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katcoquette · 2 years

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Gotta Be Quicker

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x pilot!Reader

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summary: requested by anon! you join your fellow pilots on the beach for a game of football with a side of flirting.

★ word count: 1.5k

★ tw: competitive coworkers to lovers, cocky man, inexperienced explanation of football by me

★ author's note: took one for the team and rewatched about 30 seconds of the football scene that I could find online over and over until I was confident I had (most) of the teams right. it was wholly unnecessary but I don't regret it.

Everyone knew about Hangman and Rooster’s little rivalry, but the one you had with him was backed by years of sexual tension, which made it arguably worse. All those years you’d know each other had been filled with countless jabs, risqué jokes, taunts, you name it. It was no different after being called back to Top Gun.

“Please, please, just go out with him. End everyone’s suffering.” Phoenix pleads, mostly joking, but probably also a little bit serious. You trudge through the deep sand together, headed closer to the waves where the ground was better suited for whatever Maverick had in mind for you all.

“I love you, but not a chance.” You say giving her a tight smile. She groans right as Payback catches up with you. “What’re you moaning about?” He asks, nudging her shoulder.

“Viper’s refusing to take one for the team and go out with Hangman.” She gives you a pointed look, a teasing smile on her face.

He tosses his head back and dramatically groans, causing Phoenix to laugh. “Not you too.” You shake your head.

He throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you to his side. “You and Hangman obviously have some things you need to work out.” He says with a smirk. “Please handle them sooner rather than later.” And then he’s running ahead of you, calling back over his shoulder, “It’ll help with the team-building!”

You roll your eyes, but laugh as you and Phoenix join everyone else. You notice Hangman grinning at you as he tosses a football up in the air, but he doesn’t say anything this time.

Maverick tells you the name of the game he’s created, Dogfight Football, but doesn’t give any other instructions aside from a simple, “You play offense and defense at the same time”.

“Rooster, Bob, Viper, Coyote, Fanboy, Fritz. You’re with me.” Maverick points as he calls your names, “Hangman, Phoenix, Payback, Harvard, Halo, Yale. Other side.” You pout as Phoenix retreats to the other team, then move to line up between Rooster and Bob.

You scoff when you notice Hangman has lined up directly across from you. He makes a gesture that he’s keeping his eyes on you, pointing first at his own, then towards yours, paired with a smirk.

That smirk would be the death of you.

The sun beating down on your back isn’t the only heat you feel throughout the game. Hangman sticks to your side during every play, defending you with annoying effectiveness, preventing you from ever being open.

At one point, you almost crash into him trying to move into another position, “Will you move out of my way?” You huff, pushing on his arm. “Don’t think that’s the point of the game, Viper, dear.” You groan.

“Viper!” Rooster calls, looking for a pass. You nod at him, looking for an opportunity to get clear. You’re standing behind Hangman, who has his arms out as he notices Rooster’s attention. You see your chance and you take it. “Hey Jake?”

He turns to look down at you, his arms faltering in confusion at the use of his first name, instead of his call sign. “You’re in my way.” You push past his arms while he’s distracted, signaling to Rooster and jumping up to catch the ball. With it safely in your arms, you turn to face Hangman with your version of his cocky grin, holding it up to make sure he can see it.

His eyes narrow, “Oh it’s on.”

The group as a whole had stopped keeping score a long time ago, but you and Hangman were keeping your own scores against each other, and you were only one touchdown ahead of him.

He intercepts one of your passes for a touchdown, and cheers loudly, holding his hands up in the air. “Boom! That’s how you do it.” He tosses the ball over his shoulder, mimicking a grenade and three of his teammates fall dramatically to the ground as you watch with your hands on your hips.

Hangman points to you from across the sand, “All tied up now, Viper.” You shake your head at him, trying not to let him see the genuine smile that had crossed your face. You’d never willingly admit it, but competing with him had made the game even more fun.

You almost considered letting him win just for the sake of seeing him show off more, but decided beating him would be even better.

“Let’s finish this.”

Mav had dropped out of the game, content with watching the rest of it go down, and cheering from the sidelines.

You’re back where you started, side by side with Hangman, elbowing each other to try and stay in front. “Hangman! Heads up!” You hear Payback yell, before you see a ball being thrown in your direction.

You both jump for it, colliding mid-way through and tripping into the sand. You let out a yelp in surprise, and then lunge for the ball in front of you at the same time as Hangman.

You’re just a little bit quicker.

“Ah! I got it!” You exclaim, holding it up as chaos ensues around you. “Over here!” Rooster calls, and you toss it up to him from where you’re on your elbows in the sand. He throws it to Bob, who makes a perfect catch, winning the game for your team.

“Nooo!” Hangman calls out in the same position as you, hitting his fist on the ground, and putting his head down. But when he lifts it up, he’s smiling at you. You laugh, “What? Nothing to say about that?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “You got lucky.” He chuckles, getting up and offering you a hand to pull you up too. You dust the sand off of your skin, keenly aware of him still standing in front of you.

You look behind his shoulder to see the rest of your teams hoisting Bob up and chanting his name. You laugh, looking back at Hangman. “I guess that means I win.” You say, hands clasped behind your back, taunting him.

But he doesn’t take the bait. “I guess so.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good game.” He offers, holding out his hand. You purse your lips suspiciously, but take it anyway.

He yanks your arm as soon as you grab ahold of him, turning you around and pulling your back into his chest. His arms wrap around you, and he leans his head on your shoulder to talk into your ear. “You look a little hot.” He says lowly.

“Hangman…” You start, holding his arms.

“Like you could use a dip in the ocean.” You know he’s smirking again. “Don’t you dare.” You look up at him, but it’s no use. He doesn’t say anything as he picks you up, and you yelp in surprise.

The next thing you know, he’s run into the ocean and you’re being dropped into the waves. You pop out of the water sputtering. “You asshole!” You say incredulously through a broken laugh. “I cannot believe you just did that.” You splash him where he stands in front of you laughing.

“Believe it, baby.” Then snorts when he sees the look on your face. “Alright alright, I’m sorry. Let me help you up.” You stand on the deeper side of the sandbar, a playful pout on your lips.

He’s offering you his hand again. You take it and yank him into the water next to you.

You have a smile on your face when he emerges, “I can’t believe you fell for that! It’s the oldest trick in the book.” You laugh as he pushes his hair back from his face. He rolls his eyes, but can’t help joining you with a chuckle.

As your laughter dies down, you notice how close you’re standing, the current pushing you together as if even the ocean had agreed with Phoenix’s earlier statements.

You watch drops of saltwater run down his face, glistening in the setting sunlight, then your eyes move to his. You’d never been close enough to him to see how green his eyes were, especially in this light.

He takes an intentional step closer to you, and you feel his hand brush over your arm under the water. You place a hesitant hand on his lower back, brushing the waist of his shorts on the way.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He mutters quietly.

“Okay.”

His lips are salty when they meet yours, hands holding you firmly to him. You open your mouth, happy, for once in your life, to let him take the lead.

Whistles from the beach cause you to break apart. You rest your head on his chest, blushing. “Oh my god..” You laugh, embarrassed that you’d forgotten your entire team was standing within eyesight.

Hangman chuckles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a hug that shields your face from everyone. “They’ve been betting on us ya know.” He kisses the top of your hair, sighing happily.

“Oh I know.” You snort, looking up at him. “It’s killing you that they were right, isn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow at his question, laughing, “How’d you know?” You ask him.

“Ohhh-“ He drags it out as a sigh, looking around, then meets your eyes again, smirking, “Because I’m feeling the same way.”

“You know it’s not too late to pretend we still hate each other. Save them the satisfaction.” You tease, starting to trudge back to shore.

He slings an arm over your shoulder, “Not a chance.”

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manicplank · 21 days

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The Color Pink (Part 14)

The Vigilante walked into the cafe and was greeted by the bell over the door. Hazel seemed frantic as she worked quickly behind the counter.

"Uhh..." He aired, "G'mornin', Hazel."

"Ah!" She jumped and turned around. "Oh, Vigi, it's you. Good morning!"

He slowly slithered up to the counter and climbed up the stool. "You alright? You seem a bit... stressed this morning."

"Oh, I'm great! I got another order for the NTV building. The Noise doesn't have the time to help me out today, so I'm doing everything solo. It's going to take me a bit of time."

"Oh, well, alright. I'll just take my usual."

Hazel had already prepared his coffee. She tossed the mug on the counter, and The Vigilante caught it before it slid off. He looked at her with wide eyes, but she paid no mind to him. She was so caught up in her work, powered by excitement but also a mild nervousness.

"So, uh..." The Vigilante cleared his throat. "How are things going with The Noise?"

"Great for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Yeah. It's going nice and smoothly. The only problem we're having is the paparazzi."

"I know." He sipped his coffee smugly. "I saw the magazine."

"It really threw him off. It was like they were alerted the second we started dating-"

"DATING?!" The Vigilante interrupted. "Like, like boyfriend girlfriend dating?!"

"Yep!" Hazel looked at him and smiled. "He asked me to be his girlfriend. But you keep that to yourself! Nobody knows, yet. Actually, I don't think I was supposed to tell you..."

"Are you kiddin' me?! You're dating that psychopath?!"

"We are not DOING THIS AGAIN, VIGERT!"

The Vigilante put his hands up defensively. Did she just use his full first name? Yikes... He really made her upset. "I'm sorry, Hazel, I'm just-"

"Yes, yes, Vigi, I understand, you're lOoKiNg oUT fOr mE," she said mockingly. "Can it and keep it to yourself! I'm busy, and I'm sick of hearing it!"

"Alright, alright, I apologize."

"Accepted. Move on."

"Is he, uh... He's treating you well?"

"Yes, of course. If he wasn't, I would bribe you to cover up a crime." She gave him a crooked smile. "A murder, to be specific. Make it seem like an accident."

He gave her a horrified grimace. He had never heard her talk in such a manner. He sipped his coffee silently as she lined up to-go coffees on the counter next to him. She wanted to finish as soon as possible so she could make her way to the NTV tower while it was still early. The Noise had explained that it was an early day on set again, so she wanted to bring them all coffee to brighten the day.

Shortly after she finished making all the coffees and stacking them on the cart, The Vigilante paid and left. She was slightly glad to see him leave. He had been so negative and annoying ever since she started hanging out with The Noise. He wasn't acting the same.

Slowly but surely, Hazel scooted the cart of coffees down to the NTV building without spilling a drop. The receptionist Noisey saw her at the door and opened it for her. She gradually wheeled the cart in. The receptionist led her to the back where the set was. People cheered as they saw her walking in. She smiled and waved. A few people came over and grabbed their drinks. She scanned the room looking for Theodore. She saw him in the distance. He was already in costume, leaning on the wall and reading a script. She left the cart and jogged over to him. He didn't notice her coming towards him.

"Hi!" She stopped with a small bounce.

"AHH, FUCK!" He screamed and flailed his arms. Once he saw it was her, he grabbed his chest and laughed. "Holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me! I didn't even know you were here."

She pulled him in for a tight squeeze. "You didn't hear them cheer at me?"

"I heard them, but I just figured they were doing their own thing."

She giggled. "So, what's going on, today?"

"Ehhh," he looked at the thick packet of papers and leaned against the wall again. "I got a few scenes to do as well as a stunt or two. One of the scenes is gonna involve a fight."

"Oooh, sounds neat."

"Yeah, I do all my own stunts. They're always telling me to get a stunt double, but why the hell would I want to do that? I went through all the training."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"That's so cool!"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, it's nothing. You wanna stick around?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah. As long as you don't interrupt anything, you can hang."

"Awesome! I've never been on a movie set before."

He chuckled. "Most people haven't."

"Well, come on, come get your coffee!"

She led him over to the cart where there were only a couple cups left. She already knew which coffee was his by heart. She grabbed it and handed it to him. The director Noisey walked up to him before he could take a sip.

"Noise," it yelled. "You're not supposed to eat or drink too much before your stunt!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Matter of fact, we're probably gonna be filming that first, get it out of the way." The director looked at the script and tapped its little foot. "You know what, yeah, let's do that. We'll go over that scene first. We'll do a few rehearsals before the actual stunt, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Hey! Don't 'whatever' me! Don't think I'm gonna let you slack off just because your mystery girl is here!"

The Noise blushed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa-"

"Get-" The director stomped its foot on The Noise's toes.

"Ow!" Noise brought his foot up. It didn't actually hurt that bad.

"-your ass on set. Porky's waiting for you."

"Ugh," he grunted and rolled his eyes. He took a sip of his coffee before he set it down.

The Noise walked over to set. As he did, a couple of Noiseys quickly equipped him with a sombrero, a vest, and a holster belt. The set was ready; the balcony of a saloon with easily breakable railings, a crowd of shocked bystanders outside, and tension in the air. Porky and The Noise went over the script one more time.

"Alright," the director spoke through a small hollow megaphone, "everybody know where we are?"

The actors nodded.

"Good! We're not gonna spend all day on this scene. It's supposed to be short and simple. We have a couple other longer scenes to film.

Now, Noise, you're cornered on the balcony with Porky. Neither of you are armed and are settling it like real men. Only when defeated will Porky surrender and let you bring him in for bounty.

Aaaand, ACTION!"

"You have no where else to go," Porky said with a gruff, raspy voice. "I told you, I ain't going down."

"Ey, take it easy," Noise spoke in a light Mexican accent.

"There ain't no takin' it easy. You've put me through hell. I'm an innocent man."

"If you're an innocent man," Noise took a step forward, "you'd have no problem provin' it."

"I was just doin' what a man has to do to fend for his family."

"A real man wouldn't go around shooting and looting."

"Yeah?" Porky took a few steps forward. "A real man doesn't go around huntin' other men."

Noise put his arms up tauntingly. "Talking about yourself, eh?"

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Porky ran charged at Noise with his shoulder forward.

"Wait, Porky, no-" the director tried to interrupt, but it was too late. Porky rammed into The Noise, causing him to break through the railing and launch off the balcony. There were gasps from the cast and crew, as well as Hazel. The Noise fell hard onto the hard plain floor and landed on his right shoulder.

"AH, FUCK!" He screamed out in pain.

"Porky," the director cried out, "we weren't filming the stunt, yet!"

"You didn't tell me that," Porky shouted.

"We didn't have any padding set up or anything! Noise," the director ran over to him, "are you okay?"

"NO, I'M NOT OKAY," he shouted in both pain and anger, "I JUST FELL THIRTY FUCKIN' FEET! FUCK!" He winced and rolled slowly onto his back as he grabbed his right arm.

Hazel was frozen in shock with her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" The director asked.

"Ugh, fuck... I can't move my shoulder."

"Shit, okay, Dougie!" The director looked around. "Where's Dougie?!"

Dougie walked out of the crowd and waved, "I'm right here!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Noise winced again and groaned out in pain. A few others came over to try and assist as Dougie called an ambulance.

"Oh, good lord," Mary gasped. "Darling, I think your shoulder's dislocated."

Noise sighed. "I don't wanna look..."

"Can you move your fingers? Make a fist."

Noise made a weak fist as his arm shook. "Agh, fuck!" He huffed. "It hurts to breathe."

"You probably have some broken ribs," Mary took off his mask and put it aside. "I'll grab some wipes so I can take off your makeup."

A security goblin came over to Hazel. "Alright, ma'am," he said, "you're gonna have to leave."

"Huh?!" She was shocked. "Wait, no, no, I'm with him-"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, but because of the injury, we're closing the set. You need to take your cart and leave."

"No! Theodore!" She tried to go over to him, but the security guard hoisted her over his shoulder and began carrying her off set. "No! Please! I have to be with him!" She kicked and wriggled around, but the guard held on tight.

"Let me guess," the guard responded, "you're another crazed fan. We get it, coffee girl."

"Coffee girl?!" Her eye twitched. "Why, I oughta!" She bit the guard as hard as she could, and he threw her out the door. "Oof!" She landed flat on her butt. He brushed his hands off, locked the doors, and walked away. Shortly after, he came back, unlocked the door, tossed the cart out, and locked the doors again. Hazel started to cry into her hands.

Back on set, several Noiseys waited by the back doors for the ambulance to pull up. Mary gently wiped the makeup off The Noise's face. Noise took short sharp breaths.

"I'm getting lightheaded," he aired.

"Breathe, love," Mary responded.

"I'm trying." He huffed. "It hurts."

She rubbed his head. "Don't go into shock, now."

Hazel paced around her home, completely anxious. She was crying on and off ever since she left the building. Her eyes were red, and her face was chapped. She was incredibly worried. The scenario kept replaying over and over in her head. It was completely traumatic. She didn't even properly close up the cafe before fleeing to her house, she simply put the cart back and locked up for the night. She hadn't eaten all day, but she had no appetite. Her anxiety made her stomach turn. She looked at the clock and checked the time; 7 o'clock. She wondered if she should call Noise or just let him be, but before she could put any thought into it, she had already picked up the phone.

