“You know… I love you so much.” you haven’t even looked up at him but honestly if you did, it might kill him.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve said that you loved him tonight but for some reason this time it felt different. More serious.

“Yeah?” he asks and you nod your head, continuing to play with his rings. “Well I love you too. You’re my best friend.”

Should he have added the best friend part? No. Did he panic and just blurt the first thing that came to his mind? Yes.

“But I love you more than-”

You’re cut off by Robin who was scarfing down bread like it was her last meal.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest?”

You look up at her and smile big, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck. “He’s the cutest.”

Now the both of you have your friends' attention and Eddie blushes. Please, please, please let this pass. Someone change the subject.

“Are you blushing, my dude?” Argyle says as he looks at Eddie. Then he giggles. “He’s so blushing right now.”

“You’re blushing?” you ask before cupping his face in your hands. “You look so cute when you blush.”

Steve snorts and Nancy throws a pillow at him.

“Guys!” you suddenly shout. “Isn’t Eddie so cute? I’ve never seen someone as cute as Eddie. You’re so cute.”

You play with his hair, twirling a strand around your finger as you stare at him with adoration. Steve makes a comment about how Eddie isn’t the cutest person and you get defensive, now turning your attention to Steve. Your hand drops from his hair but it finds its way back to his hand and just like that, you’re back to playing with his rings, twisting and turning them with your fingers.

Eddie watches as you argue with Steve, telling him that Eddie is in fact, the cutest person to ever exist and if anyone disagrees then they need to get their eyes checked. You and Steve begin to bicker back and forth, all in good fun. Steve is arguing with you just so that you can talk about Eddie which is making him blush like crazy. Everyone seems to know what Steve is trying to accomplish except you.

Eddie drowns out the arguing and focuses on you. He’s in deep. His feelings for you keep getting stronger and stronger and tonight isn’t helping him when he’s trying to keep them contained.

“Well I love Eddie and Eddie only with my whole heart.” you say, bursting through Eddie’s thought bubble.

You wrap your arms around the boy beside you and nuzzle into him. Eddie doesn’t miss when you very quietly mumble ‘mine’ into his chest and his heart bursts. Is this real? Are you being serious? Or is this just the alcohol talking? He must be so oblivious to your feelings but he swears that you’ve never shown interest in him until tonight.

He hopes everything you’ve been saying is true. He hopes that you have feelings for him like he does for you but there’s that nagging voice in the back of his head that’s telling him that it’s just the alcohol that’s making you act like this.

Why would Y/N like you, Eddie?

You don’t fit in with everyone else.

You’re a misfit.

A social reject.

Eddie shakes his thoughts away and focuses on you, who has continued to tell everyone that he is perfect and Steve is just jealous that he’s not as attractive as Eddie Munson is.

Everyone stares at you with an amused look on their faces while you basically out your feelings for Eddie and he finally places his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking.

“Alright that’s enough, Y/N/N. Let’s get you home.” he stands up and pulls you along with him.

“But-” you begin.

Eddie shakes his index finger as he says, “Ah, ah, ah. No talking. Let’s go.”

You sigh and agree to leave but not before shooting daggers at Steve, saying, “this isn’t over, Steeb.”

Yeah, definitely still drunk.

You lace your fingers with Eddie’s and hug his arm as he says goodbye to everyone before guiding you out of the house.

-

“Eddieeee,” you say, “pretty, pretty Eddie Munson.”

“Jesus, Y/N, can you be any louder?” he grunts as he tries to sneak you into his trailer without waking his uncle.

“Yes,” you nod. “Pretty Eddie Munson! Pretty, Pretty! I love-”

Eddie slaps his hand over your mouth and you look up at him with big round eyes.

“It was a figure of speech!” he whisper-yelled. “You weren’t supposed to actually be louder!”

You pull his hand off of your mouth but not before placing a kiss on his palm which makes Eddie’s head spiral. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet for you.”

‘She’s gonna be the death of me’ is what he’s thinking right now. You have absolutely no clue the effect you have on him.

Eddie makes it to his room without alarming his uncle and helps you change into some of his clothes to sleep in. Afterwards, you throw yourself into his bed and curl up in his blanket warmly with a smile on your face.

You inhale deeply before locking your half open eyes on Eddie. “It smells just like you. I like it.”

Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Like it a lot. Like you.”

“Jeez, Y/N/N, don’t say things like that.” your best friend says softly.

“But I mean it. I like you a lot, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a deep sigh and sits down at the edge of the bed. He looks at you and all he can think about is how cute you look at this moment. Having you rolled up in his blanket, comfortable and safe in HIS bed; he wishes it was like this every time. He wishes he could just reach over and kiss you sweetly.

But it wouldn’t be right. One, because you two aren’t even dating, and two, because you’re drunk.

But god does he want to kiss you.

Eddie comes to his senses and reaches over to run his fingers through your hair but as his hand reaches the back of your head, you hold it there and lean into his touch.

“Eddie…” you murmur with hazy eyes.

He smiles. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”

He tries to stand up to go sleep on the couch but you hold him back. “Wait.”

Eddie turns to you with a soft expression on his face. “Hmm?”

“Stay, please?”

“Y/N…”

“Please? I’ll scoot over so you can lay down.” you pout up at him.

He wants to say yes so bad but you’re drunk. Maybe you’ll remember asking him to lay with you, maybe you won’t but he’d rather make sure you were fully coherent when asking him.

When he doesn’t answer, you ask again, this time squeezing his hand a little as a sign that you’re desperate for him to say yes and he caves in… kind of.

“You’re drunk, Y/N/N, It doesn’t feel right to sleep next to you when you’re not sober.” he sees your sad expression and entwines his fingers with yours. “How about this, I sleep on the floor next to the bed.”

You nod immediately, happy with this idea. You watch Eddie as he grabs a couple of spare blankets and a pillow before setting up his little makeshift bed beside you. After he gets comfortable, he turns the light off and the two of you lay in silence before you decide to throw your hand over the side of the bed where Eddie was.

“Hold m’ hand. Please.”

He can tell in your voice that you're tired but it makes him smile that regardless of that, you asked him to hold your hand. He complies and takes your hand in his.

You let out a content sigh. “Eddie,” you start, “I don’t know how you feel about me… but.. When I’m with you, I get… really happy. I like spending time with you.. No matter what we’re doing. As long as I’m with you… I’m happy.” Eddie stays silent and you’re not sure if he’s gone to bed or not but you continue anyway. “What I’m trying to say is that… I love you, Eddie. More than friends. And I wanna be your girlfriend so I can kiss you and hug you and hold your hand all the time and tell everyone that you’re mine. I have… a lot of feelings for you. All the feelings. You’re my world, Eddie Munson. I love you.”

His heart is beating so fast.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Did you just confess to him? Right now? While holding his hand? In his bed?

Holy shit.

Never in a million years did he think you felt the same for him but here you were, in his bed, telling him you love him more than a friend. He can’t tell you how long he’s wished to hear those words come out of your mouth.

He smiles, although you can’t see him. “I feel the same way, Y/N/N. I always have.”

Really Eddie? That’s all you have to say right now?

“That’s good.” he hears you giggle a little, “so are you my boyfriend now? Because if so, I demand kisses right now.”

He lets out a laugh before reaching up and kissing your hand. “Let’s talk about this in the morning when you’re sober, okay? If you remember this conversation when you wake up then yes, I’ll gladly be your boyfriend.”

“Okay,” you say, sleepily, “but just so you know, I will definitely remember this conversation in the morning. Prepare to be my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” he laughs again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Goodnight, Eddie,” you say as you bury your head into his pillow, “I love you.”

Eddie smiles and says, “I love you too.” before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep, excited for what’s to come in the morning.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic

[cannibalhellhound]

Wings AU character bits

Hi this is me trying to get a grip on writing again and getting the characters while also adding the wing bits.

Ice Harpy Eagle

Likes having long nails (harpy eagles have fuckin huge talons), keeps them shaped and neatly painted if he's in the mood when on leave

Likes to keep his nest cool and clean (comfy but practical)

Tall nesting! He always claims the top bunk! 

His childhood bedroom had one of those tall beds with a desk under them because he kept piling stuff up to sleep atop of them and it could fit multiple people 

Sad because Navy bunk beds are small :(

Strong as fuck (he's smaller than Sli but can bench press almost as much) (harpy eagles grab animals as big as them like sloths and carry them) (can carry others while flying if needed just not for lengthy flights)

Very keen eyesight so sunglasses for light sensitivity (maybe reading glasses for near sight focus? I like him with glasses)

Very good hearing (don't shit talk near him he'll definitely hear it)

Hair moves very slightly, similar to feathers (kinda like their facial disk and feather crest) 

*Baby feathers are almost all white with some light gray. They molt usually once a year (sometimes twice) and it takes 5 years to get the adult coloring 

Ice's stayed in a middle coloring and he got insecure. His mom suggested matching his hair and that's how the frosted tips came to exist :D

He's a provider by nature but his little sisters have made him very nurturing and affectionate too (Slider knows this firsthand and thinks it's hilarious how fussy Ice can get)(the others learn with time but first baby goose)

Leaves feathers around the house (perfectly placed thank you very much)

Slider Bearded Vulture

Lämmergeier means “Lamb vulture” (wrong because they don't prey on sheep but shhhhh).  Slider calls Maverick “Little lamb” as a joke because he loves annoying him and wants to eat him up

CAN ACTUALLY EAT BONES!!! (Bone soup is a thing!) Will chew on them till it's painful to watch and will take anyone's bones off their plates to pick the marrow off them

The bone dropping shows a lot in him just throwing stuff. He does it. A LOT.

He also likes to have a tennis ball around to fidget dropping it and catching it when it bounces

Has an actual nest bed. The mattress is on the harder side but it has a shit ton of blankets and pillows (to the point you can't feel the mattress)

There are old feathers around the nest tucked in between pillows (don't tell Ice!!) ⁠(⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠)

Very involved into the life of the ones he loves (helpful, affectionate, etc) (this includes parenting looks at baby goose)

His feathers only dye red when visiting his family or on vacation with family because they frequent iron rich waters (his mom loves her red feathers and looking at her baby look like her makes her teary eyed)

Maverick Peregrine Falcon

Very lightweight!!!

He's beauty, he's grace, he'll dive down and kick you in the face (literally, peregrine falcons kill prey by punching them with their closed talons when dividing)

Very keen reflexes (both at ground and on air), will grab anything you throw at him even if distracted

Very! Good! At courting!!!! (Looking at the beginning bar scene)

Small but comfy nest. Very soft and also bunk bed! is perfect

Has a favorite blanket that he will ALWAYS take everywhere, even on deployment 

Cracking his head fuckin open more than once as a kid because he's a menace and small and tried to dive from places he climbed (not his best idea)

crying because he's so small he can't carry goose after the accident and can just grab at him until they get rescued

Now this would be for trans! Mav

To everyone's surprise Mav is as big as he can get (Female birds of prey are bigger than males= bigger wingspan, human height is genetic so for avians is a bit mixed)

Wings don't allow binding (for obvious reasons) but kinesiology tape exists! 

He already used KTape before joining the navy and top surgery so he's used to just strutting around shirtless (we stan a short confident king! It's honestly so freeing to tape and be shirtless I might just leave him pre surgery for next fanart pieces)

Goose Emden Goose

Literally a Mother Goose™

Has learned to deal with Maverick and not only does he not get surprised by his antics, he can predict them and is already prepared for them (aka get ready to scoop tiny ass Mav if he gets in trouble or hurts himself)

The good part is that it has made him baby proof. He can deal with a child he's been dealing with Mav!

Terrified. Absolutely terrified. Because his beautiful baby gosling is as much a little shit as his wife and best friend. If his wings weren't already white they'd for sure be by now ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I need to think more about Mav and Goose but that involves looking for Peregrine Falcon and Geese facts

Edit to take out the divider because I don't like it

#this is my life now i am the wings au #and i dont even like birds this much #ive been writing this down on a notebook and my google docs judges me now #again if you have ideas or additions TELL ME please i love talking about this #i may post updates if i add a significant amount of points #HelloI'mHayden #Air Gays™ #wings au #wing au #tg #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #top gun 1986 #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #nick goose bradshaw #slicemav #icemav #slimav #tgm #top gun maverick #trans pete maverick mitchell #maverick mitchell #iceman kazansky #slider kerner #goose bradshaw

[milkypompon]

The Blind Bet

pairing: Miguel x reader | Inspired by The Bet by guardianangelcas

summary: “One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

content: Miguel knows exactly how to wind you up and break you down... teasing, enemies to lovers, semi-public touching, fingering, sextape, recording, masturbating... he's watching hehe

wc: 4.5k

How?

How in the hell was it possible that the chances of avoiding this situation were slim to none in the vast multiverse? Annoyingly called the Archno-Humanoid-Poly-Multiverse by the very same man who roped you into a challenge that deprived you of the only good thing after coming back from a grueling mission. 

Gone were the nights of unzipping your Spidersuit to toss it into the hamper before taking a hot shower leaving your skin raw and vulnerable. Then hastily patting yourself dry with a towel that was soon to be repurposed as a rag for under your thighs — in an attempt to catch your or chosen companion’s cum before it seeped into the mattress.

Looking back, Miguel fucking O’Hara crafted his words to reel you in. Hook, line, and sinker. 

–

One month ago.

“I know you’ve been using the interdimensional gizmo at night to visit your… friends.” Per usual, he was nonchalant, scrolling through anomalies on his platform, now touching the ground (a habit you noted when you were in the office with him). As if he didn’t reveal that he’d been tracking your movement with Lyla’s help, who was just as eager to know what you were up to the late hours when any other normal person would be awake. 

But that was the problem in itself, you weren’t human and neither was Miguel. The stupid machine by Alchemax was to blame. Not only the incident result in both of you needing a bump of Rapture daily but it also required a quick fuck to satiate the burning feeling teetering between pain and desire at the pit of the stomach. 

You didn’t reply for a few beats, which was a mistake because the dead air was suffocating. There was no sound other than the occasional beeps from the monitors and dashboard. Even with your heightened senses, Miguel’s breathing was quiet. If his back weren’t turned to you with his shoulders slightly lifting up and down, you would think he was breathing at all. 

“Don’t you have better shit to do than checking my coordinates, O’Hara?” You steal your voice into some semblance of superiority but fail terribly at gaining control over the conversation. 

It was a constant push and pull between you two. Who would tap out first? Who would shoot the first web? Who would sink their teeth in first? Figuratively, you suppose, but also literally because your canines are starting to itch beneath your gums, threatening to unsheathe themselves into fangs. 

“That watch is company property. A company that I happen to own. Therefore, I have the right to know where it is.” Miguel releases an unamused laugh. “I’m not using it to stalk you, you narcissist.”

“Says the one who replaced his dead alternate so he could fuck his wife—” 

Miguel grimaces at your comment before cutting you off, “And it happened to be in a particular universe that wasn’t yours. Care to explain? Or maybe you can just simply confirm my suspicions with a simple yes or no because you don’t seem to be articulate with your words… according to last night.”

Oh.

You forgot to turn off your watch after your debriefing with Miguel. And he heard everything. You had half a mind to tug his shoulder and turn him around just to punch the smirk off of him that you knew was contorting his face. So, you did, or close to at least until he caught your fist and encapsulated it with his own.

“Play nice, nena” Miguel mutters under a slight tug of his mouth. 

The bastard found it amusing, listening to the sounds you made while you were pushed down into the mattress with a man who knew how to use his dick. Or at least good enough to help you sink deep into a dreamless sleep after a day of beating anomalies into a pulp and tossing it through the swirling vortex. 

But you did dream that night, so maybe the nameless man wasn’t as good at maneuvering himself inside of you as you thought. Your mouth went dry as you recollected vivid events in the dream. Of course, it was about your boss. 

You shake your head to ground yourself. “You fucking recorded it! I bet you sat your ass down on your chair and jacked off to me moaning. You disgusting—” 

“The gizmo records everything so I can playback the content to observe the…” Miguel grimaced when he realized he was making the situation worse. “That’s beside the point. I deleted it already.” 

You step back, letting your arms fall to your side but you still keep your hands balled up — the only way to stop yourself from engaging your talons. 

Miguel looks at you with a blank stare, almost bothered. “Did you really think I would’ve saved the video?” 

You scoff, “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You didn’t mean it of course, but something fiery licked at your throat to demolish him in a battle of wit and snarky comebacks. 

Although the man didn’t have a running streak of good morals considering his long-standing chase with the 15-year-old boy who wanted to save his father, Miguel drew the line there – somewhere between not breaking canon and the depravity of voyeurism through a sextape.  

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Whatever, just don’t let it happen again.” 

Again?

That means Miguel has thought about the chances of this situation reoccurring with your head against your pillow, eye-rolling back, muttering incoherent chatter of pleasure, recorded on his company property gizmo. An open welcome for him to display it on his various monitors, big or small, the video would be the same, you split open by a lucky bastard that wasn’t him.  

You wet your lips, feeling his eyes drift down to the pink tip of your tongue. He wants your mind twisting to read between the lines, treating you the way he draws information out of anomalies wreaking havoc. Little do they know Miguel plays just as dirty, creeping into their heads. 

You grimace, “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Miguel hides a chuckle under the guise of clearing his throat. He saunters over to his work chair, leveled closer to the ground more than usual, and makes himself comfortable. 

Any other person would’ve relished the idea of gleaning over his broad figure, but it was a false sense of dominance on your end. He knew it and so did you. You have to give it to him because it would be working if you didn’t know him so damn well.

If you weren’t warming up beneath your Spidersuit, you would’ve been insulted by his attempt to reel you in… 

Into what exactly? 

“That!” You shoot your arms toward him and almost whine. “This is your second time trying to set me up and make myself look like an idiot!”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” Now there was a full-blown grin on Miguel’s face. “Just like how you keep mental tick marks of how many people you’ve had sex with this week?” 

At this point, you weren’t entirely sure what you felt, but it was between a fever and a cold sweat. Your cheeks burned with color or were devoid of it with the way he said ‘sex’ to you or even asked the question – as if he wanted to know what you had for breakfast this morning before the debriefing took place.

Miguel was no holy virgin either, so he wasn’t one to talk. He was a ravenous lover, not in the sense of intimacy, but in carnal desire. There was not much to blame other than how his DNA was altered to contain spider genes, hence creating the need to let off some steam with anyone who could bear his child. 

But he had morals and an even amount of self-restraint. He wasn’t about to hop into a dimension with brothels to fulfill his needs. No matter how glaring or bothersome it was to feel his hard-on against his suit.

Instead, Miguel had a ‘roster’, as Peter B. liked to call it. It was a list of Spiderpeople he rotated throughout the week. The arrangement was a simple act of mutualism. He could rely on them to simulate the chosen partner being filled with his seed, while he helped them get their rocks off for the night. 

You had a similar routine, Miguel observed, considering that you had the same canon event as him. Not to mention, you happen to log off from the watch on the dot.

Except for last night, when you’d left it on.

 “You’re one to talk, O’Hara.” You dig your heels into the ground, watching his brows sit above his dark eyes. “Swinging your ass around Nueva York as if you haven’t fucked at least a quarter of the women in this compound.”

“So, you do keep count. Not of your escapades but of mine.” Miguel leans back into the chair. 

“Mm, right because everything is about you,” You snarl and take a stride between his thighs.

“Fine, then let’s make it about you. You can’t control yourself if your life depended on it,” He says in a low voice, a timbre that makes shivers run down your spine.

Poets, or in your case, blind idiots, say that the third time’s the charm. And although this was his third time trying the make you an idiot, there was nothing particularly charming about it. 

He knows you wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to one-up him in a challenge. It didn’t matter if it was about who could wrap up an anomaly case the fastest or in indirect ways of seeing which new batch of Spiderpeople under your or his supervision would improve the quickest, it never got to the point of this. 

It was an act of chalking up your sex life to simply win another challenge and gain bragging rights.

The better, more mature part of you should walk away from the situation, but there’s a seedling of a dark fantasy that was determined to see if Miguel would play along. 

Maybe it wasn’t even about winning anymore, but you’d rather choke on your own tongue than admit that. To see him breathe when you breathe was palatable enough. 

“One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

–

Present Day

In the canteen, You grip the tray housing your lunch, a blue Spiderman 2099 burger with a side of fries shaped like webs. The mindless chatter of your coworkers was comforting until there was one whose presence stood out the most. So much so that the figure garbed with a pink, fluffy robe and baby carrier snatched your peripherals.

“Heyyy!” Peter B. drawled and lightly bounced the furious curls of red attached to his chest.

“Pretty patty,” Mayday giggled and pointed to the burger.

“Little Red’s been watching Spongebob.” He grins and settles onto the seat across from you, careful of sitting too close for Mayday’s chubby hand reaching over for a fry. “Speaking of which–”

You bring a finger up to your lips, successfully shutting him up. After years of working under the Spider Society, you made sure there was a carved-out section of your schedule to discuss missions. At the canteen with a hot meal in hand wasn’t the time and place.  

“You’re just like him. When there’s food around, the rest of the world disappears.” Peter plucked the fry from Mayday’s hand. “Big no, no. Mama won’t be happy if you eat greasy num nums. 

He proceeds to pop the greasy num num into his mouth and you roll your eyes with a small smile.

“Wonder how ya don’t get along with him, kid. Miguel, I mean. Almost clawed my face off when I went into his office while he was eating empanadas,” He remarks.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway, why are you here? Haven’t seen you in the canteen since you’ve been eating lunch with MJ and Little Red back in your universe,” You note.

“Right, right. About that.” Peter takes a pregnant pause. It was just enough time to pick up what he was about to ask.

You groan in frustration. “I am not gonna switch shifts with you again. You always manage to set up your dates with MJ when you have the worse missions.”

Peter pouts. The grown man has the audacity to pout. But, you can’t help but sigh and slowly nod because it reminds you of when Mayday motions towards your webslingers, hoping to persuade you. 

“Fine, but I’m doing it for Red.”

He snaps his fingers. “I owe you one, kiddo.”

A gruff voice that’s all too familiar calls out to him, “Peter–” 

He fidgets with the straps of the baby carrier before standing up. The sound of the metal screeching against the floor makes you wince. Somehow, he sidesteps Miguel and grins at him.

“Don’t miss me too much, O’Hara. Got a date night with the wife, but you’re in good hands tonight.”

And just like that, Peter pats Mayday’s head and steps through the portal without another word. You and Miguel stand there without a sound while watching the rip through the multiverse sew itself shut.

You shift your weight from foot to foot and decide to break the silence. “Does Peter know?”

Miguel shakes his head. “‘Bout the bet? Of course not, keeping this stupid thing between us to my grave.”

“One that you made by the way.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” He mutters. Miguel hates how quickly you snap back into place to shove a knife deep in his gut to get a reaction out of him. It’s a habit, practically second nature now. 

He rakes his eyes over your face as if etching every single slant and angle to his mind. A few flecks of salt from the fries were sprinkled along the curve of your lips. He wonders how it’d taste if he licked it before dipping his tongue into your mouth, licking the sweet saliva pooling there, waiting for him. 

Or how it’d seep out as he guides his cock into your mouth. He almost groans at the thought.

Lyla materializes his watch and bounces to your shoulder. “Hey, pretty lady! I saw Peter swap his name for yours for tonight.”

You steal Miguel’s words. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He turns his back to you and throws his head over with a nod. “C’mon, back to my office. I need to fill you in about the anomaly.”

You trudge behind him because walking beside him seems too intimate and leading the way would show the slight tremble of your legs. Besides, opting to fall a few feet after him gives you a good view of his ass. Not that you were looking.

Lyla imitates your strides despite floating above the ground. “Whatcha thinking about, babes?”

You run a hand over your face to cover the flush. “Thinking about how to catch the anomaly.”

She giggles in a foxy tone. “I haven’t said anything about the mission.”

“Oh, right–” 

You’re met with a firm back pressed onto your chest.

Miguel juts his chin over to the display monitors. “Take my seat. I’m gonna need some coffee for this job. You?” 

With a silent laugh, you shake your head at his offer. Working with him for, god knows how long, introduced you to his quirks. One of them is how he takes his coffee. It was a deep black that light barely penetrated. On rare occasions it did, you could his constant frown reflected on it.

Miguel O’Hara was as bitter as his coffee. Go figure. 

You slide into the chair, surprised by how comfortable the cushion is. It was probably engineered to keep his ass snug for hours on end as he monitored the universe to make sure it didn’t collapse, or something along those lines.

A few feet behind you, he waved his hand. “Lyla, the explainyinfo thing.”

Her heart-shaped glasses are perched on the bridge of her nose. “Gotcha, bossman.” 

In front of you are displays of Adriano Tummino, better known as the Vulture from the Renaissance era. He nested inside an abandoned warehouse, trying to make sense of the world that was no longer dipped in sepia and scribbles of ink.

“Don’t know how he managed to get out the first time.” Miguel sips his so-called coffee. Should’ve just chewed on the beans, you thought. 

“Crafty man,” You quip, earning you a short puff of air from his nostrils.

He grabs the back of the chair and swivels it for you to face him. You pressed yourself against it, trying to take up as little room as possible, but he was close. Your legs fall limp on either side of his thighs as he leans down to your height.

Deja vu hits you, then replaced by swirling vertigo. 

You and Miguel were in this exact position a month ago albeit in reverse. 

“That crafty man needs our undivided attention during the stakeout. Prepare yourself however you need to.” His warm breath, stained with the scent of coffee, caressing your lips.

A few beeps and flashes of light bounce off from his watch. It catches your eye as your name pops up above arcs of lines that rose.

“Careful, nena. Your heart rates spiking.” Miguel’s fangs poked out from the edge of his lip, giving you a small smile. Your neck itched at the thought of feeling it sink down into your jugular before he lapped up at the twin holes. 

To make sure neither of you cheated on the bet, you suggested giving both ends of the party access to each other’s heart rate monitors on the watch. Because of his snarky remark, which could’ve been a serious suggestion now in hindsight, about setting up a camera feature. It made you scoff… and turned on.

“Breathe in and out slowly. Even out your heartbeat.” Miguel warned.

There was nothing more you wanted to grab the back of his neck and shove his face into your pussy. That’ll shut him up.

And get you off.

You reach the tip of your toes onto the ground and give it a hard push, sending you rolling back a good few inches. The short distance was still suffocating, but it was enough to let you press your thighs together – the seams of your Spidersuit rubbed against your clit, sending small pulses throughout your body.

But stopping before his watch indicated another spike in your pulse. You’re aware of his eyes on you until he rips it off.  

Miguel straightens himself up before the Spiderman mask wraps around his face. He tried to hide the grin under it but the amusement slipped through. 

Alerts resounded on his gizmo. For a good second, you thought it was about you. That alone would’ve sent you into cardiac arrest. But it was simply a detection of the Vulture’s universe. 

He was on Earth-616B. 

Peter B.’s universe.

Funny.

You fiddle with your gizmo, a bright shower of neons bounced off of you as the portal opened up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. It wasn’t ideal to have jitters when the mission was to birdwatch the Vulture next to the man you were deprived of. 

Miguel headed in first with you in tow. The sun was about set over the building both of you were perched on. He couldn’t help but think about how Peter ditched him to go on a date with MJ on a night like this.