She dialed his number. The line beeped and beeped and beeped... until he picked up.

"Theodore?!" She didn't even give him a chance to speak.

"..."

"Theodore? Are you there?"

"Hello...?"

"Oh, my gosh! Theo! A-Are you okay?!"

"Hazel?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"Oh... Right. Sorry, I'm a bit hopped up on painkillers. They gave me a lot."

"What's going on?! Are you okay?!"

"Um," he took a deep breath. "Yeah. I mean, no. But yeah."

"What's wrong? Is anything broken?"

"Yeah. I got a couple broken ribs from how I landed."

"What about your shoulder?"

"It was dislocated. It's okay now. They put it back in socket."

Hazel sighed in relief. "Thank gosh, you're okay! I was horrified."

"I'm so embarrassed... That wasn't supposed to happen."

"I'm just so glad you're alright."

"Kind of. It's gonna be a while before I'm fully recovered. I'm right handed, and I can't really use my arm, now."

"Oh... That's... That's bad."

"Yeah... I don't know how I'm gonna function."

"Well... Maybe... I can help you?"

"I don't know."

"Please, Theodore. You can't take care of yourself! You need help!"

He sighed, "Fine, fine."

"Yay! Trust me, you won't regret it!"

"Alright..."

"Can... Can I come see you?"

"I'd like that."

She rushed to grab her purse. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital."

"Yes, I know, but which hospital?"

"There's only one hospital in the tower..."

"Oh, yeah, right. What room are you in?"

"I don't know... Hold on, hey what room am I in? Room 135? Okay, thanks. Room 135 in the E.R."

"I'm on my way!"

"Oka-"

Hazel hung up and headed out to the hospital immediately. She ran into the waiting room in a huff. There were tons of people in there. She walked up to the counter.

"Please fill in the form," the receptionist spoke without looking away from her computer.

"I-I'm here to visit the person in room 135!"

The receptionist looked up at her. "Your name?"

"Hazel."

The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Was room 135 expecting a visitor? He is? Alright, I'll send her in." The receptionist got up and scanned her badge to open the door. She led Hazel in and guided her to the room. Hazel knocked. She peeked her head in before she walked in the room. The Noise lay there with his eyes closed. His shoulder was in an immobilizer brace, and there was an IV in his arm. The monitor beeped with each beat of his heart. He was covered by a hospital gown and a few blankets.

"Theodore," Hazel spoke softly.

Theo opened his eyes and slowly picked his head up. "Hey," he aired under his breath.

"Theo!" She rushed over and hugged him.

"Owww!"

She drew back quickly. "Sorry!"

He chuckled faintly. "It's okay."

"How are you feeling?" She rubbed his left arm.

"Mmm... Not great... I mean, I'm on painkillers right now. They're nice." He laughed.

Hazel rolled her eyes with a smile. "Same old Theodore."

"It's not much. I'm not in pain, but I still feel some pressure in my shoulder. And I'm tired."

She pulled the chair over to beside the bed. She sat down and rested her head on his left arm.

"Thank you for coming," he smiled.

"I figured you would want some company. Hospitals suck."

"Yeah." He rested his head on hers. "I was lonely."

"I wanted to stay with you the whole time, but they kicked me out of the building."

"Yeah, that security guard is kind of an ass." Theodore picked his head up and looked at Hazel. "... You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!"

"Your face is red."

"It's fine, I just-"

"You've been crying, haven't you?"

Hazel's lip quivered as she nodded. "Yeah," her voice cracked. Tears started to fall down her face again.

"Oh, no, come here." Theodore wrapped his left arm around her. She leaned into him and started sobbing. He rubbed her shoulder then played with her hair in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm going to be okay."

"It was so scary!" Her words were muffled with her face in his chest.

"I know. I know. It's okay, now. Look at me."

She drew back and made eye contact with him.

"I'm okay. Everything will be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually. Okay?"

"Okay." She sniffled and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

"They should be discharging me soon. They've working on the paperwork for a while now."

"I can take you home."

"I was hoping you'd say that. My wallet's still in my dressing room, so I couldn't call a cab. My next best option would be... Ugh, probably Dougie."

"What's so bad about Dougie?"

"You'll figure it out soon enough. He's a piece of work." He sat up. "You never got paid for the coffees, did you?"

"Oh... No, I totally forgot."

"I'll pay you once I get my wallet back."

"It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is. You worked hard, you deserve to be paid for it."

"Okay, okay."

Theodore had fallen asleep on the drive home. Hazel made sure to drive slowly and carefully as to not wake him, but she had pulled into his driveway. She gently nudged his left shoulder. "Theo," she whispered. He didn't respond. She nudged him a little harder. "Theo."

He jumped a small bit. "Wha? Huh?"

"We're here."

"Mmm..." He tried to take a deep breath but flinched in pain.

Hazel got out of the car and went to open his door. He unbuckled and went to stand, but his balance was a little off. She instinctively grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling, but he groaned in pain. "Sorry," she spoke anxiously.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Okay," she sighed, "let's get you in the house."

"We have to go through the back. My keys are still on set, but there's a spare hidden on the porch."

"Oh, okay." She led him through the back and up the stairs of the porch. "Where is it?"

"Under the mat."

Hazel looked down. There was a doormat that read Come Back With A Warrant. She rolled her eyes and picked up the mat. There was a small key under it that she grabbed. She stuck it into the doorknob and fussed with it a little until she got it to unlock. She grabbed Theo's left arm and led him in. She tried to bring him up the stairs, but he winced in pain when he took the first step. "Are you okay?" She looked very concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little sore. I got it, though."

She held his hand as he took slow steps up the stairs. She was horrified that his leg would give out and he would fall. When he got to the last step, she grabbed his waist and hoisted him up. She kept her hands on his hips and guided him into his room. It was a bit messy; clothes were scattered here and there, the bed wasn't made, and there were quite a few half-empty water bottles on his nightstand. The ashtray was back with several cigarette butts in it. She made him get into bed from the right side. She scooted him away from the edge and propped him up with some pillows.

"You don't have to do all that," he said.

"Yes, I do. You're a side sleeper. I'm trying to prevent you from rolling onto your right."

He scoffed. "Good luck."

"Exactly why I'm propping you up with pillows." She giggled. "I know your right side is your favorite."

"How do you know that?"

"Remember when I spent the night? You laid on that side almost the entire night."

"Oh yeah. I spaced that out. I'm still a little woozy from the pain killers."

"Get some sleep."

"I need my meds."

"Oh, right! Um..." She pulled out the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed two pill bottles. "Okay, one each, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay... I'll grab you a water."

"I have some right he-"

"I'll grab you a fresh water." She raced down to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. She hurried back upstairs and handed it to him. He sat up slowly, took a sip of water, and swallowed his meds with it. "Which of these water bottles is the newest?"

"I have no idea." He slowly laid back down and closed his eyes. "I'm too tired."

"Okay. I'm just gonna clean these up."

"No, no, you-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to. I want to help you. Let me help you. Cleaning your room a little bit is the least I could do."

"Mmm'kay..."

Theo quickly drifted off into sleep as Hazel began taking the old water bottles downstairs. She poured the old water down the sink and tossed the bottles out. Then she went back to the room to check on Theo. He was out cold. She started picking up the clothes and putting them in the hamper. There was another pile of clothes by the closet. They seemed to be clean. She laid them all out and organized them piece by piece, then she began to fold them. She wasn't too sure where to put them, so she snooped around in the dresser. Eventually, she found the place for everything, she even hung up clothes that looked like they went in the closet. It took her a few hours, but she didn't mind it at all. She was happy just to be there for him. By the end of everything, it was past midnight, and the weight of the day had caught up to her. She didn't have the energy to go home and grab pajamas, so she simply took her bra and shoes off and crawled into bed next to him. She laid her head on his left shoulder and completely zonked out.

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jadelynlace · 2 months

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"All the Time"⎮ Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

read more of Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: Yeah, it's the super smutty piece I warned you all about. In hindsight, maybe it's not all that raunchy? I don't know. You can tell me. Also, fun fact! While I wrote this, my captain sat across the table from me, completely oblivious (he figured I was writing my care reports, and I was. Kinda). I literally have the best poker face.

Word Count: Just under 2,000 words (of porn)

Conversation falls around you. In the cool air of the evening you’ve grown comfortable with your legs thrown over Ivar’s thighs, sitting at an angle as his hand hooks around your shoulder. Drowning out the words around you as you scroll on your phone to decompress your social battery, bombarded with videos from Hvitserk as he thinks that’s a successful way to use his energy during his over time shift. And, quite frankly, he’s right.

“But where are people finding the time?” A voice says. “I work a full time job, I go to the gym, and I’m trying to get a full 8 hours of sleep and cook for myself—where do people find the time to date? To even hook up?” The voice continues.

“Ivar and I fuck all the time,” You say, and you don’t even really realize that you said it out loud until Ivar’s hand is over your mouth.

“That’s really all the input you have for the conversation?” Another voice says. You’re quick to lick Ivar’s palm as he lets out an estranged noise, wiping your salvia on your back.

“I’d have more of an input if we were actually having a conversation,” You mutter back.

“Why on earth would you lick my fucking palm?” Ivar says, shooting you a look. You lean into his ear closely before speaking:

“You don’t seem to be too upset when I lick the other things you put near my mouth,”

There’s a low rumble from Ivar’s chest as he registers what you’re saying and you smile.

“What can we use as an excuse to leave?” He whispers to you.

“The fact that I work in the morning?” You try and Ivar just nods at that.

You climb off of him, standing with a stretch and you feel eyes on you.

“Leaving already?” Someone whines.

“Well, as riveting as this conversation is regarding your ability to not adapt to being adult, I do have to work in the morning. So I am going to get those 8 hours of sleep you keep talking about,” You say.

“Well then, why are you leaving, Ivar?”

“Uh, because I don’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night when I come home from the bar?” Ivar answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“You can spend the night with me!” Aiden teases.

“You have one bed,” Ivar tells him.

“Exactly,” Aiden smirks.

“Do you…do you want to spend the night with him?” You tease.

“No, no I do not,”

“Alright, why don’t you kiss him goodbye then,�� You add, patting Ivar’s chest and Ivar shakes his head.

Aiden offers him a kiss through the air, and a wave, but Ivar only flips him off, rounding the corner to leave. Not a second passes before Ivar turns back around, looking at Aiden and returning that kiss through the air.

You’re all but tossed onto the bed, a quick display in both Ivar’s strength and his dominance has you landing suddenly against the pillows before her’s climbing over you. Wasting no time as he comes to cover your body with his, mouth seeking yours.

“Oh, so you really weren’t that mad at my comment,” You try, seeing if it’ll fuel his fight. Ivar doesn’t say anything as his mouth travels past the shell of your ear, meeting he nape of your neck and his teeth nip at your flesh. “Because revealing to them that we have “sex all the time” was not necessarily a lie,”

“Stop,” Ivar says suddenly, his blue eyes coming to catch yours. They flash with a quick display of anger, momentarily muting your brain and making you refocus on him. And how he’s in charge right now.

“Stopping,” You peep back.

“Good girl,” Ivar groans, mouth catching yours for a kiss that is all tongue. He would smile to himself at how well he knows you, but his lips are occupied.

The last articles of his clothing are flung across the room as Ivar moves again, pushing his knee to divide your legs as they instinctively part for him. You can feel his hardness against your cunt throbbing, as Ivar’s hands come on each side of your head, pressing his weight through them while you both catch your breath. Hungry eyes trace you, and the wisps of the ends of his hair tickle your chest as his head tips to watch the space where you two are about to be connected.

A low grumbles comes from Ivar’s chest as your hand reaches down, spreading your lips for him to see you. The same hand reaches up, grabbing Ivar’s chin as you pull his mouth towards yours again.

“Are you waiting for something?” You tease him.

Settling his legs over you, Ivar pulls away, shifting his weight as his hand grabs his length, The other rungs through his hair, pushing it from his view before tapping himself against you. Meeting your teasing with his own, the head of his cock finds your bundle of nerves, pressing ever so slightly as he hears you gasp. Your eyes flutter shut, bunching the sheets at your sides as his cock glides through your wetness.

Ivar suddenly stops, a slow string of spit coming from his lips as it lands against your mouth. His fingers collect it, pressing them towards your clit before he takes them down his shaft.

Pushing your hips into him, Ivar responds by slowing his motions, biting his bottom lip as his cock sinks into you, bottoming out until he’s flush against you. A deep moan climbs from his chest while he savors you fluttering around him.

You reach at him, pulling him over you as his arms plant on each side of your head, moving before digging his fingers into your hair while his hips start up. Quickly they take force, slamming into you as the bed rocks against the walls. You hardly have a moment to grasp the sensation of how he feels inside of you, before he gets faster, moaning in your ear.

“Ivar,” You squeak. “Slow—” You grit out. “Slower,” You say and he stops, nuzzling against your head as his hips come to a halt. “Give a woman a chance to breath before you take away my ability to walk,” You mumble to him as you shift your body and Ivar only snickers from somewhere over you.

Pulling back, Ivar lets go of your hair, smoothing it out slightly as he seeks out your lips again, humming into the kiss as your hands dance along his back. His hips roll lazily, your wetness collecting between you two and you offer him a sweet moan.

“There are much better ways to take me if you want to go that fast,” You whisper to him. Ivar feels you push at him before his climbs back to let you move. Watching you crawl onto your stomach he pulls at your hips himself, positioning himself behind you while you nuzzle against the bed. His cock presses into you again, his chest coming over your back as the warmth radiates from him. Jutting the two of you up the bed, Ivar’s hips move as he wraps an arm around your waist, his free hand finding yours.

Ivar’s thrusts are met with you pushing against him, chasing his cock in the brief moments it’s away from you while you hear the moans coming from his mouth. With your thighs shaking under him, you can’t help but moan his name, egging him on.

As he chases his release, Ivar’s mind empties as he moves, your walls quivering around him with his arm attempting to pull you closer, even with no additional space. Through each grunt, each sweet sound you sing to him, Ivar’s muscles tense, the ache in his balls nearing an end before he pulls out of you suddenly. Moving away before he flips you in one quick display of his strength.

Ivar moves again with his orgasm taking over his body. You feel the string of seed against your skin, watching him before you. Abs quivers as he breathes quickly, the final drops dribble from his flushed head, throbbing as it slides down his shaft. Only then is it collected as his fist moves to grab himself, and tap again against your cunt, swirling his essence against your mound.

After a whisper of a moment, his fingers slide through your slit and press into you, curling them right against your sweet spot. Ivar leans over, lips hungrily against yours. As he feels your nails in his back, your teeth sink into his bottom lip while he pumps his fingers.

Your mouth opens to moan and Ivar pushes his forehead against yours.

“Give it to me, Goddess,” Ivar whispers, “Come for me,”

You can only whine in response, breathing deeply as Ivars fingers move, his eyes on yours and you can’t look away. His thumb comes against your clit, pressing in circles and you hum as the pleasure takes over your body. Your lashes flutter, a heat low in your belly as the coil tightens, as Ivar growls for you to open your eyes again.

“Look at me when you come,” Ivar tells you. Your eyes open as a blush covers your cheeks, the band finally snapping as you moan. Sinking your nails into his back before they move, grabbing his hair in an attempt to ground yourself as your orgasm rushes through your body. You grab his face again, pulling it back towards you to regain some control, as your mouth seeks his.

Ivar slows his fingers as his breathing matches yours, lips lazily tackling one another as a satisfied groan comes from him. Moving, Ivar settles back over you, placing his weight carefully to cover you as you latch around him. Your hands take their turns from tracing his spine, to scratching his head as the man deflates above you, nuzzling into your cheek and you can’t help but smile.

Moving again and putting his weight on his elbows, Ivar looks down at you, bumping your nose with his.

“Hi,” He says quietly.

“Hi, handsome,” You say back, a smile on your face.

“You don’t…you don’t even work in the morning,” Ivar finally realizes.

“I know,” You giggle and Ivar huffs, collapsing back over you.

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thestuffedalligator · 1 year

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See the scene as the raven sees it:

A long and level field, stretching to the horizon in all directions. In the summer, this is an ocean of grass and brush, which rolls in waves of silver on the wind. In winter, snow has already started to fill the hoofprints which have sliced through the earth in a swath a mile wide.

The snow also settles on the bodies.

They are sprawled across the field in every direction like dolls tossed by a child, half-buried in mud and blood and snow. Some clutch with death-locked hands at swords, or spears, or tattered banners from a distant kingdom.

It’s a silent scene. The only sound comes from the ravens and carrion birds, croaking and flapping and arguing amongst themselves.

There’s also Baba Yaga.

She pecks and bobs amongst the dead in her mortar, only hopping out when a glimmer of treasure catches her eye. A wedding ring. A sword passed down from a grandfather to a grandchild. A pendant with a lock of a lover’s hair.

She scoops the pendant into a pocket and eats the hair. When she swallows, she stops and sniffs the winter wind.

Iron teeth gleam in her smile.