“There,” You snapped him out of his thoughts. Below you was a crumbling building surrounded with shards of glass from the shattered windows. It was easy to keep an eye on the Vulture while he wrote chicken scratches on the floor – plans of creating primitive technology. 

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you down next to him. With a finger to his lips, he indicated to you to keep quiet.

You whisper-shouted, “I’m not your subordinate.”

“You saying that just proved you wrong.”

That shut you up for a few hours. It was dark out by now. The sky was empty of stars, but the city lights sparkled enough to keep you entertained for a little while longer.

“Can’t we just grab him and go? What’s the whole ‘stake out’ plan for?” You airquoted. 

Miguel pressed his shoulder against yours to keep a low voice. “If he was able to bust out the first time, we need to figure out what he’s making to combat his machine.” 

You hated that he was right but your muscles were starting to cinch together from crouching. If you stood up to stretch, the Vulture would spot you through his goggles. So, you opted to roll your head back a few times.

In Miguel’s peripheral, he saw the expanse of your neck covered by the skintight spandex, stretching as you shifted. It looked small, he thought. How easy it would be to wrap his hand around and gently squeeze it to keep you quiet. Instead, he clamped it around your waist, pulling you to rest your back on his chest. It was loose enough to let you wiggle out of his grasp while still feeling the warmth crawling down to where you needed it most. 

“Quit moving.” 

The past few weeks without any form of release between your legs was agonizing. This was quite the most you’ve been touched in a while. If his fingers crawled a few inches down, he’d feel the damp fabric slick with your arousal. 

“Y-You’re cheating, O’Hara. Don’t you fucking dare–” You snarl in a low whisper.

“Ay coño… Fuck the bet,” He mumbles close to you, his clothed length pressing against the curve of your ass. There was a moan threatening to bubble up if he put on any more pressure. It was too much and yet not enough. “Did you really think Peter was too busy to do this damned stake-out with me tonight? He’d bring out his baby just to be a part of a mission.”

You threw your hands over the railing, trying to stabilize and ground yourself with what little resilience you had left as you were nestled on your knees with him close to rutting up to you. You knew he didn’t have the balls to do it, not because he’d lose, but because he wanted you to fall apart in his hands. 

“Off… Get off.” You swallow. Every part of you was trembling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take what he was willing to hand out. And all you had to do was–

“Just ask, nena.” The drawl of his voice made you dizzy, your head fell back to his shoulder. “Ask me to sink my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours. Come on my fingers and I won’t count it against you.” He offers you a slight reprieve with the olive branch.

You chew your bottom lip in contemplation, a million thoughts dipping in and out of your mind.

Fuck this. Fuck the bet. Fuck him… up, down, and around. You want Miguel in every single way. 

You arch your back, the plush of your bottom rubbing up against his clothed cock. 

It takes everything in him to stop your movement. “Easy, easy, yeah? Use your words. It’s just you and me,” He murmurs deep into you.

“And Big Bird on steroids below us!” You try to snap back, but your voice shakes with embarrassment. 

“Stupid bird’s not gonna see us as long as you behave.” Miguel moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was choking on the thought of laying you down on his bed to taste every last drop you’ll give him, then fuck you senseless. But this awkward position with your back pressed against his chest while both of you kneeled toward the railing would be enough. 

You reach to the back of your neck where the zipper for the Spidersuit dangled at every attempt of pulling it down. Miguel was of no help, his fingers idly tapped a rhythm on your hips. You felt him vibrate with amusement at your expense.

You toss your head back to rip your mask off and glare at him only to be met with his mask. 

With a last chuckle, he tugs the zipper down, watching the spandex pool around your waist. 

“Careful. Not everyone is a billionaire with infinite tech–”

It wasn’t enough. He gave it one last pull past the curve of your ass. 

You’re about to scold him again but you hear him swallow. Despite not being able to see his face, you could already imagine it.

“Ay… Not even wearing panties under this,” Miguel breathes, grabbing a handful of the plump skin. 

“Gets itchy,” You protest.

You can feel him molding the tender flesh into his palm. “Fuck– I know I see you wearing your suit every day, but… God, this is—”

Miguel’s suit retracts, exposing his skin just below his wrist bone. Something in your core bubbles up, a mixture of dread and arousal because you knew deep down that if he started now, you’d find yourself crawling back for more. Back into his office. Back into his bed. With his warm hand cupping over your pussy on the roof of an abandoned building it didn’t matter where he dragged you along. 

“You’re dripping, dios mío— all over my fucking fingers. You’re so wet. Just for me, huh?” Miguel digs his nose into the crook of your neck, his breath leaving you hot. “Working hard every day to save the universe. Not a single person stopped to give you gratitude. You just need someone to take care of your little cunt.”

And god, you want him to do it. 

“Well, too bad. This is a thankless job.” He slaps your bare sex with a shlick, his fingers grazing your clit ever. 

No matter how much you jut up to encourage him to do anything, his grip on your waist was too strong. There’s nothing to do but follow his pace and feel whatever he is willing to give you. 

“Down, take it easy. And stay focused, I still need you to keep an eye on the anomaly.” Miguel cranes his cheek down to nuzzle you. It was a poor attempt to coo your overwrought body, how did he expect you to remember what you came here for?

“Fine,” You say in a gruff voice.

“Good girl.” Miguel pulls the lips apart with two fingers, coating it with you before pressing it in. Each knuckle made you suck in a deep breath. It feels like you’ve run out of air. Floating now, you think. But the moment he curls his fingers to that spot, you’re reeling back onto earth. “There, isn’t it?”

He slides out of you, flurries of curses are caught in your throat. He knew how to drag this out. He brings the slick to the edge of your mouth. “Open for me.”

He groans as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. He wanted to taste you, but he wasn’t going to. Not yet. It didn’t feel right if it wasn’t right from the source, but that’ll have to wait. He wants you to collapse in on yourself first before he does anything else.

“Miguel.”

“I know, nena.” 

#Across the spiderverse #Marvel #Spiderman 2099 #Spiderman fanfiction #Spiderman x reader #Miguel Ohara #Miguel Ohara x reader #Miguel Ohara x you #Miguel Ohara fluff #Miguel Ohara smut #Miguel Ohara x reader fluff #Miguel Ohara x reader smut

[whinlatter]

In your opinion when did Ginny start drifting away from Dean? What was it that made her decide she didn’t want to be with him anymore? I know it can’t just be him helping her through the door because it’s such a small reason to break up with someone. Did she start to notice Harry noticing her? Or did the relationship run it’s course?

are you ready for an unhinged galaxy brain take from me

I actually think Ginny started to suspect something had changed in Harry's feelings for her not long after he himself realised, after the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, early November. The scraps of evidence for this headcanon are few and far between but you can nonetheless prise them from my cold dead hands. Even before Harry himself realised he had feelings for Ginny, he was asking to hang out with her (on the train, in Hogsmeade) in ways that definitely would have seemed new. Then after the match itself:

'Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly. Avoiding her gaze, he clapped a cheering Ron on the back instead as, all enmity forgotten, the Gryffindor team left the pitch arm in arm, punching the air and waving to their supporters.'

Ginny is a very good reader of Harry's emotions and responses at this point in the series. She seems to clock that Harry has just given her this very weird, out of character hug - weird both in that it's clearly very physically awkward and brief, but also weird in that Harry has given her a hug at all, when he's never initiated a hug with any other character before, let alone her. Then, this chat at the after party, immediately after Harry has just ditched a group of admiring (and extremely willing) girls flirting with him:

'“It looks like he’s eating her face, doesn’t it?” said Ginny dispassionately. “But I suppose he’s got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Harry.” She patted him on the arm; Harry felt a swooping sensation in his stomach, but then she walked off to help herself to more butterbeer. Crookshanks trotted after her, his yellow eyes fixed upon Arnold.'

This is the first time Ginny touches Harry in the series. It's innocuous enough to anyone watching - Chaser pats Captain on the arm after a game - but given how unusual it is for Ginny to touch Harry, so soon after their previous strange interaction where Harry initiated touch with Ginny for the first time, I think we can see this interaction as Ginny testing her theory. (Tbh I think Harry's response to her here, including the fact that he literally doesn't even speak in front her lol, would give her even more reason for suspicion.)

I basically think Dean and Ginny are doomed after this. Not because I think Ginny would be like great Harry likes me time to break up with Dean - I think she's got months of pranging out about it ahead of her. But I think the stage is set for Ginny starting to actively compare Dean to Harry, and finding him wanting. Between the more morsels of evidence she gets in the following weeks (taking Luna to the ball, the maggot incident), and how miserable Ginny seems at the prospect of going back to Dean in the New Year, I think there's good reason to suspect she had clocked that Harry might, at long last, be returning feelings for her. (I tried to talk a bit about Ginny's view of Dean here).

I know a lot of fics and general fanon has Hermione working Harry's crush out first and pointing it out to Ginny, but I actually really don't buy this! There's no real proof of Hermione noticing Harry's changing feelings for Ginny until really late on. On the topic of Slughorn's party, she tells him to "just invite someone", and doesn't seem to suspect anything after he lies that there's no-one he wants to invite. I genuinely don't think Hermione knew until mid-March:

“Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it,” said Harry, still trying to sound casual. “Or are they still together?” “Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?” asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look. “I just don’t want my Quidditch team messed up again!” he said hastily, but Hermione continued to look suspicious, and he was most relieved when a voice behind them called, “Harry!” giving him an excuse to turn his back on her.

Of course, after this point, Hermione is in full super sleuth mode. To Hermione, Ginny's argument with Dean suddenly makes a lot more sense now she's realised that a) Harry likes Ginny and b) Ginny has already worked out Harry likes her and so is sabotaging her relationship with Dean. After Ginny and Dean break up while Harry is on Felix Felicis (subtle from HJP), Hermione knows for sure what's going on, and is deliciously smug and unsubtle about it in ways that makes me think if she had known before this, she would have let on. It's true that Harry is oblivious, but it's also true that Hermione has never passed up a chance to say I told you so (she's just like me fr)

#hinny #meta #TL;DR ginny weasley knew as soon as that man came in for a cuddle #'harry potter wants to HUG ME? oh shit i'm in trouble' - ginny weasley #probably #thank you anon! #trying to work through my inbox i'm so sorry this week has been a fresh fiery hellscape of deadlines #doin my best forgive me forgive me

[nindeoronra]

The Impossible Planet/Satan Pit Script

Ok, so with this being not just my favorite episode of Who, but I will put it up against ALL of television (even the body swap episode of Farscape). Sorry this is long, but y'all have no idea how much I fucking love this 2 parter. I just really wish I could go back in time and re-watch this again for the first time. This was also right when I got into Firefly, and I was just so amazed at how similar these two episodes were to that series--and the music was just fantastic for this, so similar to Firefly too!

Little bits of this--Jesus, I loved that scene with the way the Doctor looks at Rose.

Ok, so this is the 2nd script I've ever read in my life, and I'm comparing it to GitF (see previous post on that train wreck) and I just have to say it shows how much different the writing style is--and David and Billie really do love their characters--so much of the nuances they bring to the Doctor and Rose aren't really in the script--like the writer just trusted the actors to do their jobs or something.

This is why Rose will always be better than me. Sure, I'd probably try to comfort Toby, but I'd stay the fuck away from that boy. Yeah, no--sorry about the possession, but no huggies for you.

HERE WE GO:

If I am not mistaken, and I only got into Doctor Who way back when it was on Netflix, and it was just the first two seasons (I had to scramble around on YouTube and get S3 and S4 and this was back when the episodes were just in like little 15m bits, fuck I'm old.)

Telling you that to say that I literally must have punched the air and screamed in delight when this scene happened.

HERO SHOT! Fucking adore this!

Wow, so there's really no other direction on what the actors needed to do in this scene--so all that amazing looks that the Doctor and Rose were giving each other--that's all David and Billie.

Ok, sorry this got long--but as I have very little understanding of scripts and acting and filming in general, this was so much fun to read.

I might look at Fear Her next because I am definitely curious to see how much of the script said things vs what the actors did.

#doctor who #rose tyler #tenth doctor #ten x rose #ten/rose #tenrose #ten rose #doctor x rose #the impossible planet #the satan pit #my favorite tv episodes ever #those two are so much in love and it shows #BBC script

[muffinbeliever]

Say It to My Face

Dean and the reader confess their feelings for each other as she’s dying, but when she wakes up, he is perfectly fine with acting like it never happened.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3294

Warnings: angst, elements of fluff, dean needs a hug fr, blood, mentions of death, canon-level violence

A/N: here is a little angsty flangsty hea one shot with our favorite angsty flangsty man dean winchester ! i’m not loving the ending but i also literally cannot get anything else out for the life of me and its kinda frustrating ALSO theres a little mention of jo because their story breaks my heart every time and i love her sm 

Masterlist 

You were bleeding out when it happened. It was so quiet, you almost didn’t hear it, but you did, and the words shook every bone in your body to their core. 

It was a witch hunt gone wrong. From the start, it was a shit show. You had anticipated three witches only to find there were actually five. Sam had managed to kill one right off the bat, catching her off guard. But in retaliation, Sam was the first to be knocked out— hit with a spell, crumpling onto the floor in an unconscious slump. 

You shot the one that had thrown Sam with a witch-killing bullet straight into her throat, but you were pulled into a tight headlock from behind. Your gun was knocked out of your hand, and you watched it spin across the floor. As black dots began to spot your vision, you kicked the witch in her knee, hearing the pop! of her kneecap and she let go of you as she stumbled back in pain. You fell to your knees, gasping for breath, and scrambled to your gun, barely grasping the hilt before you were thrown into a mirror. It shattered upon impact and large shards fell to the floor, leaving you suspended in the air. 

“You’re going to pay for that, bitch,” the blonde growled, as she limped toward you. She picked up a pointed shard from below you. You desperately looked for Dean— your heart sinking when you realized his fight against the other two witches had moved into the next room. Sounds of punches being thrown and the occasional gunshot filtering throughout the large house.

“I’ll kill you and that giant over there,” she said, gesturing towards Sam’s body. “But don’t worry, I’ll leave your little boy toy alive. He’ll be delicious entertainment.” She laughed as she traced the curve of your face with the sharp edge. 

“He’ll kill you,” you promised. “He’ll kill all of you.” Your voice was strained as you struggled against her magic’s powerful grip. 

“I’d like to see him try,” she snarled, moving to plunge the glass into you. At that moment, a single gunshot rang out, and the witch looked shocked as you watched the light fade from her eyes. You felt the magic release, and you fell from the wall. Dean stood in the doorway, holding the still-smoking gun. He swiped at the large gash on his forehead, soaking his sleeve with blood. 

“Took you long enough,” you teased, giving Dean a small grin. “Let’s go wake up Sammy.”

You pushed on your hands to stand, but stopped at the sight of Dean. He was rooted in his spot as he stared at you— or rather, your stomach— in horror. Your smile fell from your lips as you slowly tipped your head down, following his line of sight. The wind was knocked from your lungs as you stared at the large piece of glass protruding from your stomach, blood already seeping through your clothes. 

“Oh,” you whispered, in shock. Your hands brushed the tender spot, covering your fingertips in the warm blood steadily leaving your body. As the last of your adrenaline left your body, you became hyperaware of the searing pain in your stomach, causing you to slump back onto the floor. Your movement seemed to have broken Dean from his initial shock, and he rushed over to your side. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his eyes darting frantically between your wound and your face. You were beginning to get lightheaded from the blood loss, feeling yourself growing weaker each second. You began to fall on your side as you lost the strength to keep yourself upright. 

“Woah there, Y/N,” Dean said, catching you before you could hit the ground. “I’m gonna have to prop you up, okay sweetheart? This might hurt just a little,” he warned before gently bringing your body upright. You groaned as the movement shifted the skin around your wound. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he kept whispering. He quickly took off his jacket, wrapping it into a ball. You tightly squeezed your eyes shut as he applied pressure, only opening them once the pain stopped spiking and was reduced to a constant throbbing. His eyes were lost, and you knew he was unsure of what he should do.

While Cas would normally have been the best bet in this type of situation, the angel was currently powerless, going under an alias of Steve who worked at a Gas-n-Sip in Idaho. 

The only angel that could help was Ezekiel, but Dean had no way of reaching out without alerting Sam. Dean had once tried praying to see if he could communicate with Ezekiel, but it hadn’t worked.

Dean could move you to the car, but that meant dragging Sam to the car too, and you knew that despite how strong Dean was, he didn’t have the strength to carry an unconscious 6’4 man.

Realizing he wasn’t going anywhere, Dean decided to do assess the situation rationally, endless possible solutions running through his head as he removed his blood-soaked jacket and gently cut away at the bottom of your shirt to inspect your injury better. Your head pounded from the pain, and your breaths were shallow. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam’s head move as he began to stir.

“De,” you whispered, “Look.” He stopped the poking and prodding and followed your line of sight to where his brother was slowly rising to his feet. Sam’s eyes swept the room, taking in the dead bodies and shattered glass. They widened in shock at the sight of you bleeding out in the corner. 

“What happened?” Sam asked, quickly making his way towards you. 

“No time, we gotta take her to the hospital,” Dean said, relieved Sam was awake to help. He had no doubt his brainy brother would come up with something. Dean tried to get his arms positioned to scoop you up, but you flinched at the slightest movement, feeling the glass shifting. 

“Dean,” you gasped, as another stab of pain shot through your body. He froze, taking in the pain etched on your face and the tears in your eyes. 

“Sweetheart we gotta move you,” he said, knowing this was the only way you could be saved. 

“Dude, she’s not going anywhere. Moving her will just make it worse,” Sam reasoned, and you saw anger flare in Dean’s eyes. 

“We’re not leaving her here Sam. This isn’t happening again. I won’t let her die this time.” Desperation clung to his voice, and you knew he was thinking about that hardware store four years ago. When Jo had thrown herself to the hellhounds to save Dean. When she had been severely injured just like you. When she sacrificed her and Ellen’s lives to buy the brothers more time. Sam’s eyes were glassy as he also thought about that night. He shook his head.

“No one is dying today. Keep pressure on it. We’re surrounded by powerful spell books and ingredients, we have a whole library on speed dial— I’ll put Kevin on the search for a spell or something. He’ll be happy to have new reading material,” Sam said, leaving no room for argument. He pulled out his phone as he raced up the stairs in search of a spell book, leaving you and Dean alone on the floor.

The blood loss left you cold and clammy, not even Dean’s warmth helped at this point. You knew you were going to pass out soon— it was a miracle it didn’t happen sooner. Dean was staring at your wound with worry in his eyes. 

Your heart hurt at the realization that this would probably be the last time you would ever feel his touch. You had harbored feelings for the hunter for so long, but never acted on them, and now you had run out of time. As much as it hurt you to tell him, you knew that it had to be done.

“De, look at me,” you whispered. He shook his head in defiance when he saw the sadness in your eyes. 

“No, Y/N. No chick flick moments,” he said sternly, and you smiled at him sadly as a tear escaped your eyes. 

“Dean, I’m not going to make it.” He cupped your face and wiped his thumb across your cheek. His eyes were shiny with tears.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that. I can’t lose you. Sam and Kevin are gonna find something. You just gotta hold on, okay?” He insisted, and you sniffed as more tears fell. 

“I just… I—,” you sighed, not being able to find the right words. But fuck it. It hurt to breathe. You were fading fast. You stared into his deep green eyes that were clouded with anguish.

This is the only time you’ll be able to do it, so just say it.

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. You watched the words hit him. His eyes widened a fraction and the corner of his mouth twitched, but then his face fell.

“You can’t just say that and then leave me here.” He blinked back tears.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, as black dots began to spot your vision. Dean could see you slipping away, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He pulled you close despite the blood staining his clothes, and you were so far gone you barely felt any pain. It was quiet— just a breath of a whisper— but you caught it as your vision and the rest of the world faded from your mind. 

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” 

The first thing you noticed when you came to was the familiar smell of your room in the bunker. Your eyes were still closed, but you could tell it was dark. Your soft sheets rubbed against your fingertips and if you strained your ears, you could hear the quiet hum of the bunker’s generator.

A bit confused as to why you were in your bed at the bunker rather than a hospital, your eyes fluttered open when you realized you were no longer in any pain. Your hand automatically went to your stomach, pulling up the bottom of the old t-shirt you assumed one of the boys had changed you into. There was no wound, no stitches, not even a scar. It was like your injury had never even happened. 

With a slight frown, you slowly got out of bed, flicking on your bedside lamp. There was no sign of soreness or fatigue as you rose to your feet. If it wasn’t for the dirty hunting duffle next to your bed, you could’ve been convinced that you had dreamed the whole thing. 

Determined to find answers, you stepped into the hallway, listening for any indication of where everyone was. When it was all quiet, you turned left, figuring the best place to start would be the library. Even if the boys weren’t there, Kevin definitely would be. 

True to form, there was Kevin, hunched over the table as he frantically scribbled away. He was surrounded by books of varying sizes and as you got closer, you realized half of the texts weren’t even in English. In the center of the organized chaos sat the Angel Tablet in all its glory. 

“Hey Kev,” you said softly, not wanting to startle the young prophet. It may have been too soft though, as he had continued writing symbols without any indication to your presence. You stepped closer to the boy, realizing why he wasn’t responding when you heard the faint sound of heavy metal. 

“Kevin,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder. He jumped, turning to face you quickly as he pulled earphones out. His face morphed into surprise when he saw you. The drums were louder now, but he quickly turned the music off using the iPod stashed next to him. 

“Y/N! You’re up,” he said, excited.

“Yup,” you nodded with a faint smile. “How’re you doing?”

The boy shrugged, gesturing to the numerous books and papers around him.

“How does it look like I’m doing?” You studied his face, taking in his tired eyes and dark bags.

“When was the last time you slept?” You asked, concerned. He shrugged again. 

“Dean got me a twelve pack of RedBull on Thursday, and I’ve been drinking that since then, and today is Saturday, so…” He was quiet as he calculated in his head. “Forty-one hours give or take.” Your jaw dropped.

“That explains the heavy metal,” you muttered to yourself, before focusing back on the boy.

“Kevin that’s not healthy at all. You should go take a nap or something.” You made a mental note to yell at Dean about this. He can’t just keep pumping Kevin like a machine. 

“No, I’m good, Y/N. Great, even,” Kevin reassured, “I’ve been getting so much work done— I should’ve been drinking RedBull to study for my SATs.” You gave him a look.

“I’ll take a nap once the caffeine wears off, I swear,” he compromised, and you sighed before agreeing, knowing there was no point in him trying to sleep while being hopped up on RedBull. 

“Do you know where Sam and Dean are?” You asked, still having seen no sign of either brother. Kevin nodded.

“Sam’s in his room and I think Dean is in the garage.” 

“Alright, thanks Kev.” You watched as he reinserted his earphones and covered his hand with yours before he could turn the music back on.

“I’m serious, though. Get some sleep.” He gave you a smile in agreement and started his music. You began to walk towards the garage, but looked back once more at Kevin, his pencil softly tapping in time with the music as his eyes skimmed the page before him. You shook your head in disbelief at the sheer amount of motivation he possessed before turning. You grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge before heading towards the garage. 

Baby’s hood was up while Dean tinkered away. His head was ducked and his back was towards you. He had one arm leaning on the edge of the car, and you shamelessly watched as his muscles rippled underneath his black t-shirt with every movement. The soft guitar strums of Stairway to Heaven echoed throughout the garage accompanied by Dean’s quiet hums. 

“Want a drink?” you offered, not knowing what else to say. Dean stood quickly, muttering a quiet “fuck” when his head hit the hood. He faced you, rubbing the top of his head, and his eyes skimmed your body. Satisfied that you were truly alright, he smirked at the beers in your hands. 

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart,” he teased. You shrugged.

“Forty hours of beauty sleep does that to a girl,” you joked, as he walked over. He grabbed the two beers from your hands, setting them down on the workbench next to you before engulfing you in a tight embrace. You breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne and laundry detergent mixed with a tinge of motor oil, burying your face into his chest. 

“I was really worried,” he admitted softly, the vibrations of his deep voice resonating through his body and into yours. You tilted your head back until your eyes locked with his beautiful green eyes and you smiled. 

“I’m okay now,” you reassured. 

“How’d you bring me back?” You asked, curious ever since you awoke. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Sammy found a healing spell, so we just laid some mojo on you and let you rest,” he explained plainly. You nodded— it was really quite simple. 

His gaze subtly dropped to your lips and your breath hitched. You tilted your face up and slightly leaned in. Your stomach dropped when he leaned away, filling you with hurt and confusion. He stepped out of your embrace, creating distance between the two of you before grabbing a beer and chugging half of the bottle’s contents. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried thinking of what you did wrong. He said he loved you, but he doesn’t want to kiss you? Maybe it was a pity thing? Should you bring it up? 

He had gone back to working on Baby, and you took that as a sign of dismissal. For a second, you contemplated leaving the garage and crying in your bed for a good hour or two— heaven knew that’s what you really wanted to do— but you were also angered by his callous reaction. 

Fuck it.

“Dean, I heard you say it back,” you said, an accusatory tone twinging your voice. 

“I don’t wanna talk about this, Y/N,” he said, sternly. You rolled your eyes.

“Why not?” You were annoyed now. “I almost died and yes, it’s on me for not telling you sooner but at least I’m willing to talk about it now.” He huffed before setting his tools down and turning towards you.

“We’re not doing this,” he insisted, causing frustrated tears to well in your eyes. 

“Fine. Good to know that the only time you remember your feelings for me is when I’m dying,” you spat, tear spilling down your cheeks, before adding, softer, “I just wanted us to have more time.” 

You turned away, moving towards the door when you felt a warm hand on your wrist. You spun around, wrenching your wrist from his grasp. Your defiant eyes met his hesitant ones. 

“I want us to have more time too, sweetheart,” he started, and you scoffed in disbelief.

“Clearly,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “That’s why you pushed me away instead of kissing me and won’t even talk about whatever it is between us— so we could have more time.” 

“I just don’t know if us being together is the best idea,” he stated and anger flared within you once more. 

“And why not?” You pressed. 

“Because everyone I care about dies, Y/N,” he said, quietly. “If we were together, it would be dangerous for you. I’ll put a target on your back, and especially with all of the angels roaming around, I couldn’t handle something happening to you because of me.” 

“Dean, that’s bullshit and you know it,” you argued.

“Is it?” He cut you off. “I’m the one who cast all those angels out of heaven. You think they’re happy being trapped on Earth? We don’t even have Cas on our side this time.” 

“You’re acting like you’re the only one who took part in casting out the angels, but you weren’t. Sammy and I were right alongside you,” you insisted. “And you ‘putting a target on my back’ is a load of crap. I’ve been hunting with you guys for over five years and I was hunting alone for six years before that. You don’t think monsters wanna gank me too?” 

His intense gaze faltered, but you continued your tirade.

“If you don’t wanna be with me, then just say that. But don’t make shit up as an excuse, trying to turn it so that it’s in my best interests,” you stated with finality. 

“I want to be with you, Y/N,” he whispered. “God, I want to be with you so bad it hurts.” His large hand enveloped yours, and his thumb traced comforting circles. 

“But I want you to be safe, and you’ll never be safe with me.”