She says, apparently to the snow and the freezing sky: “I know you’re there.”

Snow whispers in the wind. A raven croaks.

Baba Yaga tears off a dead soldier’s boot. There’s a love letter hidden inside, and she pockets it. “And now you’re thinking: ‘If I stay still, she won’t see me. If I stay quiet, she won’t hear me.’”

She nods and purses her lips. “And maybe – maybe. But I can smell you, little doll.”

Somewhere in the snow, a body tries to move.

“Oh yes, little doll. Your shame – your despair.” Her tongue flicks out to lick her iron teeth. “I could smell you if you were at the bottom of the sea.”

The body tries to push itself up. It can’t move around the spear in its gut.

“I know you, little doll,” Baba Yaga says. “I’ve seen your story before. Every household is to send one able-bodied young man to the front. And something itches in your heart for valour and honour, and you march to the front with all the good soldiers.”

She waves a hand to the winter field. “Well done,” she says. There’s something like grease in her tone. “Now like all the good soldiers, you get to die here.”

“Help me.” It’s said through a mouthful of blood.

Baba Yaga’s iron teeth gleam again. “I might.”

—

For as long as Vasylyna has known, there have been the horsemen.

The grandmothers of her village talk about them to warn their grandchildren away from the fields during the midday and the windows at night. Close the shutters, they say. Keep close to the hearth. Be a good child and stay in the home.

When she’s seven, Vasylyna tries to steal one of their horses.

It’s not something she plans on doing. One night she hears the clink of a harness outside her window, and the flint in her heart thrums in her chest. When she dares to peek through the glass, she sees the black horse, steaming in the freshly fallen snow and chewing at its bit.

Heart drumming in her chest, she puts on her birchbark slippers and steps out into the night, the cool air prickling at her skin.

The horse is still there and still real. It looks at her with a sort of patient calm she’s never seen in such an animal.

The reins are silver, and gleam like toothache in the darkness. She reaches out and grabs them.

“That’s mine,” says the dark.

Somehow Vasylyna keeps a grip on the reins as the horseman steps out of the darkness. A long black cloak glittering at the edges with frost makes him look like a scrap of night sky cut into the shape of a man. Silver and steel whisper under the material.

He has no eyes; he’s wearing one of the conical, pointed helmets of the past century, with chainmail covering his face and hanging below where his eyes should be.

There are stars there hanging in the velvet darkness instead.

“You have a very nice horse, sir,” Vasylyna says, squeezing the words around the pounding in her heart.

The chainmail jingles. The horseman tilts his head. “Thank you,” he says. “And again, it’s mine. So if you’d be so kind–”

The nightsky cloak moves aside. A gauntleted hand in silver reaches forward. Vasylyna feels herself move to give him the reins.

The flint in her heart thrums again. Snow crunches under her birchbark slippers. “No,” she says.

The chainmail jingles. “No?”

“Not yet,” she says, quicker this time. She sets her free hand on her hip and tries to raise a defiant chin. “Not until — not until you answer my questions.”

She’s seven and dressed in a nightgown, and armed with nothing more dangerous than her birchbark slippers. He jangles with armour and steel under his night-sky cloak, and looks like every nightmare her grandmother put into her head.

“We appear to be at an impasse,” says the horseman. The cloak shimmers with stars as he settles down onto the snow. “Ask your questions.”

—

These are the things Vasylyna learns from the horseman:

There are three horsemen who ride in Baba Yaga’s lands (“This is Baba Yaga’s land?” Vasylyna asks. “Is that one of your questions?” the horseman asks. Vasylyna shakes her head.)

The first horseman rides in the day, is dressed in white, and curses the workers in the field with heatstroke. The second horseman rides with the sun, is dressed in red, and sets the fields and woods ablaze. The third horseman rides in the night, and is dressed in black. (“Grandmother says you steal the souls of sleeping children,” Vasylyna says. “Grandmothers say stupid things,” the horseman says. Vasylyna nods.)

Baba Yaga made the first horseman by catching a devil and clipping its wings. She made the second horseman from the corpse of a forgotten god.

“How did she make you?” Vasylyna whispers, her breath full of ghoulish delight.

The snow whispers on the wind. Ice crystals prickle.

The horseman stands. “You’ve asked your three questions,” he says.

“You never said I had three questions.”

“There are always three questions,” says the horseman. And Vasylyna is aware of a shift in the air – the trees groan under the darkening shadows, and what was once a prickling chill turns into white-fingered, squeezing cold.

The gauntleted hand thrusts out of the cloak again. This time she gives him the reins without question.

The stars gleam in the horseman’s helm as he settles into the horse’s saddle. “Remember this,” he says. “Not all the old things in the world will be as kind as me. Never again trifle with the old things – gods, devils, or horsemen.”

Vasylyna’s teeth are chattering, and her whole body is starting to hurt from the cold, but the flint in her heart gives her enough heat to say, “And Baba Yaga?”

“And especially not her,” the horseman says. He snaps the reins. The black horse rears up, screaming, hooves scraping at the winter air–

And then it’s not as though the horseman and the horse disappear, but where they had stood turns into black night sky, their outline preserved for a second by the frost-covered trees. Vasylyna blinks, and the illusion disappears entirely.

She looks down. Hoofprints are already starting to disappear under the wind-whipped snow.

Her mother wakes the next morning to find her daughter sleeping on the floor, curled around the black, pot-bellied stove.

—

From that night on, Vasylyna sees the old things at the edges everywhere.

There are little house spirits, not much wider than a pencil line, living in the creaking floorboards of the house, reaching for scraps with skinny arms. There are silver shapes under the water in the river; when they bob to the surface, she sees they’re attached to froggy eyes and long, silver beards.

Sometimes, when the clouds roll overhead, she sees the smiling, sleeping face of a forgotten god.

She also catches the Lesovik and traps him in a nesting doll, which is a story of its own which we have no time to tell here.

She never sees the red horseman, but one day in summer she sees white armour gleam in a shimmer of hot air stalking the edge of the field. She runs out with water for the workers, and as they drink she watches with grim satisfaction as the white shape disappears.

She realizes – not all at once, but in a slow way that takes more shape every time she thinks of it – that they had always been there. They had blended into the world too well for her to notice, but now her mind’s eye catches the edges she never saw before.

It reminds her of the way the black horseman and his horse had turned into a scrap of night sky.

And the horseman is never gone, either. Sometimes when she tries to sleep, she hears a clink of a harness, or the clatter of hooves at a time when no man should be riding.

The first few times it happens, she looks through the window and stares at the moonlit forest, straining to see a scrap of darkness between the trees moving wrong. She never does.

The seasons turn. The long summer is cooled by a brief autumn, and then frost-fingered winter rolls across the country again.

Her mother withers and dies. Her father remarries. Vasylyna never spots the black horseman, and eventually stops trying to see him again.

Until…

—

Her feet are bare, bleeding, and bristling with pine needles as she runs through the snow. Her birchbark slippers had been shredded on a stone maybe a mile back.

The forest parts, and in the clearing ahead she sees a huge, high mound of frozen earth sprouting out of the frost. She throws herself onto it, climbing madly, feeling for roots to grab under the snow, even while her hands scream in white pain. Numb toes feel for purchase, and then in one heave, Vasylyna pulls herself up onto the top of the mound, scrambles forward, lies on her back in the snow, covers her mouth and doesn’t dare to breathe, while her lungs ache and her mouth tastes like blood.

The forest holds its breath. The heavy hoofprints and the hot, crackling laughter of the red horseman fill the clearing – and then pass.

Snowflakes fall and sting her face. She thinks they’re stinging her eyes as well until she angrily wipes her face and realizes that she’s crying.

She hasn’t cried ever since her mother died. The realization knocks some stone in her heart aside and the dam sunders and bursts.

In the branches overhead, the ravens and the carrion birds politely pretend not to listen.

She must fall asleep on that mound, because when she opens her eyes again the grey winter sky is turning bruise blue, and the trail of blazing hoofprints in the snow has long since cooled.

She shuffles down from the mound, looks at the blue-blackness between the frosted trees, and chooses a direction at random.

The grandmothers of the village would say that if you got lost in the woods, you would find yourself at Baba Yaga’s hut on chicken legs.

She’s counting on it.

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kittyt-hexxed · 9 months

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Hiiii! I’ve been hesitant to ask because I’m not sure if you’re in this fandom, but could you do a fic for Suki from ATLA? Definitely older cause she’s like sixteen in the series, but one where Reader is Katara/Sokka’s older sister and she instantly falls for Suki. (Reader has a thing for women who can knock her out) Have her be a secret water bender (ya know, cause Katara) and like Suki catches her bending. Reader begs her not to tell and Suki is like “only if you let me train you.”

Maybe a smut scene after practice, it’s totally up to you! But I would love it if you wrote this, I love your Arcane work! Oh! And Reader has loooong curly hair like past her butt! Thank you!

Can You Keep a Secret?

Suki x Fem!POC!Reader

Author Note: You don’t understand the excitement I felt seeing an ATLA request! Writing this helped my writer’s block, too, so thank you for that! I am in both fandoms ATLA and TLOK! I have also read the Kyoshi novels for future reference ;)

Warnings: ATLA Spoilers (Season 1, Episode 4), Young & Dumb Sokka, Older Suki, Waterbender!Reader, Accidental flashing, Cute Flirting, Teasing, Playful Training, Suki kicks your ass and you’re into it, First Time, Hickeys, Fingering, Praise/Compliments

Summary: You tried your best to hide your bending, but Suki managed to find out within a few hours. You beg her to keep the secret and she agrees… only if you let her train you.

Your head was spinning from the events that happened within the last few days. Not only did your little sister find the Avatar, but you nearly got a face full of fire! It didn’t help that you were hiding your bending ability. You wanted to drown that stupid kid for attacking your family. He was lucky that Aang came in when he did, or you would have sunk him under the ice. Then there was the heartbreaking revelation at the Air Temple… so, it’s actually relieving to you that Aang wanted to go on a little break. You were also really enjoying traveling by Bison. You really enjoyed feeling the wind in your hair. It also helped that if you found the right spot, you couldn’t hear them talking over the loudness of the wind. It was your favorite place to take a nap until you shifted over.

“Stop bugging her, airhead.” This is the first thing you hear as you tune back into the conversation, causing you to open your eyes, “You need to give girls space when they’re doing their sewing.” You raise an eyebrow at that. ‘Where did he get that from?’

“What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?” Katara asks.

“Yeah, little bro.” Sokka jolts as he realizes you’re awake and listening, “What does being a girl have to do with that?” He’s silent for a moment as he tries to figure out the words to say.

“Simple. Girls are better at fixing pants than guys, and guys are better at hunting and fighting and stuff like that.” He shrugs, “It’s just the natural order of things.” Your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of their head as you look at your brother in disbelief.

“Really?” You say coldly, “I guess I should stop hunting then since I’m so horrible at it.”

“I’m all done with your pants and look what a great job I did!” Katara says too sweetly, tossing his pants at him. They hit him in the face and he panics, realizing that there’s still a hole in them. He looks to you for help, but you close your eyes and pretend to go back to sleep. What he said concerned you. Where did he get those ideas from when you were the main caretaker of the family? You hunted, gathered firewood, and took care of everyone. That’s why you were so reluctant to leave in the first place. Your people needed you, but Gran Gran was persuasive.

By the time you landed, you wanted nothing to do with the group. Sokka and Katara had been bickering nearly the whole time while Aang kept trying to get your sister’s attention. You found it funny at first, watching this kid try to impress your sister while not knowing how to interact with her. You were silently cheering him on but it was painful.

“I’m going to go over there. Spirits know I need a moment to myself.” You point off to the side where there is a bit more of a private area, “Don’t do anything stupid.” You pointedly look at Sokka.

“Why are you looking at me?!” Sokka protests, “You should be saying that to Katara! She’s already done stupid things!”

“Oh, really?” Katara scoffs, “Like what?” You watch them bicker for a moment before shaking your head. ‘They wonder why I’m always hunting.’

“Don’t you want to see the Elephant Koi?” Aang asks you.

“No, I’m good. I’ll check them out later since we’re camping here.” You give him a reassuring smile. You glance at the two behind him who are still arguing and roll your eyes. There wasn’t a moment where your siblings weren’t at each other’s throats. It got tiring trying to be the mediator so you stopped. You just let them hash it out. You walk away from the group, looking forward to getting a little bit of alone time.

Now in a private place, you pull off your coat and strip down to your undergarments. You would have invited Katara along but between Aang wanting to impress her and your social flame going low, you chose against it. ‘Some peace.’ You smile to yourself. You find a place to sit in the sand and get comfortable. The sand was warm, already heated up from the sun, and felt wonderful on your skin. You sigh in contentment, laying back to enjoy the area's warmth. If you were back home, you would’ve been bundled up to avoid the cold. It didn’t bother you much, but it got frustrating sometimes. Having a chance to show some skin and not have the possibility of freezing to death is wonderful. You were excited to travel the world, even if you’d miss Gran Gran back at home.

You were probably lying down for a total of five minutes before you heard screaming. Your eyes snap open and you jump up from the sand. You’re sprinting back to the group before your mind can even process it. You gasp in shock seeing a giant sea serpent chasing Aang across the water. Your fingers flex, itching to jump into the water and help him as you get to the bank with your siblings. It wasn’t necessary though as Aang comes flying out of the water and collides with Sokka. You flinch as they get thrown back into the trees.

“Sokka! Aang!” You shout, running to them with Katara. You give Sokka a concerned look seeing him slumped against a tree while Aang looked fine.

“What was that thing?” Katara questions.

“I don’t know.” Aang responds, putting his clothes on.

“It might have been a sea serpent of some kind.” You put a hand on your hip, “Dad used to warn me that some hung out in the water near the ice floes. That’s why we didn’t go there for my initiation.” They all look at you as if they just realized you were there before shouting and turning around. You blink in confusion.

“Y-Y-Y/N!” Katara shouts, her face an impressive shade of pink, “Where are your clothes?!”

“I heard screaming. There wasn’t time to put clothes on if something was wrong.” You deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’ll go get them now that I know you’re all okay.”

“Great! Then we can leave!” Sokka says, not turning back, “I am not sticking around to find out what that creature actually is.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off, turning around and heading back to where you left your clothes, “I’ll help you get ready to go once I’m dressed.” You leave them by the trees. ‘There is a lot Katara and Sokka haven’t been exposed to.’ You frown. ‘Our age differences have affected them a lot more than I would have liked. I was thirteen when we lost mom. I had more than enough time with her to learn about waterbending or go adventuring with Dad. They’ve been sheltered for far too long.’

You find the area where you left your clothes and pull your tights back on. You exhale, sad that your moment of peace has gone just as fast as it arrived. You bend down to put up your tunic, straightening up to dust the sand off and the next thing you know a figure drops down in front of you. Your feet are swept out from under you before you can react, and the person grabs you by your chest wrappings as you fall. You’re yanked forward by them, but you feel them come undone as they’re not as secure as they should have been. The gang's haste to get into the air the other day didn’t give you the time you needed to do a warrior wrap. The person in front of you gasps as the wraps fall away, suddenly spinning you around and blinding you. You let out a yelp as your chest is exposed to the air, but your tunic is on shortly after. Ropes are tied around your upper body, pinning your arms to your sides. They pick up your body, drape you over their shoulder, and start running. ‘That happened way too fast.’ You think, dazed. That couldn’t have been more than a minute. You don’t even have the words to say, honestly. You were surprised. Very surprised. Who could move like that?! The only time you moved that fast was while ice skating! Were there people who could move that fast normally? Aang didn’t count because he’s the Avatar. Who knows the extent of his abilities.

You weren’t sure how long it took, but your body was tied to something after a while. From the sounds of it, the others were right next to you so at least you don’t have to worry about that. You shift your body, trying to figure out how exactly you’re tied up. You practically jump out of your skin when you hear someone talking.

“You four have some explaining to do.” A man’s voice sounds.

“And if you don’t answer all of our questions, we’re throwing you back into the water with the Unagi.” A woman says after him.

“Show yourselves, cowards!” Comes from your idiot brother somewhere to your left.

“Oh sure, Sokka. Call the people who tied us up” the blindfold is removed from your eyes, “cowards.” You hiss, then go silent as you see a group of girls standing in front of you. The man you heard was with him, but he was the only one.

“Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us?” Sokka demands.

“There were no men.” The woman in front scoffs, seemingly irritated by that question, “We ambushed you. Now tell us - who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“We-” You try to speak but Sokka speaks over you.

“Wait a second, there’s no way a bunch of girls took us down.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and it makes you want to smack him. How many times do you have to yell at him for him to understand that it’s not just the men in your tribe who do things? Besides, the woman was clearly agitated, and saying that would only make it worse.

“Sokka, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You sigh.

“Bunch of girls, huh?” The woman grabs Sokka by his coat and leans in threateningly, “The unagi is going to eat well tonight.”

“Please ignore my dumbass brother!” You shout, getting her attention, “He does NOT speak for the rest of us!” You glare at him.