“Dean, I’m a hunter. I’ll never be safe, period,” you reasoned. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. 

“At least give us a chance,” you pleaded, knowing his resolve was close to crumbling. 

“Alright,” he whispered. Your heart raced as you leaned in, and this time, he leaned in too.

Taglist: @akshi8278 @skyewardolicitycloisdelena91 @lanea-1 @slamminmine @bluedragonflylady @cevans-winchester

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #y/n x dean winchester #reader x dean winchester #dean angst #dean fluff #supernatural #supernatural oneshot #muffinbeliever

[kaisacobra]

I just read Second Best and I've never been punched in the heart by a fic like that.

Like, I'm losing my mind over what you've written and had to read all of the asks since it came out.

I definitely think Tara doesn't deserve R after everything she's said and done, you can't keep hurting someone and expect that love will be enough to patch all wounds. You said that Tara had some reasoning (maybe not justified but still) as to why she treats R that way and also I understand that everyone grieves differently.

I'd like to understand Tara on this, because it seems despite everything that happened she did love Amber and it might be hard for her to reconcile both Amber as her girlfriend and Amber as one of her attempted killers and THEN having to shoot her and ofc being threatened by people who seem close to you has got to fuck you up irreparably, like she definitely needs help and maybe having THAT conversation in the middle of a volatile environment such as a party full of alcohol and high emotions was an awful idea and R was right in trying to stop Sam and Tara, still, Tara's lashing out seems to me like just that, her lashing out because she may have started feeling crowded on and Sam reminded of how fucked up she might actually be and THEN bringing Reader into the argument finally (and unfortunately) gave Tara an outlet for all of her conflicting emotions. She has the perfect target, she knows Reader's weaknesses, she knows how to frame her words and most importantly she knows that R won't actually fight back. She just wanted to inflict damage somehow and she got it, she just didn't have the wherewithal to hold back on her words, and now she's left with the consequences of the damage she caused.

I'm not trying to make excuses for Tara, what she said was definitely fucked up and she may seem undeserving of happiness to some, but I wanted to understand the reasoning behind it, because in the end she is just a girl who needs help but refuses to see it and lashes out when confronted. And if she were to get a happy ending, I think the best way to go about it would be to work on herself first and start fixing what she broke.

Anyways. As for Reader I am so excited as to the realm of possibilities of moving on mean, especially now that they are in NY. Bringing in Quinn for Reader just so the Gang still has a connection to R despite the shit show that went down AND to drive the knife further (literally) on how fucked Tara was and watching R falling for Quinn's charms (platonically or romantically) just for Quinn to end up harming them to get TO TARA, maybe Quinn senses how R means more to Tara than she likes to admit. R being attacked and feeling more vulnerable than ever is ofc going to make her close up even MORE when Tara tries to make amends because, hasn't Reader been through enough, R is going to be guarded and hesitant around Tara, not so much cold because despite everything you can't make a love like that go away that easily, so R may be civil and even friendly with Tara but definitely won't be getting close enough to give Tara the power to hurt R again.

As for the Kate Route, I can definitely see it happening, R is out in NY and ofc is looking at safety measures to implement, they somehow meet through Bishop Security and that's that, R has now a Golden Retriver friend (who has a Golden Retriever!) that somehow became R's loyal bestfriend. R definitely takes a quick liking to Kate too, since Kate tends to be funny and protective (kinda reminds R of Tara too) and she is so outspoken and confident that R can't help but keep her as a friend, a breath of fresh air after walking on eggshells with Tara because of R's feelings. And of course, Kate seems like someone who falls fast and hard, and isn't afraid to show it, so even if R can't feel the same at the moment Kate understands and respects that, even offering some comfort after finding out everything that went down with Tara and R. Kate being excited to meet the 'core four' and everyone can't help but fall for Kate's charming personality, they see her being hopeful and daydreaming as the perfect contrast to Reader's 'down-to-earthness' and are relieved that R has someone in the group who can finally choose Reader FIRST, since Sam is Tara's sister and the twins are hesitant to take sides (even though Mindy thinks R is almost always right). Kate being fast friends with Chad over sports and becoming gym buddies (love the hc of Chad spilling the tea to Kate over some reps), Mindy likes that Kate is loyal and keeps R happy and although Sam is distrustful and paranoid at first she eventually warms up to Kate after finding out that Kate lost her father and has a shitty mother (Sam can relate) and the favors from Bishop Security to the Carpenter's definitely help too.

If following the events of the movie I can definitely see Kate trying to sus out the killer and ALMOST getting it right, her going into protective mode so fast and losing her mind when R keeps risking it all for the sake of Tara, she gets it since she fell for R but can't help but worry if there's something else to it and maybe she didn't notice how devastated R really was after Tara.

Tara WANTS to hate Kate, and she definitely gets close to it when seeing how affectionate Kate is (Kate definitely is into platonic PDA and can't help herself, specially since R doesn't seem to mind) (it's nice to feel wanted for once) and how receptive everyone is to Kate's go-lucky attitude and neverending gifts. Like Sam, she definitely isn't trusting Kate from the get-go and all the gifts Kate brings the gang aren't helping, but even from the beginning nobody takes Tara seriously because they can clearly see that it all stems from jealousy of not having Reader's attention to herself for the first time. And even though they try to ease Kate into their dynamic as to not upset Tara further it doesn't work because Tara doesn't even realize why she doesn't like Kate fully! They both seem like they could be great friends! Why is it though when she sees Kate and R she gets so mad?

Kate definitely knows what's going on and can't help but be cocky about it to which the gang just gets more exasperated with the added antics of Kate (who is in love with R but respects R's feelings, but loves to make Tara jealous) Tara (who is jealous, doesn't know why and thinks R and Kate are together) and Reader (who is oblivious to all of this and is nursing a broken heart while still in the same friend group as Tara), while also dodging a murderer, yay!

Honestly however it ends up, Reader with or without Tara, adding someone to stir the pot like Kate or Quinn? For a moment? Maybe?

We can all agree that Reader definitely needs a moment to heal and survive what's coming.

Also

"...because you promised her you wouldn't leave her alone and she just doesn't wanna believe that death is the one thing that's gonna break you apart".

That line hits so hard how DARE you

...aand i know I'm late since you are already writing the 2nd part but I still wanted to share my thoughts.

Awesome writing and I'm so invested! Can't wait!

You see, this is precisely why part 2 is getting so long🤭 I want you guys to understand Tara and why she's doing the things that way and i want it to make sense ever since the beginning. I don't believe people are born mean and i wanna transfer that into the story. Tara wasn't born mean and i want y'all to see why she's like that.

Now, am i saying this is gonna wipe every damage Tara has made to R and make her a victim? Absolutely not. But at the end of the day, she's just a girl with issues that needs to get help before trying to make up and be in good terms with R again.

Kate would definitely integrate herself so well within the core four and that would make Tara go ballistic. Not only does she has to deal with Ms. Perfect stealing her place as R's number one person but now she's winning over her friends as well? Tara would be pissed and always on the verge of throwing a fit whenever Kate's around.

And Kate is a little shit, let's be fr here. This girl is a rich heir with no siblings, she never had to share a thing all her life and you expect her to just be cool about this random gnome trying fight her over R? Nuh uh. She's doing things to piss Tara off on purpose (and sometimes she even asks you for permission before doing it, just to make sure she's not creating an awkward vibe)

Don't worry, you're not late for anything! I loved your thoughts and i had so much fun reading them. I hope you'll like what i have planned for part 2 🥰

#✦: 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠

[daintylovers]

STOPPP HOW DID I JUST THINK OF THIS?? you cleaning up/bandaging mike after he gets in a fight at a party (probably defending you)

AAAAAAHHHHH YES YES YES YES ANGRY PROTECTIVE MIKE FOR THE WIN!!!

- it started with you begging him, literally on your knees begging him to go with you for the annual halloween party

- you guys have never gone and it’s always eaten away at you. so to get on his good side, you skipped the pestering and the normal asking and went right to what he would most likely say yes to. and who wouldn’t say yes to an angel like you on their knees asking if he would accompany them.

- you guys end up going (for obvious reasons) and dress up as that cheesy couple duo of a devil and an angel. you being more into the halloween spirit this year, wanted to go as the devil because you wanted to splash some fake blood on your face.

- this left mike in a pair of uncomfortable angel wings and a halo headband in his mop of curls (i am a firm believer that if mike is dating you, he will start taking care of his hair and letting his curls come through, the way they always should be) mike also had the pleasure of you leaning over him, straddling his waist right before leaving, and swiping glitter along his eyelids as well as creating little glitter tear drops that glistened from under his dark eye bags

- it had been about hour two of being there, and you were having THE time of your life. you had never felt better. you had taken a few shots with max and el. and then even more with will. then lucas made you his buddy for beer pong. was everyone normally this nice? probably not but you would take what you could get.

- all this time mike would be participating, or hiding where he could see you. he knew you could handle yourself so he was watching out for other creeps, while still letting you have fun without him

- this is when he heard some douche bag talking about you. saying shit about how short your skirt was and how good your boobs looked with the corset you had laced up.

- mike was trying his hardest to keep his temper in control. you would be upset if he started a fight right now, and he just wanted you to be happy. but when he started hearing the group of guys talk about harming you was when he had enough

- he waltzed right up to the pack of animals and swung at the nearest one. there was three in total and already the first one was gone. the other two immediately launched into attack mode while the crowd began to thicken.

- one of them got a few good hits on mike but then tripped on mikes long ass legs that were splayed out from when he fell from one of the punches. mf hit his head and started sobbing like a baby. that left mike and one more dickhead. which was fine because by then mike had recovered and realized this was the one who had been talking about you all night

- mike was going to hit him only a few times, he swears it. but when the guy said “maybe you should tell your slut girlfriend to cover up next time” he fucking lost it. in a second flat, mike was pummeling the guy to pieces. lucas and max (surprisingly) ended up having to yank mike off him

- you had seen the last half of it. you were so embarrassed. one night of fun was all you asked for, and then teenage assholes ruined it for you

- after you had located where lucas and max had taken mike, you said your goodbyes and helped him to the car. he wasn’t beaten to a pulp like the other guys but he had taken some hits to the head, his nose was bleeding, and he was going to have one hell of a bruise on his shin. not to mention all the cuts on his knuckles.

- once you guys got home, you rushed him into the bathroom, making him sit on the toilet seat. you both hadn’t said anything the whole ride home and the tension in the air could have been sliced with a machete. it was him who broke first with a softly spoken “are you angry with me?”

- you could have hit him right there, of course you weren’t angry with him! he was defending you for christ’s sake. plus with those big puppy dog eyes staring up at you from your position in between his knobby knees, and the blood that had been smeared across his face, he looked like a greek god personified.

- you started with his face first, running a warm wash cloth over the blood and giving him an ice pack to hold against his eye. then you took one hand at a time into your much smaller ones and wiped at all the cuts, making sure to finish off with your signature princess bandaids.

- the whole time you were working, he was staring. once it had been confirmed you weren’t angry, he launched into a one sided conversation on why boys are disgusting and how you should never have to be around them again. never mind the fact that he identified as male, or that you were in his presence right now. he thought you to be too pure for anyone.

- he would gladly punch a misogynist for you. to be fair i think he would punch anyone for you.

- mf lives to be a knight in shining armor for you and you only <3

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #will byers #eleven

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Can you please do the eternal/human au but with thena being human and gil as the eternal this time, please? Your stories are so good!

Thena somewhat glanced to her right as someone else also sat down at the museum bench. She was looking up at one of her favourite relics--an old tablet potentially depicting one of the earliest examples of The Epic of Gilgamesh. She sighed. "Is this really about you?"

He sighed, his hands in the pockets of his black bomber jacket. "It's not the real story. Just something Sprite made up to make me sound like a jerk."

Thena looked up at the tablet again. "The Tyrant King in one of humanity's earliest tales, but you go by Gil?"

He shrugged his massive shoulders. "It's easier than Gilgamesh."

Thena looked at him more properly. She was very familiar with the face of the apparently immortal man next to her. Of course, she had thought he was a very mortal, very human person, just like herself. She had thought he was sweet, if a little shy, and that he just had a special interest in the history of the ancient world.

A very human man who had asked her out, and she had said yes.

"Were you okay?" Gilgamesh asked her more quietly, even given the echously silent exhibit. "Did anything happen close to here?"

"No," she admitted just as secretively. She looked at her hands on her lap over her pencil skirt. "We felt some tremors, but I suppose you took care of things at the epicentre."

Gilgamesh squirmed in his seat.

She had been watching the news, knowing that he was closer to the centre of the city at the farmer's market. The footage was shaky, and the world was acclimating to strange and wild events more and more rapidly. But still, seeing some deviant beast running around London was certainly a shock.

Even more so when the news footage seemed to capture the blurry image of an incredibly strong looking man, literally punching said monster straight through the skull. His face was still a mystery, but he didn't have the average build, certainly. And Thena had known right away that it was Gil.

"Are you a wizard?"

"Pfft, no," he scoffed, waving his hand in the air to dismiss it. "We've seen those guys pop up all over the place, but I wouldn't call what we do 'magic' in any way."

"Then what do you call it?"

Her sharp question landed as intended, and he sighed again. He turned somewhat on the opposite side of the bench from her. She eyed him. "Cosmic Energy."

"So you're an alien?"

"Uh, I guess I don't have a better word for it," he made a face, finally pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget. He scratched at the hair on his chin. "Eternals is what we're called, uh, officially--I guess. We've been on earth for..."

They both looked up at the tablet again, describing the strength and might of 'Gilgamesh' the tyrant.

He rolled his eyes, "I guess you know, give or take a thousand years."