“Then, I’m sure you can answer my questions. Since you seem to be the oldest here.” She stands in front of you and you meet her dark blue eyes, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Her voice was lowered and it was spoken in more of a threatening manner than before.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe. We were just passing through and wanted to relax before continuing.” You swallow, feeling intimidated, “That’s all, I promise.”

“It’s my fault.” Aang speaks up, from somewhere past your brother, “I’m sorry we came here. I wanted to ride the Elephant Koi.”

“How do we know you’re not Fire Nation spies?” The man hisses accusingly, “Kiyoshi stayed out of the war so far and we intend to keep it that way.” That makes you scoff in anger. How dare he accuse you of being a spy for that wretched nation! As if you’d want anything to do with the people who destroyed your family!

“This island is named for Kiyoshi?” Aang sounds oddly happy about that, “I know Kiyoshi!”

“How could you possibly know her? Avatar Kiyoshi was born here four hundred years ago. She’s been dead for centuries!”

“I know her because I’m the Avatar.” Aang says making your jaw drop. ‘He did not just say that out loud! Why would he tell people that after I told him to keep it a secret?!’ You panic. ‘If these idiots would have let me handle this, I could have gotten us out by now! But, no, don’t let the adult handle this!’

“That’s impossible! The last Avatar was an airbender who disappeared one hundred years ago.” The woman shakes her head as you drop yours in exasperation.

“That’s me!” You can practically hear Aang’s grin. You were going to strangle this kid the moment your hands were free. Avatar or not!

“Throw the impostor to the unagi!” The man commands. ‘So, he’s likely the chief.’ The women snap out metal fans and move closer to surround your group. Your eyes widen and you internally curse that your hands are bound. There was nothing you could do to help your situation.

“Aang, if you’re going to claim that you’re the Avatar you need to prove it!” You tell him, not liking the sight of those fans, “Do some air bending!” There’s a gust of air and you hear the people gasping in awe. Whispers fill the air as Aang floats down and you feel relieved as you hear the Chief say that he believed him. They threw a feast in honor of Aang’s arrival and you were shocked to see so much food on the table. You were hesitant at first, but Aang insisted so you ate until you were satisfied. The Chief and the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors joined your group. Thankfully, Sokka was too engrossed in stuffing himself with food to notice the warrior sitting with you. If he had, you were sure dinner wouldn’t have been as pleasant as it was.

“Hello.” The woman greets you as she takes the seat to your left.

“Hello.” You greet her politely.

“I wanted to apologize and introduce myself to you.” She brushes her hair behind her ear, “I’m Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. I’m sorry we ambushed you like that. While we live away from the mainlands, people have been begging us to join the war. It’s been going on since before I was a little girl. We’ve been very careful with newcomers.”

“That’s alright. I understand that. My village was raided by the Fire Nation when I was a teenager. After that, the men in the village refused to let anyone who wasn’t from the neighboring villages in.” You reassure her, “You were only protecting your home. I can’t blame you for that when I would do the same. It’s admirable.”

“That’s a relief. Thank you… but um… that’s not all I wanted to apologize for.” Suki rubs the back of her neck, lowering her voice, “I was the one who jumped you on the shoreline. You looked to be around my age, so I wasn’t sure what training you might have had.” Her words sink in and you begin to feel mortified.

“I saw your chest and I wanted to let you know that wasn’t my intention.” She whispers, and you think you see her face turning pink, “I’m very sorry for that.”

“I-It’s okay.” You frantically wave your hands, “I’m not upset about it at all. At least you had the decency to cover me.”

“O-Of course! I wouldn’t do that to another woman!” Now she’s waving her hands frantically, “Not unless they wanted me to, but that’s not- I’m going to stop talking now.” She facepalms, making you laugh at the absurdity of the conversation.

The mess that was your first conversation didn’t do anything to ruin the rest of them. You found yourself talking to Suki the most as you were sitting next to each other. She listened intently as you talked about your life at home and what you did for fun. Unfortunately, you had to leave out anything that involved waterbending. Katara was the one who talked to Suki about that one. But, you learned about Suki’s life on the island and how it was her dream to become a Kyoshi Warrior. You congratulated her on becoming the leader and she made a soft comment that had you raising an eyebrow, “It’s rewarding to train pretty women like you.”

You weren’t new to flirting. You were lucky enough to interact with people outside of your tribe before your dad left. It’s just been a while since you’ve had a chance. So, you fell into it. You flirted with her, and she seemed to be into it. You couldn’t believe your luck. You’ve been gone from home for such a short time and here was an attractive woman hitting on you! The end of dinner made you a little sad, but you had the itch for some more alone time, so you asked one of the islanders where you could find a quiet cove or something close to it. They directed you to one on the other side of the island that’s past the training building for the Kyoshi Warriors.

It was a good distance to walk, but that meant you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone either. With your siblings and Aang preoccupied, you took the chance to sneak away. It felt like the perfect opportunity to get some waterbending practice in. You let out a slow breath, moving through the meditative poses your mother taught you as a child. It helped not only to relax your body but your mind when it got too unfocused. And, it was definitely too unfocused. There was something about Suki that got into your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about her. Knowing that she was the one who took you down earlier made you flustered. You’ve never come into contact with anyone who can do something like that.

So, once your body is focused, you let your awareness spread to the rolling waves in front of you. You smile to yourself as you lift the water and bring it towards you. It whirls around your body, the soft whooshing sound of the water bringing you peace of mind.

“Okay, mom.” You exhale, widening your stance slightly, “Guide me through the exercise.” You move through the waterbending techniques your mother taught you, steadily going faster and getting harsher with each re-run of the sequence. Your muscles are used to the movement, due to training over and over again. At some point, you’d have to break the news to Katara. She’d be pissed with you for keeping this a secret, but she wasn’t ready. You couldn’t teach her something that could kill someone if she couldn’t control her anger. You will never forget the day you nearly speared your father with an icicle during an argument.

“You didn’t tell me you were a bender.” A voice comes from behind you, making you shriek. You whirl around, the water following as you whip it at whoever snuck up on you.

“Ouch!” The person yelps, clutching their side and you realize that it’s Suki.

“Oh, Spirits! I’m so sorry!” You gasp as she looks at you with an impressed look, “Are you okay?!”

“It’s okay!” Suki giggles, rubbing her side as she moves closer to you, “I guess we’re even after what happened earlier today.”

“I guess we are.” You chuckle, “Are you sure you don’t want me to check?”

“Well… I’d have to remove everything so…”

“Oh.” You blink, “Then, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anyway, that was some impressive bending. How come you didn’t bring it up when Katara was talking about it?”

“My brother and sister don’t know. Our mom trained me in secret in case my siblings couldn’t bend. I haven’t told Katara for various reasons.” You sigh, running a hand over your hair. It was the one conversation you were dreading.

“Hmm, is the reason because you’re so good at it?” She says flirtatiously, “If you had fought me with it this morning, I might have been the one retrained.”

“I doubt it.” You flirt back, “I could just freeze you in place.” You demonstrate by sneakily freezing her feet to the ground. She gasps, tugging on her ankles to try and get them unstuck.

“Then you wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere.” You giggle, giving her a playful shove. Suki laughs as she pinwheels, unable to fall.

“You’re interesting, you know that?” She grins, watching as you melt the ice and pull the water back to you.

“Says the woman who took me down in seconds.” You chuckle, “I have never been so confused in my life.” She could take you down that fast and had the strength to lift your body. You found that kind of attractive.

“Will you show me your bending?” Suki questions, leaning forward on her tiptoes, “I haven’t seen waterbending like yours up close before.”

“Only if you keep it a secret.” You get a raised eyebrow in return, “Please, Suki. I can’t have them finding out right now.” You give her a pleading look. She makes a face like she’s contemplating what you said. You bite your lip, wondering if she’d tell them about your secret. She didn’t seem like that kind of person, but you only just met her. She tied you up and planned on murdering you without a second thought, too. It was to protect her people but…

“I’ll keep it a secret.” Suki agrees, a teasing smile on her lips, “But, you have to let me train you. You’ll need to know how to protect yourself.”

“Deal!” You hurriedly agree. That earns you a big grin from Suki and you spend the last of your daylight waterbending for her. She seemed dazzled by what you were doing. She asked you questions and even attempted to do the moves with you. For the first time in forever, you didn’t feel alone while practicing. She made you laugh and even tried to surprise attack you! You managed to hit her away, but you suspected she made it easy for you.

Once the final dredges of sunlight were about to disappear, Suki took your hand and guided you through the woods. She said you could use the actual training building because you’d be the only ones there. With the arrival of Aang, she had given the others the evening off. But, it will be right back to work tomorrow morning.

“This is where you practice?” You gasp. The building was very simple on the inside with a large open space. There were some weapons hanging on the wall and two doors at the back of the building.

“Yup. From sunrise to sunset.” Suki turns to you, putting her hands on her hips, “Now you’ll get the chance to see how we train.”

“So, why did you want to train me?” You question, letting her pull your hair out of its ponytail. You shake it out and blush at the awed look Suki gives you. Your hair was very long. You took great care of it since there wasn’t much to do in your free time.

“If you’re going to keep pretending you’re not a waterbender, you still need to be able to protect yourself.” She retrieves a box and has you kneel before her, “So, I’m going to walk you through our traditions.”

Suki takes the time to get you dressed into the robes the Kiyoshi Warriors wear. You’re almost surprised at how heavy the robes are on your body. If they wore this and managed to move that quickly, they must be inhuman or something! It interested you, and you found the way Suki talked so proudly about it to be cute. You listened to her closely, letting her put the makeup on you as she explained the history behind it. Once that was done, it was time for practice.

“We’re going to move through some motions, so spread your feet apart like this and bring your elbows into your body.” Suki demonstrates. You mimic her and she stares at you intensely as you do. A few seconds pass before she walks over to you.

“You want to come down a bit farther.” She puts her hands on your hips and pulls your body down some more. You feel your breath catch in your throat as she manipulates your body. Although you had no skin exposed, you could feel her touch lingering on your skin. It felt like the air was heating up between you two. She watched your body movements, using her own hands to support you or correct your form. You stopped breathing when her hands moved up your body, feeling dizzy in a different way. Your gazes lingered, and you watched her lips move as she talked.

“You’re doing a great job!” Suki compliments you, “You’re a natural at this!”

“Thank you.” You feel fluttery hearing her say that, “It might just be because I have a great teacher.”

“A great teacher is only made by a great student.” She winks at you, making you giggle.

“Can you show me your moves in action?” You tilt your head, “Slowly, at least. I’d like to be able to see it this time.”

“Okay, get in position across from me.” Suki motions with her hand, and you do as she says. You lock eyes, getting lost in her gaze. A moment passes and then Suki becomes a blur. You gasp in alarm, feeling her grab your arm out of nowhere. You’re yanked forward and you feel your body flip through the air. You let out a grunt of pain as your back hits the floor and Suki pins you to the ground. Your jaw drops as she smirks down at you.

“Was that slow enough?” She asks teasingly.

“Yeah…” You breathe out, feeling an unknown emotion settle in your chest.

“That’s it for tonight, then.” The smirk doesn’t leave her face as she helps you up, “Let’s get you out of that. We’ll take the makeup off first.” You nod wordlessly, still in awe. The two of you head into the changing room where the shelves are filled with extra uniforms. There’s a basin of water there that’s used to remove the makeup, but you feel a little spontaneous.

“Let me remove the makeup for you.” You pull water from the basin and let it stick to your palms, “It’ll be faster this way.”

“Okay.” Suki smiles and sits down, patting the spot on the bench next to her. You get close to her, Suki’s hand on your thigh to steady herself as she lets you carefully run your hands over her face. Little by little, the makeup comes off to reveal her features and you’re taken by her beauty.

“You’re staring.” She whispers.

“Sorry.” You go to back away, but she grabs your wrist.

“I’m okay with staring… but I’d prefer to kiss you instead.” You make a noise in the back of your throat, surprised by her statement.

“If I read this whole evening wrong, you’re more than welcome to tell me no.” She continues, “But if I haven’t… I’d like to kiss you.”

“You haven’t.” You whisper, closing your eyes to remove the makeup from your face. Once you do, you send the water down the little drain next to the basin, “I’d like to kiss you, too.”

Suki didn’t waste a second. Her lips were on yours, soft and sweet from the berry juice in the lip paint. Your heartbeat picks up as she guides you onto her lap, and you rest your hands on her chest. She wasn’t your first kiss, but she’s the first kiss where it was good. Suki knew how to kiss and it showed. The way her tongue found its way into your mouth, not too much to send you running or she’d take a moment to suck on your bottom lip and make you impatient.

“Can I touch you?” Suki asks sweetly, “Have you been touched before?”

“Ah, no, I-I haven’t.” That question wasn’t one you were expecting at all. That made you a little nervous. You haven’t even touched yourself before. How would you know what to do or-

“Hey, don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything.” She brushes your hair behind your ear, “I was just asking.”

“I’d like to… I’ve just- I don’t-”

“You don’t need to do anything.” She giggles, “Let me do it for you.”

“Okay.” You agree.

“Let’s get you undressed then.” Suki waits for you to stand before instructing you to turn around. Piece by piece, she helped you out of the warrior’s uniform while leaving kisses on your neck. Your body felt warm, your heart was racing, and you were slowly getting excited for what was to come. When your robes were off, you helped Suki even though she didn’t need it. Taking your cues from her, you did the same thing and kissed her neck, giving in to the urge to leave little bites as well. You were doing something right by the way you’d hear soft gasps leave her lips. The moment the last piece of her robes were off, she backed you into the wall and hicked your leg up to her hip.

“Kiss me.” You demand, making her chuckle.

“Eager.” She grins before kissing you again. This time you were more intense with this kiss. You weren’t sure why but only that it felt right to be. You could feel her fingers playing at the edge of your underwear and it sends shivers up your spine. Her fingers move across and down, over your covered clit to press against that spot between your legs. You gasp against her lips, wrapping your arms around her to bring her closer to you. She rubs her fingers down there for a bit, continuing to kiss you as you struggle to hold in your moans. Your body is trembling at this point, eager for more stimulation from the gorgeous warrior pinning you to the wall.

“Do you still want me to put my fingers in?” Suki asks after backing from the kiss.

“Yes…” You breathe out. You hold each other’s gaze as you feel her move the cloth aside. Her eyes sparkle in the light, such a deep blue you could always get lost in them. You gasp as one of her fingers slips into you, whimpering as she touches you in a way no one has. It’s all you can focus on. The feel of her touching you so deeply in a place that sent your body tingling with pleasure.

“Suki.” You moan out her name, tilting your head back.

“You’re so beautiful, you know.” She kisses your exposed neck, “It’s a shame you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.”

“You’re the first.” You mutter, not able to speak any louder.

“I’m honored.” She hums, putting another finger in and stretching you out, “You have such a cute pussy. I’m enjoying letting you experience this.” You groan, the soft burning from the stretching not doing anything to distract you from the pleasure. Only a few hours ago, she had tied you up and now she was in an intimate position with you. Who would have thought leaving home would end up with you like this?

“Thank you…” You say breathily, “It feels nice. Really nice.”

“Don’t thank me yet, cutie.” Suki giggles, “I haven’t made you cum, yet.” You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but you couldn’t ask. She had moved her thumb to a bundle of nerves further up and you were too enthralled to talk. The trembling in your body only got worse, except now something was tightening in your abdomen. It kept getting tighter the more she touched you and you didn’t want to tell Suki to stop. You were more aware of her fingers than you were earlier and the pressure in your abdomen had reached its peak. A loud moan left your lips as you felt it snap, your fingers digging into her shoulders in the process.

“Spirits!” You hear Suki exclaim in surprise and then giggle as you feel a liquid run down your legs. She didn’t stop until you could feel your body relax, but your mind was definitely in a different state. You felt a little foggy.

“I didn’t think I’d make you cum that hard.” Suki chuckles, slowly sliding her fingers out, “Are you feeling okay?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to catch your breath, “I am. I just- I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling but it feels good.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.” She kisses your cheek, “You did great, cutie.”

“Thank you.” You blush, thinking about kissing her again, “Can I…?”

“Can you kiss me again?” She smirks, making you giggle and nod your head.

“I don’t mind that.” Suki lifts your chin and kisses you.

#atla fic #atla #atla suki #suki x reader #suki x fem reader

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MEDIC Part 16 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hey guys, listen it's gonna get happy soon, hehe, maybe. Oh god I just keep writing sad stuff. I swear I am so happy and funny in real life! I just like to dump all of my feelings and sadness onto Emily, cause then it isn't my problem but hers and she's not real so... my problems aren't real. OK! ahahah. Also I am so so so so sorry for this is the slowest slow burn of all time, if you are here for romance I am totally sorry. I just want them to kiss, but then it isn't the right time, like idk if I make them get together while she is just going through it. Plus I feel so mean for Don he always helps her and he's just fine. IDK ahhh a lot going on up in my brain. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @xxluckystrike (let me know if anyone else wants to be on the tag list 🥰, totally understand if you don't, this is the most depressing story and if you're having a good day I'm sure it will ruin it.)

Emily stands from her crouched position, striding over to the Nazi soldier. She stands over his body, tilting her head to analyse the dead man. But she doesn’t see a man nor a human. She sees filth. Pig scum who was a waste of space and air. She kicks his leg hard, but he stares up at the sky. Emily bends down picking up the gun slung across his body, she yanks it free. She checks the ammo, seeing the gun is still full, she scavenges over the body taking his magazine. She stands tall walking to where the assault happens, she strolls past her own men who yell at her to take cover. They look at each other confused, wondering why the medic is holding a German gun and walking straight into fire. She spots a group of German soldiers who take cover behind a hay bale. Her finger squeezes the trigger spraying the men in fire. She watches as they fall like dominos. She moves to where they were, firing more shots into the bodies to ensure they are dead. A round fires near her all missing, she scoffs, turning her attention to where the shots came from. Emily picks up her gun, shooting the men down one by one. She marches over to where they were stationed. One man that she had missed scrambles back from her, she notes he looks young, like the boy who’s blood covered her face and chest. She pins the boy to the floor, getting in his face.

“This is for them!” She snarls as she pulls the pistol from her pocket.

She gets up from the now lifeless body picking up her discarded semi-automatic weapon, continuing on her warpath. She walks back out into the opening as if taunting the men to shoot. She stands with dead eyes, her hair loose from the vigorous movement, blowing across her face. Her men stampede either side of her, taking the advantage she just created for them. She tosses her now empty gun to the side but still grips her pistol tightly. A firm grip lands on her shoulder. She doesn’t hesitate, whipping around, she aims the gun right at the man's head. Familiar eyes locking onto hers.

I hold the pistol right between Malarkey’s eyes, the tang of blood on my tongue and the stench of copper on my clothes. I exhale shakily, eyes frantically darting around.

“Em, you’re ok!” Malarkey grips the barrel moving it down from his face.

I step back, dropping the gun to the ground. I take in my hands tacky with blood, I go to wipe them on my front but the green uniform is stained red. Tears spring to my eyes, my heart pounds in my ears. What happened? I look again at my hands, they shake as I recollect the scene that just unfolded. I killed those men. I killed a young boy. I caused the life to leave from his eyes. I shake my head, frantically trying to wipe the blood from my hands, it won’t leave my skin. I drop to my knees tearing at my clothes trying to find my canteen. I pull it from my belt pouring the water over my hands, I desperately rub them together to wash away the stains. I grab at my button’s needing to get the smell that permeates in my nose off my body. I shake violently, unable to unfasten the buttons. “Help me!” I beg Malarkey who watches me with a sympathetic look on his face. He kneels in front of me, undoing my shirt, he helps me to pull it off. I touch my fingers to my face, finding more blood. I pour water from my canteen onto my hand rubbing the liquid into my face. I sob as I wash. Snot mixing in with the blood and tears. I tear at my skin not feeling clean enough. My wrists are grasped.

“Em, please stop, you’re hurting yourself!” Malakey begs me. I gasp for air in between sobs.

“What did I do?” I choke out. Malarkey and I kneel in the open field as he holds my wrists. The sound of gunshots slowly dissipating. He shakes his head, unable to find the words to tell me, not knowing how to put what he saw.

“I killed those men?” I ask, not believing my blurry memories.

“Em you weren’t yourself.” Malarkey tries to explain. I wasn’t there, felt like I was pushed back into my mind and I lost all control. Like falling asleep.

“I murdered those people, Don. This is their blood. I… killed them.” I hyperventilate, shaking my head. Trying to rid my mind of the images that flash behind my eyelids. I gag, retching the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Don watches, sitting helplessly in front of me. “I can’t, I can’t.” I muffle my screams behind my hand. I curl over myself. Pressing my head to the ground. I grip at the grass underneath, hoping that something will help my world stop spinning. I dig my nails into the ground tearing at the earth. I sob uncontrollably, choking on my own breaths. I have never felt this pain in my life. Like my soul is being torn from me. Like everything is being ripped from my body. Unbearable. I wail. Unconsolable.

“EM!” Don pleads with me. He moves to my side, raising me from my hunched position on the ground. He presses me into him, my chest against his. His hands in my hair, pressing my face into his neck. I sob still. His hands rub circles on my back, soothing my hair down. Don rocks us.

“Em this is not your fault. Shhh you’re alright.” He coos in my ear. I hiccup, the cries easing from my throat. I feel the tears still sliding down my face, pooling on his shirt. I grip at him, Don stops my world spinning. I hold on for dear life, worried he could slip away if I loosen my grip.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, into the air. I send it out into the universe.

“I’m so sorry.” I see the men's faces, cold and still. Young men, lives ahead of them, I took it. Their chance to live. I took their opportunities. I took a mother’s son, a sibling, a friend. I can’t justify my actions, there was no rationale, no means. I took advantage of the hatred I held and turned it against them. They were following orders, just like our men, just like me. I was the one out of line, I did not follow my orders. I look up at Don, his eyes meet mine. No disappointment in his face, just sorrow. The other men come back, the assault is over. We need to keep moving to Noville. If we sit out in the open we make ourselves more vulnerable. I hear crunching footsteps approach us.

“Let’s get moving.” Lip says to Don. I move to get up but Don holds me close. I look up at him, I nod my head, showing him I’m fine. He lets me go, I move to stand. I shudder looking at my clothes. I lift my head trying to distract myself. I still feel the blood coating my skin. I just want to get somewhere I can change. We walk in silence, Don close to my side. We hang back from the rest of the men. I’m ashamed, I don’t want them to see me like this, covered in blood. That is a normal state for me but this feels different, this blood was not shed from a wound I was trying to fix. It was shed from maleficence, my malice, my hatred. Lip walks in front of us, casting his glance back every so often to make sure I’m still there. I can’t read his expression, but I know he is disappointed, all of the men will be.

We set up camp in one of the houses on the outskirts of town. By the time we reach it night has fallen. I wait outside by myself asking Don to go and get me a new uniform, I don’t want to be paraded through the house in my blood soaked clothes and skin.

He re-emerges out of the house holding clean clothes for me.

“There is a stream not too far away, would you want to go wash there?” Don asks, I nod. There were no showers or places for me to wash here. I would take a cold stream over anything else. I followed behind him, he still held my clothes for me. We used a small torch to light our way. We didn’t talk on our journey, but it was short, we arrived at the stream soon enough. Snow covered the ground but thankfully the stream hadn’t frozen over due to the running water through it. He placed my clothes on a rock.

“I will wait for you up on the bank.” He said and left. I stripped down to my underwear, untying my hair from its bun. I took off my shoes and socks last. My feet burning from the cold underneath my soles. I stepped tentatively into the stream, gasping at the coldness. I walked further in the water coming to my waist. It was freezing, my breathing quickened due to how cold it was. I took a deep breath and sank beneath the water. I didn’t stay under long, my urge to gasp from the cold forcing me to resurface again. My teeth chattered but I persisted. I scrubbed my skin from the dried blood. I washed my face, my hair, and my hands. Washing away all of the bloodshed I'd caused. I didn’t realise it but I was sobbing as I washed. I slipped under the water again, my body now more used to the cold. It was quiet under the surface, muffled and muted from the outside world. My heavy bones felt light floating in the water. But I couldn’t hold my breath forever, I needed to surface at some point and face the world again. That felt all too real. I broke the surface, gulping in air. My body was numb by this point from the cold. I needed to get changed before I got too cold. I stood moving back to the edge, walking out, I dried myself with the towel that Don had brought for me. He was always so thoughtful, and I had pushed him away. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson last time. Luckily I couldn’t push him away so easily, we were in the same company, I had to see him everyday. I got dressed quickly, making my way back up to where Don waited for me. A soft smile formed on his lips seeing me clean again. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. He stayed quiet but wrapped his arms around my back squeezing me.

“I’m so sorry, Don.” I whispered into his neck, “I was being selfish. I pushed you away. But I don’t want to be apart from you.” Tears ran down my cheeks as we held each other still. “I want to remember them with you. I don’t want to forget them.” His hand rubbed up and down my back.

“We will remember them, Em. Those guys will be with us forever.” He said softly into my hair. He knew exactly how to comfort me. I pulled back to smile at him, his thumb brushing away the tears on my cheeks.

“As long as you have me, we won’t forget. And you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He grinned at me, making me laugh tearily.

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” I shook my head. “I’ve decided to keep you, for as long as I can.” He grinned at me nodding his head.

We made our way back to the house. The building was warm due to all the bodies packed into it. I was ready to crash, I had been running on fumes for days. The quiet chatter died when we walked back into the house, I was very aware of all of the eyes watching me. I walked closer to Don trying to hide behind him, but it was no use. I looked down at my feet as we walked, finally making it to where Don had saved a spot for us on the floor. What were they thinking? They had all seen it happen, so surely they all knew about it. Did they hate me now? See me as a monster? I bit my lip nervously, thoughts swirling in my head. Don’s warm hand landed on top of mine, he gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded not needing to speak, we both knew what we were saying without words.

“Do you mind?” Malarkey said loudly turning to the group of men, they all looked away from us, their chatter resuming. I laid down, resting my head on my bag, he pulled the blanket over the both of us, resting beside me.

“Tomorrow will be easier.” He squeezed my hand before rolling over away from me. I fell asleep not long after. Tomorrow will be easier.

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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.

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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:

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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.

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Idk if you've been asked before, but I'm really curious now! What was the dynamic between Minovae and Regill like when they first met?

Oh gods congratulations you've asked the one question I myself haven't really solidified yet.

Right now, the working dynamic for when they first met: nonexistent.

The First Year

Minovae's circumstances for pledging herself as an armiger are pretty drastic - she truly saw it as one last ditch effort to save the burning trash heap that was her life. Even if she couldn't scrape together a meaningful existence for herself in this shitty world, she could at least die trying to end the war burning Cheliax to the ground- die trying to make it a better place for someone else.

She is very withdrawn and private upon first becoming an armiger. The reputation of the Hellknights then was a little different (not really associated with actual devils because that came with backing the Thrunes in the later half of the war), but they were still the frightening, harsh knights that took Law and Justice into their own hands. They gave up comfort and autonomy of their own lives for the cause of Order at all costs - which spoke to her because with someone telling her what to do, then she couldn't fuck it up so bad anymore, right? She knew better than try to buddy up with anyone else, deciding to just keep her head down and 'do this right because you haven't done anything right in your life ever. ' Also she's been tossed aside by everyone she's ever dared grown close to. A group of reserved knights that only care about duty (from the outside)? Perfect for her at this point.

She notes Regill's existence there pretty immediately - 'oh, another chaotically inclined ancestry is here, that's kind of... comforting' but she doesn't approach him because she's not going to approach anyone. He's not as cold at this time but also keeps to himself, and his reaction to seeing her on the lineup that first day is actually a bit of dread: 'Ugh, hope she doesn't bother me because she sees me as some type of kinship."

They kind of just exist around each other during training exercises, barracks life, getting to vaguely know of each other as you do when in the same group. Some moments that stick out:

He ends up being impressed by her diligence and commitment: Minovae doesn't just read the Measure, the studies it pretty in-depth to the point where she develops a very strong personal interpretation of it alongside the Chain. The only thing? She's not exactly educated. There's a lot of complicated words and terminology in that codex, and her copy of the Measure is marked up with tons of notes in the margins, circled words, and other leaflets shoved into it that have definitions or interpretations of things she didn't understand or couldn't read. There's a few times he passes by the library late at night and she's in there, studying, or she has her notes in the barracks. I have a pretty distinct scene of where she's exhausted, hand holding her head up where she circles yet another word, feeling pretty defeated and low because this is the 6th one in a few minutes. He passes by and casually says it aloud, defines it, then moves on. She would stare at him and feel immensely appreciative, but that's really all. It means a lot to her that she isn't belittled for not being able to read very well (yet) and he admires her work ethic and attempts.

She admires his complete nonreaction to prejudice against him and how equally he treats everyone (meritocracy and harshly)

Regill does not treat her (or any of the other 'atypical' recruits like tieflings) any differently for being what they are. While most of the other armigers do, and she is so used to it, it's a breath of fresh air to be treated based on your actions and deeds than because of you have a tail and some scales. The majority of the veteran/ranked Hellknights also do not care and do not treat her differently because of how much the Orders are a meritocracy, but it's especially nice working with and then under the direct order of someone who sees her for her skills and experience more than anything else.

She also is incredibly impressed and aspires to be as nonreactive to prejudice against her like he is. He's a gnome, yes? And? So what? He proves time and time again that that does not matter, and you are a fool for thinking it does.

So when do they actually appear on each other's radar more?

Minovae's "Trial".

For those less familiar with Pathfinder lore, an armiger is a pledge to the orders. Armiger training usually lasts a minimum of 2 years and is entirely voluntary, you can leave. When you are 'ready' to become an actual Hellknight, you submit yourself to the trial which is a 1 v 1 fight against a summoned devil, usually a barbazu but can be a more powerful devil depending on the skill of the armiger.

There is a clause in Trial rules though: any Hellknight of rank that observes an armiger fighting a devil without aid, or survives a battle that reasonably would count as a sufficient Trial, they can vouch for that armiger and submit it as an official Trial (in the game, this is how Regill justifies the fight with Nulkineth as sufficient 'trial' for the Knight Commander to become a Hellknight).

Only a year after pledging herself, Minovae is still an armiger but Regill has passed his own trial and become a Hellknight. Their unit, led by a Maralictor, is ambushed by enemy Thrune devil-binders that results in the death of their Maralictor and a few of the other armigers, leaving Regill the only ranked Hellknight and thus their acting commander. They are trapped by a warding glyph specifically tuned to Lawful alignments, but by virture of Minovae being chaos-blooded (more so than a gnome, as a ganzi) she is able to push through without being instantly incinerated.

An Osyluth (bone devil) manifests on the other side and congratulates her, and says it will make her death fast as reward. Realizing she's dead either way, she prepares for a fight to the death, the goal being if she can at least get this ward down the others can get away and live on. Her own life is not a factor in the equation anymore. It's a vicious fight: she cuts off her own tail with the edge of her shield to keep the devil's venom from traveling up and into her body to stay standing longer... ultimately she slays it only because she clasps holy bombs in her shield hand, shoves her arm down its throat, wedging her shield there, and then brings her hammer down on top of its head to smash the bombs still in her grasp.

Regill, watching and helpless to do anything, sees everything a knight should be about: duty, selfless sacrifice, commitment to the goal at all costs and without concern for the self. She could have attempted to run. She could have begged for her life. She could have sold them out.

Instead, she flipped down her helmet and dropped into an offensive stance before the devil had even finished speaking out. He saw her look directly at him and mouth at him to "get them out of here" right before she blew up her own arm in the devil's mouth, which she most assuredly believed would be her death.

Using the clause of the Trial he orders far more healing resources used on her than is permitted to the save the life of an armiger, and orders her to stay conscious and alive: "Do you want to die an armiger? Or live to be a Hellknight?"

Three days later when she regains consciousness after being Restored, she chases him down in the halls and thanks him. He looks at her dryly and comments she has nothing to thank him for, he was merely following protocol. She calls him out for it, says no, he wasn't, he didn't have to do that and he didn't have to expend so many resources on someone who anyone else would've seen as a lost cause with those injuries, so he better accept her thanks.

It’s the first time in her life someone has chosen her, in a sense, and she’s not about to let it go unacknowledged.

"...As you wish. You are welcome, Knight Arangeir."

Both being Hellknights at that point, they end up working very closely together for the rest of the war.