Thena did look at him more now, as opposed to glaring at him from the corner of her eye. He looked truly contrite, and she knew that he wasn't particularly comfortable with little white lies. Apparently larger ones were more necessary though. "So when you said you could 'really picture yourself' in the battle of Troy, or the siege of Alexandria-"

"I mean we couldn't be everywhere at once," he excused for himself, his smile convincing neither of them. He gave it up rather quickly, sagging again. "But, uh, yeah."

They fell into silence, Gil in particular struggling for what to say next. Thena looked around the museum. She had always been so entrenched in history from all over the globe. The museum felt more like home than her cold and neglected one bedroom flat ever did. And when she had first thought Gil was quite like a walking historic encyclopedia - like a walking piece of history - perhaps she hadn't been so far off.

"So," she started in what she hoped wasn't too bitter a tone of voice, "why talk to me?"

Maybe it didn't work, because Gilgamesh certainly looked like she had screamed and slapped him across the face.

"Or do you make a habit of chatting up humans?" she added, and that part was more acerbic. This wasn't even about their relationship, or the lie of who he was at his core, or even his species.

"Thena," he pleaded, sounding like she had stabbed him through the heart. Would that even kill him?

But she did feel bad. Against her better judgement, she regretted that she had hurt his feelings. She huffed, mostly at herself, "I would think befriending humans would be dangerous for you."

"It can be."

She looked at the honest confession in time to see the sad slouch in his posture.

"We outlive basically everything, and we have to move pretty often, especially with wifi and phones and stuff, now. We don't usually get to really meet or get to know people anymore."

Gil had said Eternals, plural, and she had heard him discuss a few names like 'Sprite' or 'Kingo' before, implying he had some kind of kin or at least some of his own as friends. She didn't know these other Eternals, but knowing what of Gilgamesh she did, she had to imagine that it was hard for him.

Gil was sweet, and charismatic and gentle. And he seemed to genuinely love getting to hold the door open for people, or helping someone elderly with their bags or petting stray cats. He seemed to thrive most when he was surrounded by life, no matter how fragile or temporary it was--how mortal it was.

"I ended up here to keep my sister some company after," Gil slipped his hands back into his pockets, a sign of uncomfortability in both mortals and immortals, evidently. "She and her husband had a split, I guess you could say. I didn't want her to be alone, so I moved here a few years ago. It was just going to be for a decade or so, then maybe we'd go our separate ways again or maybe we'd move on somewhere else together."

Just a decade or so, he said.

"But then," he looked at her with a soft smile, and unfortunately it still made her heart skip. "I met you."

She forced herself to frown at that.

"I didn't mean to," he confessed, and she wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. "Sersi told me all about the museum here, and to see all the stuff people have gotten right or wrong over the years. She met some human, which I told her not to. I guess I can't really say anything about it now, though."

He truly did sound like a brother disapproving of his sister's boyfriend. And he truly didn't have any leg to stand on now, either. "Was it because of Sersi-"

"No, no," he shook his head and looked at her all soft eyed again. "It's not because of anything. It was...it was because of your eyes."

"My eyes?" she felt the need to repeat aloud. It sounded like a cheesy pickup line, or something from a tawdry romance novel. But she supposed that if Gilgamesh had heightened senses, perhaps he would be able to discern her eye colour from an unreasonable distance.

"I used to look out over the water all the time," he recounted, even turning to look at a painting on another wall. "My favourites were always really calm and green and sparkly."

Damn this man and his charming words.

He tilted his head back in her direction. "I was just gonna ask you some dumb question to chat a little and then leave. But then you got so passionate when I asked you the wrong thing on purpose."

She pursed her lips faintly. He had - deliberately? - asked her about the 'Minerva' statue they had, and where in Greece it had been made. It had immediately irked her that he had gotten the Roman name for her right, then the location also right, but in direct conflict with the other half of his question. Surely if he knew the name Minerva, he knew that was not what they called her in Greece--Athens, of all places!

Then he had asked her name, and she had to explain that Thena was not some nickname but her actual, legal name. The thought had charmed him and...and they kept talking from there.

He had picked just the right topic to get her to unload her entire master's degree of knowledge upon him, and he had eagerly listened to all of it. Most would flee partway through, but he had happily followed her around basically the whole floor as she recounted the many details and secrets and misinformation about her expertise.

And he had come back the next day for more.

"I loved hearing you talk about it," he whispered, moving a little closer now that he felt he could. "You were so passionate about it. I could really remember some of those times, and what I couldn't remember, I felt like I could imagine with how you described it."

"Thena, I just loved talking with you. I loved asking you silly questions, I loved you correcting me about stuff. I especially loved when we got interrupted that one time for your real job, and you offered me your card in case I had more questions."

He had pretended to have more questions. And they did actually end up texting that way. And then making plans that weren't just him showing up at her workplace. And then those plans became dates. They'd had five dinner dates and two lunches, and two coffees, although one of those had still been under the guise of their shared love of history.

"I wanted to get to know you more."

Even if he knew he would inevitably have to leave her life in a matter of months, if not years. It was a petty and bitter reaction, but maybe that was the truest way she felt about it; that he would have had to abandon her sooner than later. He thought those consequences were worth the risk, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Because she didn't want to lose him, thinking about it now. And the fact that she now knew that she would have to no matter the future was a slap in the face of her own.

"No matter how soon you would have had to leave London for a small lifetime?" she accused, using the adrenaline in her system to drown out the pain she was feeling.

But Gil didn't turn away from her scathing demand. He looked at her with those eyes that she had always seen as holding more than he ever said within. He clasped his hands in front of him, resting on his knees. "After meeting you, I didn't know if I could."

Thena looked down at her lap again as well. It had been a few months since she'd met Gil. And if what he said was true, he hadn't intended on staying in London long, let alone permanently. She wasn't sure how long he had been here before meeting her, either. But Sersi's relationship with Dane was no more than a year old, by now.

"Sersi asked me," he laughed dryly. "She asked if I knew what I was getting myself into, which was rich, coming from her."

He sounded exactly like a protective brother.

"I said I totally had it under control," he laughed at himself, which was something she - foolishly - found so charming about him. "No worries, y'know, so I made a friend, so what? It would be good for me. Next thing I know, I bought my first phone just so I could text you."

She stared. "You didn't have a phone before?"

He waved his hand dismissively again, and maybe she could see why a few of his mannerisms really seemed more like that of an old man than a gentleman in his late forties at most. "Sersi's been trying to convince me. She's so addicted to hers it's ridiculous. She even made an instagram! I told her she would just have to delete it in a few years but-!"

Thena held back a laugh as he cut himself off. "Should I feel honoured, or even more betrayed?"

It had been half joking and half serious, but Gil took on that sad, wounded expression again. "You have every right to feel that way. But Thena, I swear on all the time I have left: I chose to stay, so I could be close to you. I wanted to spend whatever time we could have together...with you."

It was a humbling admission. She didn't quite want to imagine the heavier implications of that. The idea of Gil never aging while she slowly became an old woman beside him. Or did he have some kind of magic, or Cosmic Energy rather, that would help with that? It sounded like Sersi had accepted the consequences of her dalliance with a human.

Gil had asked her if she would want to go to dinner with Sersi and Dane as a couple. Although now all she could think of was the two Eternals smiling on as their humans chatted away about trivial human things.

"Thena, please," Gil slid closer again, taking her hand in his. "I know I sound insane, and I don't blame you if you say you want nothing to do with me after this. But I never lied when I told you liked you, or that I wanted to spend the rest of my days listening to you talk about South American architecture, or Grecian olive harvesting, or the Guptan Empire."

Thena squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears in them. Gil swooped forward pulling her closer to him, always eager to comfort. He pressed his lips to her temple.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant for you to get hurt."

She believed that. Because Gil would never be capable of wishing harm on her. He probably wasn't capable of really wishing it on anyone, except maybe Sersi's ex-husband. She wouldn't have believed him capable of causing harm either, until the news today.

"If I could trade the rest of my forever for one more day with you, I would."

Maybe that was easy to say for someone who really did have a forever. She looked at him, wild in the eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered, looking away from her. He gave her cheek another kiss before releasing her slowly. "I'll give you time to think. If...if you don't want to talk anymore, I'll understand. But if I don't hear from you in a few days, can I at least come check if you're okay?"

She nodded, completely without the words to ask him to stay. He took it though, nodding back and then walking towards the far exit of the museum floor. She could hear his steps the whole way, although her heart felt like it was pounding at the inside of her skull.

She had a lot to think about. Aliens and monsters and immortal Eternals who had been on Earth for thousands of years. Did this have anything to do with how half of the earth's population vanished in the blink of an eye those years ago? Did they also blip? Could they?

She had so much to think about, so much to worry about. And the only person she wanted to talk to about it all just left.

#Thenamesh AU #bestie I love it #I wasn't entirely sure how to approach it at first #reversals can take some delicacy y'know? #but Gil thrives so much on connection #and it's the one thing he can't afford to have in the modern world as an immortal? #then Sersi is like I found this guy...he's...human #Gil: obviously there were no other options but Sersi come on #she says just meet him #anyway Gil goes to the museum to stroll down memory lane #and meets this harsh and obstinate museum lady who looks like the statue of Athena but better #and he goes again #and again #and he worries she'll think he's stalking her #but she has such great insight and she loves history and she's pretty #and he swears he didn't mean to but he's done what he was never supposed to #he's attached #he's protective of her #so a Deviant shows up #and he immediately thinks #you're not getting anywhere near her

[ad0rebrial]

Im back<333

SF gang + reader who is the tallest so they ask him for help with lots of things.. like a lot of things..

And then Larry and Ash secretly ask him to beat Travis's ass, which he says no at first.., Until Travis makes fun of him for being 1. Trans and 2. Gay. (I wanna see u write a fight tbh)

~☆

You’re always on the run with helping out your friend due to their height. You’re literally the giraffe in the group and that comes with having your own daily job to do EVERY DAY!

Helping out your short ass friends!

Sal, the shortest out of the bunch needs help the most. He always needs your assistance when he can’t reach an object. He sometimes doesn’t even want to ask for your help because you always help him the most and he feels bad…but also kinda embarrassed…He doesn’t want to seem like a burden to you but you just brush it off and help him anyway!

Larry, he is pretty damn tall but you took over that position to the point where he finds himself asking you for some assistance. He doesn’t ask you a lot since he still is considered tall but when he finds himself in a situation where he genuinely can’t reach the thing that he wants he calls for you! However, he can get lazy and will still ask for your help to get something down for him when he can very obviously get it down himself.

Ash. she’s at average height for her age as a young girl so it’s understandable that she may call you down to help her. She jokes playfully about your height but never in a rude way, she just finds it funny how you two tease with each other just for funsies.

Todd, he is basic for his height but he still needs some help here and there. He won’t ways ask you for help since he can simply just get himself something to stand on but when he doesn’t have anything near, he goes to you for help! He finds you very useful and a very helpful person. Thats what he likes about you.

When Travis ends up coming into the picture with his rude tendencies it starts to become a more big of a job with Larry and Ash telling you that you should beat the crap out of him. You obviously don’t just stand by and watch your friends get called names and what not so you open your mouth and say something smart. But that’s when Travis ends up saying something that presses a bit too much on the buttons.

Travis is known for his bad mouth. He’s prone to say something that he knows that will get someone pissed off. Looks like you were the lucky winner for both sides. One—his insult on you being Transgender and Gay. Two—winning the fight.

As soon as those words left Travis’s filthy mouth you swung at him and popped him right in the mouth, knocking him off his feet and onto the school floor. This got the attention of all the students in the halls and caused a loud ruckus as you were practically beating the crap out of Travis, directing harsh punches to his face. If a teacher hadn’t been in close range you would’ve given the boy another black eye. Of course the culprits behind the egging on (Aka:Larry and Ash) were cheering you from the crowd as Todd and Sal were frantic for you.

You got some OSS for a good few days but your friends were there for you, giving you the work that you wouldn’t be able to do at school and taking notes down for you for any upcoming tests or assignments. Sal was worried for you the most because he doesn’t believe in violence, he actually felt bad for Travis since he had to get some stitches here and there from what he heard.

Other than that, let’s just say that Travis kept his mouth shut for a good while. Keep in mind that just because you let the tension air out for a while—it doesn’t exactly mean that the tension won’t be there when you come back around to start more stuff.

#sally face #sally face imagine #sally face oneshots #sally face drabbles #sally face fluff #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face x you #sally face x reader #larry johnson drabbles #larry johnson x y/n #larry johnson fluff #larry johnson x you #larry johnson imagines #ashley campbell drabbles #ashley campbell x you #ashley campbell fluff #ashley campbell x y/n #todd morison x reader #travis phelps

[boxwinebaddie]

I FUCKING KNEWWWW KENNY HAD A THING FOR RAVENSTAN THE SECONDD HE GOT WEIRD AROUND KYLE SHDJFJFIDISK

AHJHSKSDKDSJS! WOOPS! CAUGHT EM RED-RAVENSTANNED!

...fellas, is it gay to fly into a blind rage and almost break your hand violently smashing a novelty candlestick holder into a windowpane trying to pry it open so your Close Platonic Friend you don't have feelings for who is having a ravenstannic attack can breathe in the cool air while you gently caress their face and reassure them that everything is going to be okay...in front of EVERYONE???? hELLO??!!

very...normal and chill behavior. a normal thing to do for your...friend.

chapter three was so unserious, oh my god. kenny was mad-mad. omg i just knooooooo kyle curled up in ravens lap and kenny was freshly Homicidal behind the skeleken mask and that copy of milfs incorporated which was creased in several places by their rage, smh.

literally kenny and kyle in rm3 in a nutshell:

kenny: cracking jokes, telling stories, making friends with everyone

kyle: breathes once

kenny: damn thats Crazy! who the FUCK asked you?? choke, bitch! :)

kenny, going back to telling their story: anyways! like i was sayin before i was so RUDELY interrupted! holy shit, sOME PEOPLE! WOW!

kyle, reaching across the couch, held back by 3 people: WHAT WAS THAT!!! DEAD BITCHES SAY WHAT??? NOTHING!!!! THATS RIGHT!!!