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Green fields [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

SPOILER UNDER THE CUT

this scene is so fucking cute, I couldn't handle it 😭

You were choosing one of the machetes to charge into battle and once you did you turned around to look for someone who needed your help. Nancy and Max were testing the shotgun after cutting it down, the Sinclairs punching the air with their spears while Steve and Robin took care of the arsonists. And in the distance, on the green grass, you could see Dustin and Eddie playing with the shields they just made. It was rare to see them like this, so happy and carefree, like a couple of little children. Somehow they were. "What am I seeing over there?" Eddie said to Dustin, as you walked in his direction with a grin, "Is that the evil warrior from the Valley of Desolation?" "I am, you foolish commoner!" you exclaimed, playing along and raising the machete as if it were a sword. The two boys pretended to be worried and looked at each other "And I'm here to kill them" "Attack!" your boyfriend yelled at the young man and the next thing that happened was that you were running away from both of them. You had obviously dropped the machete (because you didn't want to end up tripping and cutting someone's arm off by accident) but they were continuing with their garbage cans in pursuit. The two of them were clowning around with exaggerated maneuvers and sounds to try and catch you, but when you stopped to try to catch your breath a pair of strong arms grabbed you and lifted you into the air. “We've got her! You have to kill her!” he screamed again, while you struggled to try to escape. "Let go of me right now!" you screamed Dustin pretended to hold a knife and also made a stab at you, while you hissed and cursed still in the boy's arms “You're going to pay for this! They will both die!” you pronounced as 'last words' and then pretended to spit blood and become heavy in the boy's arms. Apparently that caught him off guard, as he tripped over himself and fell forward with you still in your arms. You could hear Dustin laughing out loud. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry, are you okay, pretty?" he asked scared, because his weight was on you. But you were laughing just like Dustin. "You are the worst warrior I know" you joked, making him smile too. He was all over you, trying not to hurt you, so it wasn't hard to put a hand on his cheek. "But you're the most handsome." "What about me?" “You shut up, Henderson,” Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. The boy tossed it with his hands so that it fell next to you and then launched himself on top of it. Your boyfriend was laughing and trying to get rid of the minor, but Dustin seemed quite comfortable "Help Lady Y/N!" "Am I not the evil warrior anymore?" you asked raising an eyebrow from your place, not intending to help him. Just a few seconds later Dustin moved away from where he was and threw himself next to your boyfriend, while you did the same. You stayed quiet for a while, listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the fresh air. You could also feel Eddie's thumb moving up and down on your skin. "I like this" "What?" you asked, staring up at the sky. It was a nice day, like for a picnic or going for a walk. But no, you were preparing to face an evil creature. "To be with you" replied your boyfriend. You smiled broadly and reached out to take his hand in a gesture of unity. Eddie was all you had and you guys had always been a team. He was yours and you were his. "Do you think we'll get out of this?" now Dustin asked. From his voice you knew he was scared and you couldn't blame him, you were too. “Of course, man. As long as we don't try anything stupid and stick to the plan, we'll be fine." "You're the one doing the stupid stuff here, Munson." "I promise not to do it this time, okay?" he said, squeezing your hand and patting Dustin's arm, in an attempt to reassure them that he was serious. "But you guys do it too," he asked and both of you said yes to the request. But in the end, one of you couldn't keep that promise.

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The sun beat down on the Peaks with relentless fervor. For all he had grown up here, had spent his entire childhood roaming from one end of the mountains to the other, he found himself stopping to rest with far more frequency. The Garleans had removed many of the trees, or so he had been told, which made shade and shelter much harder to come by; he was also carrying gear for both himself and Helisent, and although he hadn't the faintest idea why the girl who could fly was not the pack mule for their party of two, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Still, when she found him surveying the view of the ziggurat below and dipping into the last of his canteen, she let out a little laugh and flopped herself down next to him.

"No signs of them," Hel said. There was an apologetic note in her voice he did not often hear from her.

He shrugged. "If they aren't there, they aren't there." That was what he would tell himself, and her, at least: that they were not too late to save another village from the wandering blasphemies, and that the danger simply had not come through this way.

"Right." She stood up and took a drink from her own store of water.

"Careful," he said. "Until we reach Ala Ghiri, that's all we've got between the two of us."

"Relax, Great-Granddad. I saw a stream over to the southeast-"

"That one was used as a dumping ground for Castrum Abania for five years."

"Oh." She looked back into her canteen, as if to summon its contents back to her. "Well, what's the worst it could do to me?"

The question was asked in jest, but he rose to meet it nonetheless - just as Orella would have, if she weren't at home getting her much-deserved rest. "Could kill you just as surely as one of those horrors we're tracking. Just much less cleanly. If it's a toss-up between a few extra mouths now and weeping, cancerous sores later, I'd be inclined more to the former."

He hadn't meant to be so morbid about it, or at least, he had meant to be only so morbid that Hel would laugh or roll her eyes and call him an idiot. Instead, she fell silent, and mirrored his view out across the mountains. Her gaze lingered for a little over Ala Gannha. "How are you doing with all this?" she asked him. "And if you say 'it's fine, I'm fine,' then-"

"What if that's the truth of it?"

She looked back at him, her mouth open. It was an expression he had never quite seen before, but he recognized it all too well: he imagined it was how he looked to his Kingsguard fellows whenever he wondered if his earnestness was about to be met with some sort of a trap.

"Hel," he said. "This-" He made a sweeping, awkward gesture directed mostly at his own chest. "This is all I have. Looking after my family. If that wasn't enough for me, I never would have made it this far. Because it's always been that way, ever since…"

"Since the Garleans?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Since the beginning." Since the day he'd first realized why Wilhelm and he had been put on the earth together, not so very far from where they sat. "What of you? How are you faring?"

She had the gall to look embarrassed at having her own question turned back onto her. "About the same, I guess. Keeping busy helps, you know?"

"That I do."

"But it's nice that we get to do this. No matter the reason why."

He smiled, then gave her a little nudge at the shoulder. "Look."

A herd of antelope came bounding up from the west. For a moment, he was almost convinced that the scene was not a harbinger for something far worse - then, a piercing screech tore through the mountains, echoing from every direction in a seemingly endless cacophony.

Hel jumped to attention and readied her cloud for a fast departure. "Ready?"

"Right behind you. Go on."

She sped off into the open air, leaving him to stow his canteen and hers into his pack. With one last drink of the sunny blue sky, he hurried off in her wake.

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Could I then also ask, since you say that most main characters are inhumanly strong, agile and fast, could you do some of these too? Like, Rapunzel, Cassandra and Varian also have moments where they are shown to be extremly strong. Could you also do some screencaps of them?

Hmm... Varian, not so much. I'm thinking back on him and his scenes, and he's not really ever shown to be particularly strong.

And for the record, I didn't make any of these screencaps. I got them from @tenshichan1013 or kissthemgoodbye.net. Both of those are excellent sources for Tangled the Series screencaps.

With Rapunzel, I'll start from the very beginning.

Daily hauls someone who weighs more than her seventy feet into the air, and back down again.

This is a cast iron skillet. Cast iron is very heavy, and she's tossing it around like it's nothing.

And it works better when you see it in motion, but when Eugene is swinging across the gorge, headed straight for the Stabbingtons, she yanks on her hair, which is already wrapped around a rock for support, and manages to pull him out of their reach.

She fights gravity and Lance's weight to keep him from falling off a cliff.

She can easily support Eugene and Vigor's weight at the same time while she, herself, is suspended. (Note, she also caught him mid-fall.)

Before Eugene picked him up, Rapunzel was effortlessly dragging Hook Foot away from the drexis.

And all of that is stuff she's done with her muscles. Yeah, when she was lifting Gothel on the daily, she had a fulcrum, but it wasn't a complex one.

Oh, she's also fast.

Here, she's outpacing were-Ruddiger. This isn't the only time she's shown running faster than something she had no right to, but this is the first time, and I can't offhand remember what the other times were.

And I'm not going to lie: While Cassandra is canonically strong, I don't have any particular times memorized - especially pre-black rock suit - where she displays feats of strength that made me go, "Whoa." That doesn't mean they don't exist, it means I didn't focus on them or memorize them. But you can look through those two links at the top of the post if you want to try to find examples for yourself.

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For Summer and Morty

(Rick's going to have to bring his own beer, however)

The invitation card seems to appear out of nowhere, floating for a few moments in the air before dropping on the coffee table of the Smith-Sanchez living room.

Morty blinks at it, caught off guard, the show he was aimlessly watching completely forgotten. It's hardly the weirdest thing he has ever seen, but what has caught his attention is that there are both Summer's and his name on it. He almost never gets invited to whatever cool thing his sister manages to join.

Once he picks the card up and has a closer look at it, however, everything becomes clear and an excited grin opens on his face.

"H-Hey, Summer! C-Come at what we got!" He calls out, waving the invitation when his sister pokes her head into the room. "M-Marsha's throwing a...some kind of party an-and we're invited! S-She seems to have gotten a whole new place, j-just for it."

Summer steals the card from her brother's hands. She's going to be the one to keep it, he doesn't trust the boy not to lose or ruin it. Besides, her name comes before his.

...Which makes sense, since Marsha was her friend before she was Morty's.

"Oh, this is rad! I'm so going to need to go shopping for a new dress!" The girl cheers, already mentally scrolling through the list of shops she should look into. "I need something that can fit in a fantasy-like setting."

And maybe she can get away with buying a few extra accessories.

Rick rolls his eyes from where he has been observing the scene, leaning against the door jamb. Great, now he will have to deal with Morty being all distracted by some lame ass party. This has better not to get in the way of their adventures or he will make sure to get in the way of the celebration as payback.

And maybe, deep down, he's also a little offended that he hasn't been included.

"I-I can't fuckin' believe that they have no alcohol," he huffs, after having snatched the card out of Summer's grip. "W-What kind of party doesn't have booze?"

Not that it's too much of a problem. He usually always brings his own drinks anyway, even at parties where he knows he'll find the stuff he likes. And even if this particular one had had booze? It would have probably been as lame as the party itself.

"W-Whatever." He tosses the card back at Summer. "I-I'm going to be your plus one, Morty, s-so don't get any ideas on bringing someone else."

Morty scowls, obviously unhappy with Rick's decision and for more than one reason. However, he knows that there's no talking Rick out of a decision once he has made up his mind about it, so he just rolls his eyes with a muttered "W-Whatever, Rick".

It's not like he has anyone to invite anyway.

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Lovers’ Quarrel || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: when you married your brother’s best friend in 1941, the two of you had always promised to stick together and you did just that- even following him to wakanda where you trained alongside the dora milaje. When you find out that bucky’s released zemo from prison behind your back... needless to say you’re pissed.

a/n: okay i absolutely loved this request so much @missroro. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, reader and bucky fighting

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You were pissed to say the least.

You couldn’t understand why your husband would keep something so big such a secret from you. You had spent seventy years in ice for those you loved. You had become a super soldier for those you loved. You had spent two years off the grid in hiding for those you loved... and your husband couldn’t even tell you the truth? You would have tried to understand- helped him even- but he had chosen instead to keep you in the dark, leaving you to find out about his actions second hand from those who felt just as betrayed as you.

As you stood in the threshold of the room, spotting the five men, you could feel almost nothing but rage coursing through your veins. The tension was so thick in the room, you swore you could cut it with a knife... but you decided that a spear would do.

Throwing your arm back and tossing the spear forward, you watched as it stuck itself into the column between Sam and John Walker- the man posing as your brother.

When the spear collided with the wall, everyone’s eyes immediately snapped onto you and you could of sworn it almost felt good to watch the fear in your husband and Sam’s eyes when they spotted you, knowing just by the look on your face that they had messed up... and you weren’t one to let things like that slide.

“Y/n-” Bucky began.

With a straight face you turned your head to the side, unable to look at him, instead turning your attention to the Dora Milaje as they entered the apartment.

“Even if he is a means to your end... time’s up.” Ayo spoke in Xhosa before switching to English. “Release him to us now.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you remained steadfast, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

“Hi. John Walker.” The new Cap attempted to introduce himself. “Captain America.”

Although you were enraged beyond compare upon finding out that the government had chosen a new man to take your brother’s place, you almost wanted to laugh at how poorly he was handling the situation.

When neither of the two women in front of him said anything, he continued.

“Well , uh.” John said. “Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

God, he was handling this poorly, wasn’t he? You would find it funny if he wasn’t so incredibly ignorant.

“Hey, John, take it easy.” Sam said looking between you and the two other women in the room. “You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.” John insisted.

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.”

Rather than standing to the side and allowing the group of skilled warriors to take what- or rather who- they wanted and leave, Walker couldn’t help but instigate.

As soon as his hand landed on Ayo’s shoulder, you knew he would regret that decision.

Immediately the two women began fighting- one taking on John Walker and the other Lemar. You had known the women long enough to know that they could handle the situation themselves without breaking a sweat. Still standing in the doorway, you crossed your arms watching as one began choking Lemar with her spear, the other sticking her spear into Steve’s... John’s shield.

Quickly glancing over to the other men, you caught Bucky and Sam staring at you on the sidelines, whispering to one another. As soon as you caught their line of vision you glanced away, focusing once again on the fight taking place in front of you.

Right as Ayo held her spear above John, fear written all over his face, Bucky stepped in, pulling Ayo back. Recalling why you were there in the first place, you immediately uncrossed your arms, striding over to the other side of the room, able to feel the rage flowing through your veins.

Pulling your spear from the wall, you marched up to your husband pulling him away from Ayo.

“Y/n,” He eased. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Oh you want to talk about it?” You asked, shoving him backwards with the spear. “That’s funny, Buck.”

Dodging your blows, not wanting to fight you, Bucky continued backing up and reaching for the spear to keep the metal from meeting his skin.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” He exclaimed.

Pushing harder with the spear, you grunted, kicking him to subsequently shove him back against the counter.

You asked yourself if he really thought saying ‘sorry’ would work. You knew your husband wasn't dumb enough to believe that there would be no consequences for breaking Helmut Zemo out of prison- a man who not only caused the split of the Avengers, but also killed the king of Wakanda- a place full of people who had shown you and your husband nothing but kindness. They had given Bucky a new chance at life and had given you the opportunity to train among the most expert fighters you had ever met- the Dora Milaje. They had given both of you more than you could have asked for when your life went sideways eighty years ago. So when you had received the call that Bucky had broken Zemo out of prison you could barely believe it.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Buck!” You shouted.

Knocking him back one last time, you recalled what they had taught you back in Wakanda when Bucky had first received his new arm- a trick you had hoped never to have to use, but as you stood there fighting your husband, anger fueling you in a way you had felt only a few times before, you didn’t see another way.

Moving your hand in the exact pattern you had learned years ago along where his shoulder met his chest, you listened as the the metal clicked and watched as his vibranium arm fell to the ground beside him, Bucky looking up at you with his eyes wide.

You had to shove back the part of you that felt your heart break in your chest watching the look of betrayal in his eyes. Recalling why the two of you were in this position in the first place, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat.

“You are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Barnes.”

Holding the spear straight beside you, you turned your attention to Ayo who opened the doors to the bathroom, only to find Zemo missing. Instructing the other warrior to drop Cap’s shield, the two women left, leaving you behind with the four remaining men in the room.

Shoving past your husband, you dropped your spear onto the ground, making your way over to Sam and smacked him across the back of his head.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “What was that for? Don’t get me involved in your little lovers’ quarrel.”

“Lovers’ quarrel?” You asked him, laughing. “I’ve been Mrs. Barnes for eighty-two years, Sam. I’ve put up with a lot of shit, but don’t act like you two didn’t just break a criminal out of prison. A criminal who- need I remind you- tried to brainwash Bucky and killed King T’Chaka.”

“Don’t look at me.” Sam said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That was all Bucky.”

Immediately your eyes snapped back to your husband who was standing across the room, attaching his vibranium arm to his shoulder once again.

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

Before any of the rest of you could say anything, the voice from the other side of the room caught your attention. Following the voice you saw John Walker huddled against the table, his friend reaching his hand out to him.

“They weren’t even super soldiers.” He mumbled, staring off into the distance.

Despite the fact that you still didn’t approve of the ‘new’ Captain America, you felt your heart tug in your chest as you watched the man break down over to the side. You felt sorry for him. You knew better than any other living person the weight the shield and legacy carried being both the adopted sister of Steve himself and the wife of his best friend.

Although you were pained watching a new man undermine your brother’s legacy, you couldn’t help but pity him.

Making your way over to John you reached out your hand to him. Looking up you could finally see the recognition in his eyes, realizing who you were. Immediately he took your hand, pulling himself to his feet.

“You’re-” He started.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Walker.” You said, before making your way over to the couch. “No one wins a fight against the Dora Milaje. I got my ass handed to me every day that I trained with them.”

Despite the fact that you were telling the truth- you lost to each one every time you fought- you enjoyed every second of it. It was a relief.

After discovering that your husband, Bucky, was still alive after decades apart, you couldn’t stand to let him out of your sight again. When Steve had brought Bucky to Wakanda with the hope of clearing his brain of the programming he had endured under Hydra, you followed him there. Despite the fact that your husband was in your arms once again, you couldn’t help the thoughts that took over your mind every day- everything that you all had lost, the memories of what you had endured and the worry that Bucky would never be the same again.

The pain of being knocked around by a member of the Dora Milaje’s spear was almost therapeutic.

Rather than replying, Lemar pat his friend on the back, nodding to the rest of you within the room before guiding his shaken friend out the door of the apartment.

“You’re being too friendly with him, Y/n.” Bucky said.

Snapping your head to the side you glared at your husband.

“What are you? Jealous?” You asked.

Rather than answer you, Bucky crossed his arms.

“I just think you’re being a little too nice to the guy that’s ruining Steve’s name-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you pushed yourself off of the couch, striding over to your husband, shoving your finger into his chest.

“Don’t tell me how to feel, James.” You told him seriously. “He was my brother. I wouldn’t have chosen that guy to take on Steve’s name either, but don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who fucked up and lied about going on this mission with Sam. Do you know what it felt like to get a call from Ayo to find out that you not only lied to me, but you betrayed the people who have been nothing but kind to us?”

Staring at you, he could tell how not only angry you were, but also distraught. The both of you had gone through hell and back and Bucky was thankful every day that even after all these years he was able- by some miracle- to still find you eighty years after the two of you had supposedly died. He had suffered through so much and done so many things he could barely look at himself in the mirror for, but at the end of the day you continued to not only be there for him, but to love him anyway.

A part of him felt awful for not telling you- he hated lying to you and you had every right to know- but after your brother had left the two of yours’ lives, he didn’t want to put any further strain on you than you had already endured.

He knew once he freed Zemo that you would find out, but as you stood in front of him he almost wish he hadn’t so you wouldn't be feeling this type of way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Bucky said. “I didn't... after everything with Steve I didn’t want to get you involved. You deserved a break, doll.”

Relaxing your shoulders, you sighed, resting your hand on his bicep.

“And what about you, Buck?” You asked. “Don’t you deserve a break?”

“That’s different, Y/n.” He said. “I need this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. You had been there while his guilt kept him up at night, waking him up after only a few hours of what you could barely call rest. You knew that his past had been eating away at him, especially since Steve left, and that doing something wholly good might bring him some semblance of peace.

“I know.” You said, meeting his eyes. “So I’m going to help you. We’re in this together, Buck, okay?”

Despite the fact that he wanted to keep you as far away from danger as he could- something he could never manage considering you had been fighting alongside the Avengers since before he had even gained his memory back- he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Alright.” He agreed.

Gently squeezing his arm you gave him a soft smile.

“Glad to see you guys are good.” Sam quipped. “Incase you forgot Zemo’s now on the loose and the back of my head stings like hell.”

Smiling and turning to, Sam, you playfully swat his arm.

“Please.” You laughed. “Big, strong guy like you? You barely felt that.”

“Listen I’m not a super soldier like you two.” He said, pointing between you and Bucky. “Remind me not to mess with your kids some day. Last thing I need is getting knocked out by some kid with two super soldiers for parents.”

“We should go find Zemo.” Bucky said clearing his throat, changing the subject.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “He couldn’t have gotten too far. Let’s go.”

Not one to argue, Sam threw his hands up in the air, leading the way out of the door of Zemo’s apartment. As your foot was about to cross the door, however, you felt Bucky’s hand wrap around your arm, pulling you to the side.

“So do I still have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Bucky asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, patting the side of his cheek before laughing. “You’re not getting out of this one that at easily.”

Watching from his spot on the steps as you picked up the pace to catch up with Sam, he crossed his arms smiling to himself. Steve was right when he said that he was going to be okay... as long as he was with you, how couldn’t he be?

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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I’m Not Half as Bad as You’ve Been Told

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Synopsis: Loki is arrested by the TVA for what he did to you

This can be read on it’s own or as a spin off of in case you don’t live forever

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Loki woke up in the Gobi Dessert in Mongolia after being ejected from the sky. The last thing he remembered was taking the tesseract after getting caught by the Avengers in New York. When he opened his eyes, he was met with four armed guards with their weapons pointed at them.

“Hunter B-15 with the Time Variance Authority here. Appears to be a standard sequence violation.” Hunter B-15 read off a small monitor. “Oh and look at that, you’re one of the TVA’s most wanted.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked as he got off the ground.

“Hands up.” Hunter B-15 raised her weapon. “You’re coming with us.”

Before Loki could protest, he was knocked out and had a collar placed around his neck. He was brought to the TVA headquarters and handed off to Agent Mobius after being screened.

“Loki Laufeyson. I’m agent Mobius.” Mobius introduced himself as Loki tugged at his collar. “I hear the Time Keepers find you guilty of tampering with the sacred timeline.”

“The what?” Loki huffed.

“The sacred timeline. Looks like you stole the tesseract and committed crimes against the midgardian Y/n L/n.” The Mobius read off Loki’s file.

“Y/n?” Loki stumbled back at the unexpected mention of your name. “This is about her?”

“That’s part of your charges, yes. You’ll be given more details at your trial. But I’d ike to have a talk with you first. Come this way.” Mobius nodded towards the side and lead Loki to a room with a projector on a long conference table.

“What does this have to do with Y/n? Where is she? Is she all right?” Loki asked as he took a seat behind the projector. He had worried about you since the day you left him, even after you told him you never wanted to see him again.

“She’s fine.” Mobius assured him. “Even after you got a hold of her.”

“Is she here?” Loki hoped. “Could I see her?”

“No.” Mobius answered, making Loki’s face crumple. “She’s on Earth. You know, her home.”

“I know Midgard is her home.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “I also know how much she hated it there. But this all happened ages ago. Why am I being arrested for it now?”

“Well when you took the tesseract from its set path, the TVA was alerted and noticed that this wasn’t your first offense of tampering with the sacred time line. They saw that Y/n L/n never made it back to earth in 2019 after going to Asgard to retrieve the Aether. It went undetected at the time since the Aether made it back to earth like it was supposed to. She was supposed to go back as well, but she never made it. You were the one that kept her there.”

“How is that a crime?” Loki asked. “She wanted to stay with me. She was happy! She was happy on Asgard.”

“Was she?” Mobius raised his eyebrows and turned on the screen. “Because I think she was taken from her family, friends and home. Maybe I’m mistaken, though. Let’s take a look.”

Mobius pressed a button on a remote, and a projection appeared in front of them. Mobius began to fast forward through the foundational moments in Loki’s life until he got to what he was looking for. Loki watched in shock as an image of you, Thor, and Rocket creeping around a pillar in his home appeared on the screen. He wanted to shut his eyes and look away, but it had been so long since he’d seen you. He didn’t have the strength to look away from you now.

“I’m sure you remember why she was there.” Mobius said as he watched the scene unfold. “All she wanted was the infinity stone. She was trying to save the world. She missed her boyfriend and wanted to undo all the damage that Thanos had done. You couldn’t let her do that, could you?”

“The stone still made it back to earth.” Loki protested. “She said herself that she wasn’t an important part of the plan. And her “boyfriend” was nothing but dust particles. She-“

“Shh.” Mobius waved his hand. “The shows about to begin.”

Loki painfully returned his attention to the screen right as your first introduction played out. It was your job to distract Loki while Thor and Rocket collected the Aether.

Asgard 2013

“Who goes there?” Loki cringed at the sound of his own voice. He watched Rocket and Thor hide behind a pillar while you went out into the open. You walked into a room and found Loki lying on a couch, tossing something in the air and catching it. Loki sat up when he saw you, immediately on high alert.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “How did you get in here?”

“I’m so sorry, but my friends and I are here for the festival and I just had to sneak away to find you.” You gushed, trying to it best to look innocent. Loki took long strides towards you as he took in your appearance, highly skeptical of your story.

“My brother isn’t here.” Loki informed you, his voice thick with annoyance. “So you should best be on your way.”

“I’m not here for your brother.” You said coyly. You held his gaze as you signaled for Thor and Rocket to move to the next room.

“You’re here for me?” He cleared his throat to mask the disbelief in his voice. You nodded sweetly as Thor and Rocket snuck past you.

“Of course. My friends are obsessed with your brother, but I’ve always loved you. Won’t you show me a magic trick?” You batted your eyes flirtatiously, making a slight smirk appear on Loki’s face. Meanwhile, the present day Loki was watching the interaction with a pained expression. He remembered how it felt that first time you said you loved him. That was all he needed to hear before falling in love with you just the same.

“A magic trick?” The Loki on screen asked, mischief swirling behind his eyes.

“Well you are the God of Mischief, aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side and looked at him through your eyelashes. A full, open mouthed smirk dressed his face now. His hand went to yours and it held it up, keeping your wrist tightly between his fingers. Loki brushed the fingers on his other hand over your palm and a diamond appeared. You looked at the beautiful diamond, weightless in your hand, and let out an unexpected gasp.

“Oh, Loki. That’s amazing.” You gave him an over dramatic sigh, but he completely fell for it. “But I don’t care much for diamonds. I haven’t any use for them.”

Loki felt a twinge of competition brewing in his chest, like he had to win your approval. You faked a yawn and his eyes gleamed with determination.

“You don’t like that? Well how about this?” Loki challenged and waved his fingers over your palm again. This time, a flower appeared. It didn’t look like any earthly flower. It was ten times more beautiful and smelled better than anything you had ever smelled before. The flowers colors were green and black with accents of gold, just like Loki’s outfit. You stared at the flower in amazement before looking up shyly at him. If you weren’t mistaken, the God of Mischief had a blush on his cheeks as he watched your face carefully for approval. Loki then picked up the flower and tucked it behind your ear. He began to lean in slightly, but you were interrupted by Thor and Rocket knocking over a vase. You noticed they had the stone and were ready to go. Luckily, you saw them before Loki did.

“What was-“ Loki began to turn his head towards the sound but you quickly put a hand behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. You felt his eyes flutter shut as you opened yours, catching sight of Rocket and Thor pretending to gag out of the corner of your eye. With one hand, you motioned for them to move. They quickly scattered and you pulled away from the kiss. Loki was fully blushing now but doing his best to conceal it, though his best wasn’t good enough. He seemed completely bewildered, making you wonder if he’d ever kissed anyone before. You touched your fingertips to your lips and felt a pang of guilt. This was your first time kissing someone other than Peter Parker in 5 years, and it made you feel guilty with how much you enjoyed it. Loki appeared to be just as lost in his thoughts as you were as he struggled to catch his breath. He ran a hand over the long black hair that you had slightly messed up in the back.

“Thanks for the flower. And for everything else. Bye!” You tried to make a quick escape, but Loki caught your arm.

“Wait!” He pulled you back towards him and looked at you with wide eyes. “Will I see you again?”

“No.” You smiled sadly. “I don’t think you will.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” He asked. “I know a Midgardian when I see one.”

“Good catch.” You let out a short laugh. “No, I’m not from here. I’m not even from this reality. I just needed to borrow something from your present. I’m from Earth, and I really have to get back.”

You tried to leave again, but Loki followed after to you and caught you by the waist. You stumbled back into his arms and blinked in surprise.

“Won’t you stay?” He asked hopefully. “We only just met. Do you have to leave so soon?”

“I do.” You frowned. “I’m sorry. I really need to go home.”

“All right.” Loki reluctantly let go of you. “If you must.”

You looked at him for a moment and chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating what to do. You looked behind you and saw Thor and Rocket preparing to leave. You motioned for them to leave without you before looking back at Loki.

“Do you have a pen?” You asked him.

“A what?”

“To write with.” You chuckled and motioned as of you were writing something down. Loki waved his hand and made a quill appear out of thin air, along with a piece of paper.

“That’ll work.” You shrugged and took the quill. You wrote your name and address down on the paper and handed it to him.

“If you’re ever on earth.” You smiled shyly. “Come find me.”

“I will.” He nodded eagerly.

“I really have to go now.” You said as you looked over your shoulder to where Thor was hiding. You turned back to Loki and gave him one last kiss, surprising the both of you.

“You’ll see me again.” You said softly. “Maybe not in this timeline, but the next.”

“That’s enough.” Loki interrupted, making the screen pause. “I know what happens. And since you’ve been studying me all my life as you claim, so do you. We don’t need to watch anymore.”

“I get it, you’re impatient.” Mobius held up his hands. “We can fast forward. How about we go to the part where you used magic to break her suit? Your brother was able to get back to Earth just fine, but she was stuck on Asgard. All because of you.”

Mobius pointed a remote at the screen and fast forwarding through Loki sneaking you to his bed chambers. He stopped when he got to you and Loki sitting on his silk sheeted bed.

“I don’t know why it won’t work.” You sighed as you touched all the buttons on your suit. “I must’ve run out of Pym Particles or something. I need to fix it so I can get back to Earth.”

“Right, right. Earth.” Loki said with disinterest. “What did you need to borrow anyway?”

“The aether.” You told him as the decor in his room caught your attention. You began to look at all his golden trinkets and stolen objects with awe.

“An infinity stone?” He was taken aback. “But why?”

“In the future, Thanos wipes out half the universe.” You began. “I’m on a recovery mission with the rest of the Avengers to collect the Infinity Stones to undo what he did. We’re trying to bring all the people back.”

“Half the people in the universe gone?” He gasped. “That sounds awful.”

“It is.” You stilled for a moment. “Honestly, I’m miserable. Absolutely miserable. All my family vanished. My boyfriend is gone. Half the Avengers are gone. The sky isn’t even blue anymore. It’s horrible.”

“So you aren’t happy there?” Loki asked as he walked over to you, a little jealousy bubbling when you mentioned a boyfriend.

“I hate it.” You admitted. “Everywhere I turn, I’m reminded of what I lost. That’s why it’s so important that we bring everyone back.”

“But what if your plan fails?” Loki wondered. “What if you don’t bring back all the stones? Or what if you do, but it doesn’t bring anyway back?”

“Then I don’t know what I’d do.” You shrugged sadly. “This plan is all I have. If it fails…”

“You don’t even want to think about that, do you?” He finished your sentence when you trailed off. You looked at him and nodded softly, grateful that he understood.

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “It’s too hard to imagine.”

“See?” Loki interrupted again. “She was miserable on Earth. She said it herself. I was trying to save her from a lifetime of misery.”

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Mobius reminded him.

“Forgetting what?” Loki scoffed.

“The plan worked.” Mobius said. “Thor brought the Aether back to her original timeline, and the Avengers were able to bring everyone back. She was supposed to go too, but she was left on Asgard. That was your first offense with the TVA.”

“Oh, screw the TVA.” Loki slammed his hand on the table. “She didn’t want to go back to Earth. She was unhappy there.”

“Is that why you told her Earth was destroyed?” Mobius asked. Loki stilled and sank in his seat as he was reminded of his lies. Mobius fast forwarded again, but didn’t play another scene. Instead, he paused on a clip of you looked utterly devestated. Loki had to look away, not wanting to see you in that much pain.

“Now, I’m not gonna play this part.” Mobius shook his head. “Because even I find it hard to watch. But you need to know what you did, so I’ll remind you.”

“You don’t need to do this.” Loki seethed. “I know what I did. I know what I told her.”

“Fine, then.” Mobius shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Loki sucked in a sharp breath before looking back at the screen. The image of your desolate expression had never left his memory, so he really didn’t need to see it again to be reminded of what he had done.

“She tried to leave again.” Loki began as he stared at the screen. “I knocked her out with my magic. When she woke up, I told her Thanos had destroyed Earth and everyone on it. I said there was nothing left for her to return to.”

“She was devestated.” Mobius said quietly.

“I know she was.” Loki snapped. “She cried for a month straight.”

“So why’d you do it?” Mobius put his hands on his hips. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I didn’t want her to go.” Loki admitted, growing disgusted with himself. “I wanted her to stay with me on Asgard. She wouldn’t want to go back to Earth if she thought there was no Earth to go back to.”

“Why keep her?” Mobius wondered. “You barely knew her. Why hold her hostage like that?”

“She wasn’t held hostage.” Loki growled. “She was safe and loved and happy. No one on Asgard was taken better care of than she was. And I may not have known here when she first arrived, but we became inseparable after a while. We were almost married, for Odin’s sake. I’ll show you.”

Loki grabbed the remote from Mobius and pressed a button, fast forwarding until he found what he was looking for.

“Look.” Loki proudly pointed to the screen. “Watch this.”

He pressed play and watched as a memory of you and him played out on the screen.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Loki lead you somewhere with his hands over your eyes.

“Almost there. So impatient.” He clicked his tongue.

“You’ve taken me around the whole palace.” You chuckled. “I have a right to be impatient.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Loki stopped walking but didn’t remove his hands. “All right. We’re here.”

You pulled his hands off of your face and found yourself in front of two large green doors.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Doors.

“Open the doors.” He rolled his eyes. You gave him a playful look over your shoulder before pushing the doors open.

“Oh my God.” You gasped when the doors opened. The room was decorated from ceiling to floor with all kinds of Asgardian wildlife. I’m the center of the room, your name was spelled out in the flower Loki had presented you with on the day you met. There was a running waterfall that cascading from the ceiling to the ground, leaving a soothing babbling sound throughout the room.

“It’s yours.” Loki said as he watched your reaction. “You mentioned once that you always wanted a garden. Now you do.”

“Oh, Loki.” You turned around and rushed into his arms. He stumbled back in surprise before hugging you back tightly.

“This is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Well, you’ve been so upset lately. I wanted to cheer you up.” He said as he stroked your hair. It had been a month since he lied to you and told you that Earth was destroyed, and you were finally starting to act like yourself again.

“Thank you.” You pulled away to look at him. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“I truly hope you like it, darling.” He said softly as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “It’s all yours.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips. Since your last kiss, Loki had brought you food and kept you company every day. You had a built up a friendship with him since arriving to Asgard, but now you felt differently. There was a connection from the very first day, but it had gotten lost in your lament over your planets alleged destruction. Now, there was nothing stopping you from feeling that connection again. You hesitated before leaning it to kiss him. Just like last time, you felt his eyes flutter shut before he kissed you back. His hands cupped your face as you reached your arms around his neck. Loki watched your first kiss on the screen with a proud but mournful smile.