SHKDHLSDHD WIIILD! yall wanna talk about HATE at first sight?!!!!

those boys are going to KILL each other. its gonna be the petty olympics. i would not put either of them above throwing drinks or punches, pulling hair, screaming, scratching, the whole nine yards.

all while raven is sitting there scratching his beautiful fake blonde head and batting his big dumb massive gorgeous lead singer boy eyelashes all over the place like!!! aaaaaa!!! quit it you two! be nice!!! :(

LIKE BABY WILL YOU WIPE THE HOT BOY EYELINER AND MASCARA CRUMBLE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN EYES AND LOOK?

smh the r in rm stands for everyone is in love with ravenstan and i get it but oh my god...that boy's helen of troy beauty is such a CURSE.

( its his sweet soul actually: the eyes are just a window 2 the soul <3 )

it's gonna be such a meeeeeeeess because ken and ravens bestie dynamic is that they just hit on each other all the time and are really touchy esp. when drunk and its such a FUNNY JOKE until raven is tipsy n giggly in kennys lap and jersey kyle is ready to kill himself and everyone else ala pep3 and kenny is like Whats The Matter Kyle <3 ;)

kyle: trying to figure out why watching the boy hes supposed to hate being fake flirty with another boy is making him really really MAD

DRAMA!!!!!!!!!!!! INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me: preaches up and down about just wanting a moment of peace

also me: CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT

-uncle nina, causing problems in my own household for fun <3 :)

#this is my favorite messy side plot #unfortunately stans beautiful boyfail cringe comp actual angel kicked puppy dog energy has bewitched everyone smh #ravenstan abt to leave on his date like kenny how do i look #kenny: considering throwing themself out the window #no one put kyle on RaKen tiktok hes gonna get mad oh my god hes gonna keyboard warrior in the comments sections #the cd boys are so much they hit on eachother so much but uh that line gets blurry sometimes #they taught ravenstan a little too good..they are all like oh my god raven chill out before i kiss u on the LIPS homie jesus christ #for a man with no ass he is HAULING it people are DYING #like he flew through those ravenstan mcwhoremick assignments on floozy 101 he is way too powerful on stage #jealous kyle stans rise we ride at crimson dawn #its ok kennys never going to tell either of them abt that kyle is just gonna figure out it bc his brain is huge #and slowly mentally detrioriate abt it probably and overanalyze every interaction frothing at the mouth #FEATURING A BOY HE HATES AND DOES NOT CARE ABT #i live for petty kyle hes gonna start being a menace #OVER A MAN!!!!! BEBE STEVENS COME GET UR GBF

[crinkled-emotions]

ok ok ok here we go. Lemme set the stage... Hangman is late to class (which nEVER happens right?? jk yes it does). He comes running, literally running and frantically eating his microwaved breakfast, into the classroom right as Maverick starts lecturing. Then Pete is like "kk fam we're doing aerobatics maneuvers today so suit up ASAP." Hangman tries to scarf down his food, Bad Idea #1, then go up in the jet and do all sorts of crazy shit, Bad Idea #2.

BOOM. TUMMYACHE.

(I have had too much coffee this morning but tbh I regret nothing)

......w*termelon s*gar

*sobs* watermelon... s*gar... I'm fine.

I asked Hangman what he thought about this and dude pretended to be dead and I was like well damn that's a vibe but also- dude, the world's not gonna end... or is it?

Anyway it's nearly midnight but my little brain says you didn't work today use your noggin for something useful and here we go!!

No listen I'm thinking of that one story about the jet, and the puke, and it all- I won't share the whole thing. It's on youtube. Sorry Glen lmao. (time stamped link!)

-

Despite being in the US Navy, where scheduling was key, things tended to be a little up in the air a majority of the time. The Daggers had come to rely on some very basic facts that would get them through everything mildly unstable or the rapid changes in their day to day lives;

The first, Rooster was the mother hen of their group and according to Maverick, he got it from his dad. For a man who had once upon a time almost punched Hangman for making a comment about his two fathers, he was incredibly docile a majority of the time and tended to have advice or a hug for those who needed it.

Phoenix always started the day by throwing an arm over Bob's shoulders at breakfast and stealing his hashbrown from his plate at breakfast because she wasn't quite hungry enough for a full meal but she was indeed hungry enough to eat them every morning. He'd started asking for extra in the queue and the kitchen staff found it hilarious.

Payback and Fanboy, once an inseparable duo, had now roped Bob in with them and the three of them spent a lot of time tossing a football around or talking about something nerdy. Bob preferred Red Dwarf to Star Trek and apparently Fanboy had never heard of Red Dwarf so they were watching that in their spare time. Payback, ever the supportive pilot, always made the drinks and snacks for their viewing sessions.

Lastly, Hangman was never late. Ever. Not even to a doctor's appointment on the other side of base, or to a gathering at Maverick's a few weeks back when he had a dentist appointment right before. Rooster asked him about it once, the first time they went through TOPGUN, and Hangman had shrugged, claiming he'd been raised that being late was never a good look.

-

Yawning, Maverick stood near the lecturn and reached for his paperwork, grimacing.

"Why are we still doing roll call? What are we, twelve?"

"Thirteen, actually Mav, I think I'm getting my first chest hair," Rooster deadpanned which earned snorts of laughter. Maverick sighed, leaning on said lecturn and grimacing.

"Bradley, please, now is not the time to be talking about your delayed-"

"-I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I had to- never mind."

Hangman came rushing into the room, some kind of microwaveable burrito in his hand as he took his seat at the front of the room. Maverick watched him for a moment, shock written on his face, and then he cleared his throat.

"Don't worry about it, I hadn't said anything important yet. Uh, okay, so if the email didn't send last night, a recap of what we're doing today-"

"-what email?" Phoenix asked, confusion on her face, and Maverick blinked for a moment.

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me or I didn't send it right."

He looked to Bob for support but Bob shrugged, staying silent.

"Alright then... I guess we'll go over it. This morning we're getting straight into hops, we're fixing some manoeuvres I wasn't so sure of last week, and then the rest of today we should be- Bagman, you wanna give yourself a moment to breathe before you choke on that poor burrito? What'd it do to you?"

Maverick had been watching Hangman out of the corner of his eye since he came in, surprised to find him scarfing down his breakfast. The younger aviator blushed, tentatively putting down his burrito.

"Sorry, sir."

"Mmhmm. Okay guys, off you go, get your pre-flight checks done and let me know if you need anything. Bradley we'll talk about your sass later."

"Sure thing, Mav."

-

Honestly, the breakfast burrito hadn't even had time to settle as Hangman scrambled into his flight suit. He could hear Bob struggling with his zippers as usual and glanced over his shoulder at Rooster, who was humming along to whatever song was in his head.

"Hey, mom, you wanna help Baby on Board into his baby grow?"

"Suck a fat one, Bagman, I don't see you getting into yours so easy," Bob replied dryly, yet he extended his arms for Rooster to help him. Rooster huffed at Hangman, but chose not to respond. Hangman grimaced, feeling his stomach cramp, and put his ass back on the bench for a moment to recover.

"Oh shit, you're gonna blow chunks before the hop?" Payback scoffed as he rounded the corner from his locker, heading to the exit. To Hangman's surprise he was actually talking to Fanboy, who was bent over the sink and not looking so hot.

"Man, those fuckin' 'ritos, I swear to god I get sick every time I eat them."

Hangman's body temperature suddenly dropped and he shivered, swivelling toward the sinks in the locker room.

"Hey, Fanboy, what did you mean?"

"I was super hungry this morning but I got to breakfast late enough that there were only burritos left."

Oh, fuck.

-

"Okay, split into two teams. Coyote, I want you to spend some time working with Rooster today, you and Hangman are completely in sync but you and Rooster seem to be ever so slightly out."

"Yes sir," Coyote replied easily, navigating back toward Rooster's jet.

"Hangman, today I really want you to focus on communicating with... everyone, really."

His stomach was cramping again, and he could feel bile building in his throat. He swallowed it down, one eye on the air and the controls while he frantically searched for the puke bags. He'd just restocked them, he was sure-

"You got that, Hangman?"

He didn't have it, but he agreed anyway.

"Yes sir, I got it. Hey, do I get bonus points for taking out Rooster?"

"Sure, why not."

"What- hey! Mav!" Rooster protested. The Daggers could hear Maverick laughing.

"It'd be nice for you to be quiet for five minutes, so sure, you two compete against each other first. The first person to get tone wins, we'll wait over here."

"Fight's on!" Rooster called, clipping his mask on properly. Hangman furrowed his brows, chasing him through the clouds. They were matched neck-for-neck, but then Rooster pulled the move Maverick had taught him and let Hangman pull up to his tail, trying to get tone. Right at the last second he pulled up and settled behind Hangman, tone sounding immediately.

"God damn it," Hangman hissed whilst the others cheered. He could hear Rooster laughing through the comms and swore, ripping his mask off to catch his breath.

"Alright you two, knock it off. Hangman, sounds like you just earned yourself 200 push ups."

The rest of the Daggers cackled. Hangman winced, pinching the bridge of his nose as his stomach grumbled.

Oh, hell, seriously-

"Alright, everyone invert, we're going to-"

His stomach cramped and then he felt the bile rising again, but this time it was coming up. Reaching for where the sick bags were supposed to be he found nothing and cursed himself, one hand navigating his jet while the other covered his mouth just in case.

"Who is that gagging? Is everyone good?" Maverick asked. When the other Daggers called back that they were okay, Maverick cleared his throat.

"Hangman, I think you should go back to base, yeah? Get back on solid ground."

"S-sir, I- Mav-"

Too late.

-

"Guys, I'm so- fuck- I'm so sorry."

"It's not the worse we've seen, but your jet is out of commission for the rest of today at least."

The ground crew peered into Jake's jet, matching grimaces on both of their faces at the splashes of puke all over the controls and his seat. He was still sitting on the wing, a bucket in his arms as Maverick watched from the ground. His hands were on his hips and his aviators were staying over his eyes, but neither of these things hid the concern on his face.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" Maverick asked, shielding his face from the sun with his hand.

"Uh, think it was the breakfast burrito. Fanboy wasn't so hot either."

He buried himself back in the bucket, puking up what little he had left. Maverick grimaced, watching the rest of the Daggers coming over from where they'd all abruptly landed to see what was going on.

"Did anyone else eat the breakfast burrito?" Maverick asked them. When they all shook their heads, he facepalmed.

"You're all excused. Jake, get down from there, I'll take you home."

"Mav I'm not going anywhere until the wing stops spinning."

"Fair enough. Scoot to the edge, you can pretty much slide on to Rooster's shoulders."

"Hey-"

"-what-"

"-shut up you two, just work together for once. Rooster, go and stand by the wing."

"Yes sir," Rooster huffed, Payback going over to give him a hand. Hangman passed the bucket down to Coyote who seemed mildly disgusted and then scooted to the end of the wing. He managed to slide down, wrapping his arms around Rooster's neck. Rooster caught his legs but then proceeded to pretend to drop him. It was enough to rekindle the nausea and Hangman buried his head into Rooster's shirt. In seconds it was damp and he couldn't believe he'd just puked on his frenemy. He was never going to live this down.

-

#Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun: Maverick #TGM #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #sickfic #emeto #hurt/comfort

[arainmorn-art]

Ooooooh gosh. Watching Enola Holmes now. I'm only on the first hour, ugh. Right after THIS SCENE. It was so cringy and laughable I can't. This scene is a pure mindless power fantasy. I'm trying to tell myself that it's just a movie for teenage girls, I shouldn't be nitpicky, the tone of the movie is not serious... but I'm reading the Youtube comments under this video praising the scene and I want to talk about it. I'm a girl, I've been doing martial arts (mixed aikido) for three years and let me tell you this scene was bad. You know... I hoped this movie would be about outwitting your opponents, using your brains as your biggest strengths as a girl in a Victorian era. But whom I was kidding, we have a Netflix girl power movie, so let's get rid of any common sense.

First of all, that man was clearly not trying to kill Enola with those gently tossing and barely punching the air around her he did. One of the first things my sensei and his sensei told me is that no matter are you a man or a woman you have not many chances against a person who really, really wants to kill you. Not just frighten and rob you, kill you. Even very well-trained people now that. And they want to tell us, that a 16 year old girl having just lightly sparring with her suffragette terrorist mom in the garden could stand against an adult hitman? For how long Hollywood and Netflix will tell teenage girls and young women this type of lie? Oh boy. Let's take a look at the Enola's fight. This stunt on 1:30 might look impressive, but it's a garbage. It reminds me of throw from aikido for competions, which is not for real street fights, it's for show, so it makes a good base for stunts.

Yes, the uke (attacker) clearly knows when and how to jump to minimize the pain when the force is applied to his wrist and elbow joints, but the thing is the seme (defending) applies the force to unbalance the opponent and then throw him (my English is horrendous now, I know). Seme also never gets on his opponent's line of fall, he needs to stay in the control of situation (at least in aikido). But I keep rewatching that moment in the movie and I can't fucking see the moment where Enola would succesfully unbalance her opponent to do this throw. She kicked him with an elbow in his lower ribs, which is not a bad move, but not enough to desorient him with pain or to get him to bend over, it was not a solar plexis. And then SHE FUCKINGS JUMPS. She does a fucking flip with her 40 kilo ass to not only fakely throw him off balance, but to make him jump up and then land neatly past her, not on her, because she literally dives under his falling body with that move. Props to the actor to fall so carefully and not hurting Millie. Ugh.