“Isn’t that something?” Mobius said as he paused the screen. Loki blinked back to reality and wiped his face, not realizing until that moment he had been crying.

“That scene speaks for itself.” Loki cleared his throat and tried to act like he hadn’t been crying. “You can see how happy she was. She loved that garden. And she loved me.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mobius nodded. “But it’s hard to see past the fact that your entire relationship was built on a lie. She was only with you because she thought her home was destroyed.”

“She was with me for three years.” Loki said sharply. “The lie may have kept her there in the beginning, but she stayed willingly after that. She wanted to be on Asgard. She wanted to be with me.”

“Maybe. But she wasn’t supposed to be.” Mobius reminded him. “That wasn’t her timeline. She was supposed to be on Earth. She was supposed to be with Peter.”

“Peter?” Loki sputtered in disdain. “Peter Parker? Her little boyfriend from when she was a teenager?”

“In most time lines, they end up together.” Mobius said, knocking the wind out of Loki’s chest. “She went on that mission because she wanted to bring him back. Do you think she would have stayed, even for a second, if she knew her boyfriend Peter was alive back on Earth?”

“She told me they were 17 when the Thanos wiped out half the universe. That means Peter would’ve been 17 when he returned. She was 22 when she came to Asgard. She hadn’t been his girlfriend for 5 years. She had grown up. Her life went on. They would’ve had nothing in common anymore.”

“But she was supposed-“

“Who cares what she was supposed to do?” Loki snapped. “Why does the TVA get to decided what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to be?”

“They’re the Time Keepers. They make the rules. And the rules say you can’t take someone from a different timeline and marry them. Oh, that reminds me.”

“Reminds you of what?”

“Your punishment. Mobius pressed a different button and a cloudy box appeared. “Go in there while I get the rest of your files.”

“What? I’m not going in there.” Loki scoffed.

“Don’t make me get the guards.” Mobius sighed. Loki clenched his jaw and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to be overpowered by the guards again. He reluctantly stood up, gave Mobius a sarcastic smile, and went through the cloudy portal.

As soon as Loki stepped through the portal, he stepped into his bedroom back on Asgard. He took another step forward, just as something stirred in his sheets. You sat up all the sudden, hair messy and wearing Loki’s horned crown. It was too big for your head and hung in your eyes, but the sight still took Loki’s breath away.

“Y/n?” Loki gasped and stepped forward.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.” Loki nodded eagerly. He failed to see how this was a punishment. It had been so long since he last saw you that this felt more like a reward.

“I want our wedding to be earth themed.” You told him as you took his hands in yours.

“Our…our wedding?” Loki asked. He looked around the room and realized that he was not actually with you, but reliving a memory from years ago.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I just miss it so much. I want it to be a part of our special day.”

Loki found himself at a loss for words. He knew that when this memory originally happened, he had continued to lie to you and lead you to believe Earth had been destroyed. This time, he knew better and kept his mouth shut.

“We could have sunflowers.” You continued. “That was my favorite flower back on earth. And we could serve earth food and play earth music and-“

“Of course darling.” He cut you off and squeezed your hand. “Whatever you want. We will have it all.”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too much to ask, I want a minute of silence where everyone lights a candle.” You said quietly. “For Peter.”

Loki gulped and forced a smile, that line causing him just as much pain now as it did then.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” You stood up from the bed and hugged him tightly. Loki hugged you back with a troubling frown on his face. He had forgotten how guilty he felt every time he had to lie to you. He pulled away and brought you into a long kiss, wordlessly trying to convey that he loved you and was sorry.

“I can’t wait. I can’t tell you how much I miss earth.” You sighed against his lips.

“Mm hm.” He gulped.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t go.” Loki said weakly, knowing Thor was very much alive in your timeline back on Earth.

“I know.” You sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake the survivors guilt. It makes me sick sometimes.”

Loki stayed silent as he fingers drummed against your waist. Before he could respond, his body jerked back and he suddenly reentered the room.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Loki looked behind him before looking back at you. The memory played all over again, forcing him to lie to you once again. When you told him how guilty you felt, he was sent back and had to relive the moment over again. Each time he had to lie to you, he felt more disgusted with himself. After the thirteenth time, he had enough.

“I lied to you.” He admitted. “Earth was never destroyed. Thor and all the Avengers and your family, they’re all fine.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not your savior. I didn’t save you from anything. I stole you from your time line because I fell in love with you the moment we met. You were the first person to show a a genuine interest in me, and I took advantage of that. And for that, I am deeply, deeply sorry.”

“Oh, Loki.” You sighed and stroked his face. “It’s too late for that.”

“What?” He frowned as he wrapped his hand around your wrist to keep your palm against his face.

“I’m not even here.” You whispered.

“All right Loki.” Mobius walked through the portal before Loki could answer you. “I got the rest of your files. Let’s go.”

“But…I can’t just leave her.” Loki held on to you tightly.

“She’s not even real.” Mobius shrugged as he held up his remote. It pulled Loki back through the portal and he stumbled back into his seat.

“Here’s the last one.” Mobius said, but Loki wasn’t listening. He was still thinking about how it felt to touch you one last time. He blinked back a tear before looking up at the screen. You were there once again, talking to one of the new maids.

“Oh, I wasn’t born here.” He heard you telling the maid. “I’m from Earth.”

“A midgardian?” The maid smiled. “Wow. You’re quite far from home.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “I miss it every day. But I’m happy here. I’m really happy with Loki.”

“If you miss it, why don’t you go back?” The maid asked, making Loki suck in a breath. He knew exactly what was coming.

“Go back?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Earth was destroyed three years ago.”

“No it wasn’t.” The nurse laughed. “Earth is fine.”

The audio faded out as you turned to look at Loki. He felt like you were looking right through him, down to his rotten soul. Your face was frozen in horror and betrayal as you finally learned the truth. Three years after arriving on Asgard, you found out your home hadn’t been destroyed after all. It was all a lie. A lie told to you by the man you thought you loved.

“Stop.” Loki choked out. “Stop it. Turn it off.”

Mobius paused the screen and looked at Loki in silence. To his surprise, Loki was wiping his tears off on the sleeves of his jumpsuit. His eyes were red and full of remorse as he looked up at the screen.

“I don’t need it see it again.” He whispered. “I know she trusted me. I know I betrayed her. I did that.”

“So you understand why the TVA is arresting you?” Mobius asked softly. “You didn’t just steal the tesseract. You stole that girl from her reality. Even if she loved you, she was never supposed to be with you.”

Loki nodded before hanging his head in shame. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew it the entire time he was doing it. Even though he betrayed you out of his love for you, he still betrayed you.

“You’re right.” Loki said sincerely. “She was never mine to keep. Never mine to lose either.”

“No, she wasn’t.” Mobius agreed as he watched Loki curiously. The look of utter remorse on Loki’s face was out of character after everything Mobius had studied about him.

“Could you just tell me if she’s all right?” Loki sniffled. “That’s all I ask. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Mobius answered. “She’s fighting for the Avengers again and reunited with her family.”

“Is she still miserable?”

“No.” Mobius smiled a little. “Not anymore.”

“And…and Peter?” His voice was barely audible now.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mobius told him. “It won’t do you any good. And for what it’s worth, there are timelines that exists where she stays. There’s even a timeline where you two are alligators and rule a kingdom in a lake.”

Loki smiled too, grateful that you were able to move on after his betrayal. Mobius furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Loki genuinely caring about another human being, something he was not used to seeing.

“I could show you one more thing.” Mobius offered sympathetically. Loki reluctantly looked back at the screen as the man his play. To his surprise, all the good moments of his relationship with you flashed before him. All the kisses and laughter, fond smiles and endearing moments played on the screen, bringing tears to his eyes. He leaned toward on the table to get as close to you as possible, reaching out towards you with his shackled hands. The screen went blank suddenly, and his smile fell.

“They’re ready for you.” Mobius said as he checked his phone. “I can take you to the court now.”

Loki stayed silent as he was lead to the courtroom and sat in front of the judge. All he could think about was the moments of happiness he had been able to relive.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The judge brought his attention back. “How do you plead?

Loki blinked a few times, your smile flashing before him each time he closed his eyes. He thought about he had caused that smile to fade with every lie he told, and that’s when he knew he had his answer. He looked the judge right in the eye and entered his plea.

“Guilty.”

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been your neighbor for a few months now, so he likes to think you two are friends. Which is why he thinks you're the best person to go to to help him get back into the dating scene.

AN: inspired by one line of dialogue from the first ep of Falcon and the Winter Soldier. lol also, FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 1 SPOILERS!

Bucky felt lost. Well, he's always felt lost ever since he suddenly came back along with have of the world's population. He was pardoned by the government and now a civilian. He was going through therapy to deal with his 70+ years worth of trauma and trying to navigate his way through the modern world. Everything was new and exciting but also overwhelming and exhausting.

His therapist encouraged him to date and make friends. So that's what he did, or at least, tried to do.

He considers you a friend. You live in the apartment right beside him, gave him a friendly smile and helping hand when he first moved in. You two chatted when you'd run into each other in the hall or in the laundry room. You were nice, attractive, funny. He honestly thought about asking you out a few times, but you were his friend, his only friend it seems. So he couldn't ruin that. Therefore, he resorted to online dating.

He signed up to a bunch of dating websites and apps: eharmony, match.com, plentyoffish, tinder-SO MANY. Why are there so many dating apps?!

He's scrolling through his phone, so overwhelmed by the different pictures and information. What does DTF mean???

He scowls, tossing his phone onto a pile of dry laundry he should be folding. You enter the laundry room with a chuckle, "Everything alright?"

He glances over his shoulder and sees you. He immediately smiles and faces you, "Hey, um, yeah," he gestures to his phone, "Just, um..." he lets out a sigh and asks, "Do you know anything about dating?"

You look at him curiously and reply, "A little. Why? What's up?"

"I'm just," he nervously scratches his head and places his hands on his hips, "I'm trying this online dating thing and it's...a lot."

You can't help but snort, "I feel ya," you give him a reassuring smile despite your heart dropping to your stomach, "So, uh, what sites or apps are you on?"

"Um...all of them?"

You snort again, "No way. Let me see your phone." you hold out your open palm to him and he places his phone into your hands after unlocking it. You swipe through his apps and your brows shoot up to your hairline, "Well it's not all of them , but it's definitely a lot." you look up from the phone to Bucky, "Can I give some advice?"

"Please, I'll take anything you can give me," he replies desperately.

You hop onto the washing machine and hold up his phone, "Okay. These apps are usually for the older crowd. Like thirty five and up, so if you're not picky about age, feel free to keep these. Now, these apps are what the younger generations use. Tinder is usually for hook ups, one night stands and all that. Not many people take Tinder seriously. Bumble, is a level up from Tinder. You'll find people who are more serious about finding a relationship with also a mix of people looking for something casual. Hinge, I think, is a level up from Bumble. You don't see people's typical lame ass bios, but their answers to some fun questions, what kind of relationship they're looking for, if they smoke or do drugs, etc. Also, I'm not sure if you know this, but you can change the age range on all of these apps. So instead of having it from 18 to 50, you can narrow it so 25 to 35 or however you want."

You look at Bucky and see his brows are furrowed in...concentration? Confusion?

"Was that too much? Do I need to slow down?"

He shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. Um, thanks, Y/N," he shoots you a grateful grin and you smile back, "No problem, Bucky." You see the gears turning in his head and you ask a question, he might be scared to ask you, "Do you want me to help you find some potential dates?"

"Will you?" he asks in that same desperate tone from earlier.

Again, you put on a smile, despite your breaking heart, "Sure!"

You tap on Hinge, double checking on his preferences, and then going to the main page.

"Oh! Look here. She's a single mom, but she's also a nurse. On the weekends, you're most likely going to find her wine drunk and watching movies with her kids. She has pets. She'd like to have more kids some day. She sounds nice. How 'bout it, Bucky?"

"Sure. She-She sounds good."

"Cool! So you tap on the heart on whatever thing on her page. So let's like her....answer here. If you want, you can comment something, but if not, you just forward it and hope to see that she'll like you back and you can start messaging her! Also, it looks like some people already like you! So you just tap on this icon here and you can scroll through the different people who've liked something on your page and it's up to you if you want to make contact or not."

Bucky hums and plucks his phone from your hands, "Wow. This-Thanks Y/N. This really helped."

"No problem, Buck! If you ever need more help, just let me know!" you hop off the washer and proceed to start up a load of laundry. You mind running back and forth about how you should shoot your shot, but you were too afraid of ruining the friendship you and Bucky have.

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Bucky: Hey

You: What's up?

Bucky: can you come over? I need more help with this online dating situation.

You: sure!

You let your phone fall to your side with a sigh, Bucky has been asking for your help with his online dating for two weeks now and while you're always happy to help him, it just sucks seeing someone get his attention that you wish you had.

You roll out of bed, not caring about how you looked and exit your apartment, knocking on Bucky's door.

He swings open to reveal him in a tight blue henley and some black jeans, "Hey!" he shoots you a grin and moves aside to let you in, "So, um, this girl, Janine. We've been messaging for a few days now and she wants to meet up. Is that too soon? And where should I take her? I've," he pauses to chuckle to himself, "I haven't dated since the forties so..."

Despite your feelings for him, you knew Bucky deserved to be happy, especially after all the shit he's gone through.

"Hm, well, what kind of vibes are you getting from her?"

"Vibes?"

"Yeah, um, what feelings do you get when you talk to her? Do you feel happy? Do you want to get to know her more?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose so. I think it'd be nice to meet her in person and get to know her more face to face."

"Then yeah, take her out. But since it's your first time meeting her in person, it should be something casual. Low key, no pressure. A decent restaurant or a bar is probably best."

Bucky nods, "Yeah. Okay. Um, do you think you could help me pick something out?"

You can't help but laugh, "Bucky, I'm sure whatever you choose to wear, you'll be fine."

"Okay. Thanks, Y/N," he slowly wraps his arms around you for a hug, but not too tight in case you're uncomfortable. You surprise him by hugging him back, giving him a little squeeze, "You're welcome, Bucky."

It was Saturday and you didn't have work. You friends asked you to hangout with them, but you didn't want to. You wanted to stay holed up in your apartment, wallowing because Bucky would be going on his date with Janine tonight.

You're mindlessly watching tv , curled up on the couch. You turn your face into the pillow and scream in frustration. You should've just asked him out when you had the chance, but now that chance is gone.

You groan as you roll off the couch and head to your balcony. You just need some fresh air. You push up your window and climb onto the metal balcony. You sit on the outdoor chair you have there and stare up into the night sky. The stars are twinkling, the moon is shining. It looks like a perfect night for a date and here you are, alone.

"Hey-"

"AAAHHH!" you scream by the sudden appearance of Bucky on his own balcony. You're staring at him wide eyed, hand on your chest.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Sorry."

You shake your head and stand to meet him, "It's fine. What're you doing here? I thought you were on your date."

"Yeah, uh, turns out Janine didn't, what phrase did you use once, pass the vibe check?"

You snort, covering your mouth as you giggled. Bucky's smile grows at the sound and you pull yourself together, "Um, yeah that's it. But I'm sorry."

He shrugs, leaning against the railing, "Honestly, it's okay. I don't think the online dating thing is really for me. I think I'll probably stick to the old fashion way: meeting in person and asking them out on a date."

"That's understandable," you say with a nod.

"So how 'bout it?"

You look at him confused, "How 'bout what?"

"Do you wanna go on a date sometime?" you give a look of surprise and Bucky immediately adds, "But I totally understand if you don't want to. I just-you're nice, and beautiful, and funny I thought maybe-but we're friends so I totally understand if you don't-"

"No, no. Bucky, I just-I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Yeah?" You nod and he holds out his hand, "Come on then."

You give a nervous chuckle, "What?"

"I picked up a pizza after that disastrous date. We can eat and watch a movie. Casual and no pressure, right?"

You look from his striking blue eyes to his outstretched glove hand. You reach out to place your hand in his but then pull back, "Wait. I should probably change."

You step back to head back into your apartment, but Bucky grabs your hand, "You don't have to. You look great."

You chuckle and begin to climb from your railing to Bucky's, with his help, "Alright, Prince Charming. I expect to be wooed tonight."

"Of course you do, which is why I ordered pizza from your favorite place and I'm letting you pick the movie we watch."

"Bucky Barnes, I could kiss you!" you exclaim thoughtlessly but then you realized what you just said. You shook your head and began to ramble off excuses, "No no! I mean not now! Now that I don't want to kiss you. You're very kissable. Not that I imagine kissing you or anything it's just-"

Bucky leans in and gives you a little peck on the cheek, "I don't kiss until after the date's over, doll. So will that suffice for now?"

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you nodded and squeaked out, "Yup!"

He chuckled, taking your hand in his again and leading you to the couch where the pizza was waiting for you.

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