Second, a man can crush woman's airpipe and skull with his bare hands, and usually easily outrun her. Men generally are stronger and faster. It's just a man design, they are built differently. That's why female and male sport competions are separated. Buuuuuut "Enola Holmes"'s executeves want to tell us, that a half-drowned girl in a dress and a corset was SO fast, that an adult fit man without a dress and a corset had to JUMP to hook her leg with a cane and stop her. Alright, she dodges his next strikes, though honestly I hardly find it believable, but then he takes her and throws against the wall. In such situation an air quickly leaves your lungs and you 're not likely to recover quickly, you also might have a concussion. Besides the drowning that's another point where our heroine could be done. By the way, the drowning was a bit more convincing, but then they pulled that eye-rolling gotcha moment with tricking and winking. It still was possible not because the heroine is smart, but because the attacker was stupid and indecisive. And he keeps being like that. As soon as she was on a ground everything could be finished very fast like in these brutal first seconds from Lucy's video:

He could kick her in the stomach, in the face, crack her skull with his boot, break her ribs, broken ribs would pop her lungs, there'd be internal bleeding, noone is here to save her - it would be over. And since he also has a knife, oh geeeeeee. Why. Why the killer must be so confused about finding out she wears a corset, when HE IS IN THE RIGHT REACH TO PULL OUT THE KNIFE FROM THE CORSET AND SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT. The adrenaline must be pumping, even a semi-realistic burglar would not wait for Enola to unbotten her dress to show him a corset, for fuck sake. Ah, yeah, if he would be still stupid enough to not slit her throat right away he would say "Thanks for letting me know!" and stabbed her holding the blade vertically, not across.

This scene is not only child-friendly, it is very girl-friendly. Very clean (with a tiny bit of dirt to add some grittiness), very careful so main heroine wouldn't get any hits in the face as the face must stay pretty, very naive as if her fight mistakes, which were praised for making the fight more realistic and the character not Mary Sue, would not be deadly to her and also if the killer was not hardly dumbed and slowed down, oooh, with a little bit of pain on the actress face so you could worry for her and all this jazz. And gooooooooooooooooooosh how cocky Enola is here it's infuriating. At the end of this scene she was not outsmarting her attacker, it was a very dumb luck that he threw her in the barn with explosives. Honestly, to make this scene both more realistic and smart they should have create a thriller Alien-like scene where the protagonist must use her wit and knowledge (which are so often mentioned in this movie) to actually outsmart the hitman. What about her knowledge in chemistry? Or for Netflix writers it is only "Ha-ha, nerds do boom-boom with chemicals!"? Fine, do something more with explosives. Do something with her knowledge in physics. Do something other than using brute force! Because you clearly can't do it too!

Ugh, I'm tired and frustrated now. And I can't imagine why would they call her Sherlock's sister aside from marketing reasons. Marketing worked, I'm watching it. I hoped to look at Henry Cavill's Sherlock having Henry's charm and beauty and Holmes's intelligance, but this is not a Sherlock but a random quite dense dude from any other story and there's a microscopic amount of Henry's performance. And nothing of it is smart. A character's intellectual ability is directly related to the intelligence of the writer. And I can firmly say this whole mess is a popcorn pew-pew show in Victorian costumes, and not anyhow a Sherlock Holmes story.

Let's move on.

#my post #martial arts #enola holmes #rant post #fighting #melee combat #combat #Youtube

[s3rendipitys]

Stargazing

(Ellie Williams x reader)

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, swear words, weed usage, mentions of alcohol, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), dom!ellie, idk what else i should put??? NSFW, MDNI

A/n: this is literally the first time i write something in like 3 years??? (also this is the first smut i’ve ever written so it’s probably bad lol) it’s kinda short but i promise it’ll get better

english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes!

reblogs, comments or even opinions in my dms are appreciated! ;)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After running away from a boring party, you found yourself laying in the grass near the little lake that was right by the end of the walls of Jackson.

And of course, you weren’t alone.

Ellie Williams was there with you, sharing a blunt while stargazing in the middle of July.

“Do you think it’s possible to buy a star?” The green-eyed girl asks, as she passes you the blunt.

“I don’t think so, Williams” You replied, taking a quick hit from the burning blunt.

“Why not?” Without looking at her face, you already knew she was furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well, uhm” You try to think but the weed is kicking in.

“See! I can buy a star and I will!” Ellie interrupts your thoughts and starts ranting about how she’s gonna buy a star and, somehow, she going to live on it.

You chuckle as you listen to her. Ellie always loved space and all that kind of stuff, and it was so enchanting seeing her face light up every time someone brought up the topic.

Well, right now you couldn’t really see her face because she had her hoodie on, but you knew she was smiling while talking, you could hear her smile.

You enjoyed Ellie’s presence, so much that on a random day of the previous summer you realised you had a crush on her.

It was really hard hiding it, because every time she entered a room or her name was brought up in a conversation, you would be all flustered.

Dina was the first one to acknowledge that. She saw how your gaze fell on her when she wasn’t looking, or how you always tried to be close to Ellie. So one day she invited you over to her place, with the excuse to help her choose a dress to go out with Jesse.

Of course you were clueless, so you waited in front of Dina’s closet, while the girl was sitting on her bed as she stared at you with a smirk.

“What?” You said in a confused tone, watching Dina. The girl raised an eyebrow and winked.

“I know that you like Ellie.” She declared so quickly that a squeal came from your mouth.

You felt your cheeks go bright red as you tried to deny it, but Dina knew better, so you two spent the rest of the afternoon talking about it.

The thought of her liking you back never crossed your mind, even though Dina always said that she was definitely into you, so you just kept quiet.

The auburn haired girl snaps you out of your thoughts by passing you the half smoked blunt, a light grin plastered on her lips.

“So, how are you feeling?” She asks in her raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Like i’m on another planet.” She says before laughing. Next to you Ellie was laughing as well.

“I wish we had more nights like this, you know,” She pauses to take a drag from the blunt. “Just having free time and not being on patrol, coming home late and tired.”

Your attention is towards the night sky as you listen to what Ellie is saying, and then you agree with her.

“I’m glad I get to spend this night with you.” She murmurs as she looks at you with her smirk, eyebrows slightly raised.

Your heartbeat quickens a bit, as you try to play it cool. “Bet your girlfriend won’t be too happy about it” You joke.

Her chuckles fills the air before she shifts a little towards you. “As if i have one.” Then she clears her voice and punches your shoulder in a friendly way. “How come we never talk about your relationships? Do you have anyone special?”

“I’m just vibing with myself.” You blurt out, hoping that she’ll change the subject before you find yourself in an awkward position.

For a couple of second you both stay silent as you admire the plethora of starts above your heads.

Then she breaks the silence.

“Are you into girls?” She says, leaving you surprised by the sudden question. You decide to prank her.

“Absolutely not! I’m gonna marry a good guy and give him 5 children!” You say trying to sound convincing, but you end up laughing before finishing the sentence.

Ellie laughs with you. “I swear, for a moment I was believing you”

“Ellie come on, I literally have a t-shirt that says pussy comes first!”

“I’m gonna have to borrow that shirt.” She says as she playfully pokes you.

Your gaze flies onto Ellie’s lips, and before you know it you’re grabbing her face to kiss her.

When you realise what you’re doing you quickly pull back. “Shit, Els i’m sorry” Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment as you cover your mouth. “I don’t know why I did that.” You knew damn well. “Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen, please?” As if you’re not gonna replay the feeling of her lips in your head for the next year.

You face Ellie again, and suddenly she pulls you close and smashes her lips against yours.

It was unexpected but you quickly kiss her back, moving your hands behind her neck, while she’s resting on one of her elbows for support. 

Ellie quickly shifts her body on top of you, gently biting your lower lip to slip her tongue into your mouth, making it clear who’s in control here. 

Her calloused fingers are playing with the hem of your t-shirt, making you shiver. By now your mind is dizzy because of the weed and drunk of Ellie’s scent, which is filling your nose by how close she is. 

“Can I?” She says as she starts lifting your t-shirt. You frantically nod as you run after her lips like a starved woman. She chuckles as she kisses you again, before pulling away and lowering her face on your neck. 

“Relax pretty, I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers in your ear, gently sucking on your lobe, making you whimper. Suddenly her lips start biting and kissing your neck harshly, leaving you thinking about the fact that the next day you’ll find bruises. 

Your eyes are closed as you enjoy the feeling that is building inside you. She moves onto your collarbone and leaves sloppy kisses before removing your bra. “Who wants to watch the stars when I have this sight here on earth.” She murmurs making you blush. She gently caresses your tits with her hands, making you moan. 

“You’re so sensitive.” She smirks as she plays with one of your nipples, rolling it between her thumb and her index finger. You throw your head back as you feel a wet spot forming on your panties. 

As if she could read your mind she moves her free hand on your thigh, massaging the soft flesh that the shorts didn’t cover. “Do you want me to touch you?” She asks with a grin on her lips. You quickly nod but Ellie clicks her tongue. “Nu-uh babe, I want to hear you say it.” She puts her hand on your covered cunt, making you whine. 

“Shit Ellie,” You murmur. “Please t-touch me, I-I need to feel you” You stutter, gaining a kiss from her. “Good girl, ” She says as she massages your other tit. “Now let’s get these off, shall we?” Her hand moves to take off your shorts. You raise your hips a bit to help her. 

Surprisingly, she also takes off your panties, putting them in the pocket of her hoodie. The night breeze hitting your wet core makes you even more eager to feel Ellie’s finger inside of you. 

“Els, please.” You mumble as she teases you by moving her fingers up and down your folders. 

“Shh babe, I just wanna feel how wet you are,” She lets out a giggle. “Is this all for me?” She leans her head next to your ear to whisper in it. 

“Y-yeah.” Without wasting another second she shoves her finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly to stretch you out. You moan as your hand grabs some grass next to you, while the other hand squeezes your breast. 

The sound of the crickets is interrupted by your moans and wines, and also by the obscene sounds that your wet pussy is making, being fingered by Ellie. “You’re ready for another finger?” She says as she inserts the second finger, making you let out a high-pitched moan. 

She starts kissing your chest again, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. The trail of kisses moves to your stomach and then to your hips. She starts kissing your tights, before moving her attention to your clit, which has been aching for attention. 

Ellie’s nose brushes against it, sending an electric flash down your spine. She starts kissing it, teasing you, before licking it. “You taste so good.” She says against your core, making you grip her hair. Hearing her say your name is driving you crazy. 

Slowly her pace increases, as she’s now basically making out with your throbbing cunt. “Look at me,” She murmurs as she pinches your tight to get your attention. “I wanna see your pretty face while I make you feel good.” And she really was making you feel good.

You find yourself pushing her face harder into you, feeling your high build up inside your belly. Your breath quickens, as well as your heartbeat. “Ellie, I-I m’close.” You manage to whine out as she curls her fingers against that spongy spot in you, that makes you see stars that you didn’t even know existed. 

“Come on pretty, just let it out.” She says as your walls clench around her. 

“Is someone there?” You hear a voice say. Ellie quickly gets away from you, passing your clothes. You whine as you were so close to cum. Cum because of Ellie. 

As you’re dressed again, Jesse appears. “Oh hey! I was looking for you two!” He smiles, clearly unaware of what he interrupted. “We’re gonna play 7 minutes in heaven, you wanna join?” 

You glance at Ellie, who quickly smirks at you. Her head turns back to Jesse as she gets up and holds her hand out for you to reach it. “Sure.” She smirks as you start following behind Jesse. 

Her hand is placed on your lower back as she whispers in your ear. “Do you think 7 minutes are enough for you to finish?” 

You feel your cheeks become red as you whisper back. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night chasing the high.” You chuckle as Ellie gives your ass a little slap. 

Meanwhile, Jesse is talking about some drink he wants to try, ignoring the turn that your friendship with Ellie took. 

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[emilybluntt]

alright let’s hear your thoughts on bensler too!! and also caskett 🥰

sorry that this took me awhile to get back to. i had seen it but i was balls deep in a bensler tiktok edit haha but onto the honest take. putting it under a cut because i kind of rambled. my bad.

bensler - okay i have literally shipped them since i was like 11 years old. bensler was my first-ever ship so it holds a very special place in my heart. they make me wanna eat rocks for how long this show has had me wait. season 1 has to be one of my favourite just because watching how heart eyes olivia is for elliot is cute. i'm also a kathy hater and think that elliot could have literally done so much better than her ( i won't get started on a kathy rant cause that is what this will turn into. ) but he was still in love with kathy during season one so i like to believe that he fell for olivia at a later time. don't even get me started on season 8 bensler because my god. i love them. i love them. i love them. the progress we actually got in that finale makes me wanna punch myself in the face and roll around in the grass. they deserve each other god damn it.

caskett - okay, listen, i love this ship to bits and it holds a special place in my heart along with bensler but ( don't cancel me for this guys!! ) there are times that i really disliked the ship. trust i got a lot of hate when the show was airing for ever wanting to disagree with anything beckett did, but there were just a handful of times that beckett treated castle like shit and he had to get back in her good graces ( which hell yeah he should for some of the shit he pulled! ) but it wasn't that way for her. i think my biggest gripes were that they kind of just did his character dirty, but don't get me wrong i absolutely love them and they were endgame for me. i just didn't like how quick castle was to forgive beckett for anything she did wrong to him. ( i'm looking at you season 8 shitshow. ) but i promise that i love the ship and it is a ride or die for me. i mean hell, it is apart of my name on every social media i have.

#look who got an ask #castle #svu #caskett #bensler #cicinicole-14 #anti kathy stabler #kathy stabler slander #lowkey anti-beckett #but not really #i love my girl #just somethings annoy me