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The Recruit - 33. Wanda

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2229

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

33. Wanda

Wanda sat in the back of the jet with the trainees completely on edge. Chaos magic was crackling just under her skin, making her feel like an exposed wire. She had known there was something wrong with Steve since they’d come back from the mission. Everyone did, but his thought patterns had been altered. Almost like there was something in him changing who he was. Everyone was calling it PTSD and said he was working on it, so she just let herself believe that was all it was, because what else could it be?

She felt guilty now because whatever was going on with Steve was much bigger than simply PTSD and she’d allowed people to dismiss her when she’d tried to warn them. Now she was on the way to try to find him with Clint and a bunch of unseasoned rookies and the recruit that had initiated this off-book rescue mission was the one in a relationship with six of her teammates, including Clint.

She felt awkward and antsy and ready to fight.

There was movement at the front of the jet and you stepped out. She could feel the nervousness radiating off you like you were sending sparks out at the group.

All the trainees looked over at you like you had two heads. Wanda supposed that made sense, here you were getting special access to Avengers things. They had to have all kinds of theories as to what was going on.

“What’s going on?” Zuri asked.

You took a seat and let out a breath, looking over at Wanda. All she could think to do was nod, she hoped it was reassuring. This had nothing to do with her, but she wanted to make sure you didn’t feel alone.

“So when we find Steve, things are going to get kind of emotional,” she said. “There’s - things - that people haven’t wanted to become public, and I don’t want you all the be blindsided. I’ve been lying to you.”

“You are a spy!” Qadira yelped.

“No she’s not,” Zuri said. “She’s dating Steve Rogers.”

Wanda had to keep her face set, but she nearly started laughing. Zuri was so close to the real answer, but she’d just missed it.

“It explains so much,” Zuri continued. “Why she couldn’t tell us. Why he lost his shit on the last mission.”

“No way,” Jackie said. “Cap is dating Agent Carter. I’m sure of it.”

You clicked your tongue. “Do you want the actual answers?” you asked.

“Right,” Zuri said. “Continue.”

“Well, you were both right,” you said. “And not quite right. I told you I was seeing a few people. Well, I’ve joined a polycule. That group contains, Steve, Agent Carter, Clint -” you gestured over your shoulder with your thumb - “Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and James Barnes.”

“What. The. Fuck?” Anderson hissed. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I can’t go into any details. I signed an NDA when I first even agreed to this. But I hope you can understand why I was lying to you, and why this has to stay a secret. I hate that it’s a secret. I have wanted to talk to you all about it for a long time. And in case you were wondering, my recruitment and the dating were two separate things. Tony Stark recruited me just the way I said, not knowing that I’d been on a date with Sam Wilson and that the same night Sam had asked if I wanted to join their polycule. The only thing they have in common is that the reason I was out the front of the building to be able to save Tony’s life was that I’d just been upstairs having dinner with Sam as he explained to me his unique relationship.”

“No one thinks you’re here because of nepotism,” Jackie assured you.

“Yeah,” Qadira added. “You’re one of the best of us.”

The smile on your face was a mixture of genuine flattery and relief. Wanda could feel how happy it made you that your friends had your back like this. She was proud of them too. It just went to show how good the recruitment process was. Not only did they have a group of people who were tops in their fields, but they were good people. The perfect people to have on call to help protect the world.

“Thank you,” you said. “Well, I mostly just wanted you to know because, for Clint and me, and any of the others who manage to get to him in time, it’s not about trying to stop Captain America. It’s trying to appeal to a man we love who’s got something really wrong with him. It might get emotional.”

“Don’t worry,” Jordan said. “We’ve got your back. And no one’s gonna spill to the press after all the dust settles.”

You returned to the front of the plane and the other trainees started whispering with each other. It was mostly shocked murmurings. No one was saying anything negative or worrying, so Wanda just let them be. It was big news - she still sometimes talked to the other Avengers about the group.

About forty minutes into the flight Tony and Rhodey caught up to them, and they stayed in formation with the jet. It was a little over an hour when Clint started to bring the jet down closer to ground level. He was skimming the treetops along an old state highway when there was a screeching sound on the left side of the plane and an explosion that rocked the whole cabin.

“What was that?” Wanda yelled.

“He threw his shield at us!” Clint called back. “Brace yourselves, we’re going down.”

“Jackie,” Wanda said as she stood. “Help me steady the plane.”

Wanda flicked her wrists and the pink cloud of chaos magic spread out from her hands and surrounded the plane. Jackie began to chant and a deep purple cloud joined Wanda’s pink and the two witches began to help bring the jet down safely.

It was still a bumpy landing, and the jet skidded into the forest, felling trees and sending wildlife scattering.

“Is everyone alright back there?” Clint called.

“Yeah,” Jordan replied. “Let us out before we lose him!”

The back of the jet opened and the whole group got up, grabbing weapons and hurrying down the ramp. “Distract, do not engage,” Clint called to the group as they ran. None of you are bulletproof, and he’s not going to miss if he throws that shield at you. Communicate through Wanda. Focus. We can’t have any of you getting overwhelmed.”

When Wanda reached Steve, he was locked in battle with Tony and Rhodey, throwing his shield at Rhodey as he rolled out of the way of a blast sent at him from Tony. He looked wrong. He was wearing his uniform, but it seemed to be covered in thick, black tar. It clung to it and changed it, making it smoother in some places and sharper in others. Threaded through the black was a webbing of green. It looked almost like veins, but at this chest, overlaying the star, it formed the H.Y.D.R.A. skull and tentacles.

That was not as disturbing as Steve’s eyes. They were pitch black. Not just the irises, but all of it. It was like someone had colored them in with a Sharpie. Wanda had been right all along; there was something in him.

The sounds of jets filled the air and Sam and Vision came flying in, landing amongst the group of trainees. Steve called his shield back. It flew through the air and he caught it, clicking it back in place on his arm as he surveyed the group with cold, dark eyes.

“Hey, Steve,” Sam said. “How about you put the shield down.”

“Steve doesn’t exist anymore,” Steve replied. “There is only H.Y.D.R.A.”

Some of the others ran in surrounding Steve where he stood in the middle of the road. No one made a move, Wanda looked ever at Jackie. ‘There’s something in him,’ she sent. ‘We need to get it out.’

“Steve,” you said. “That’s not who you are.”

“I don’t answer to that anymore,” he spat. “I suggest you all back-off.”

“Come on, Steve,” Bucky said, walking in through the group. “You can shake this off, pal.”

Steve pulled a knife out of his belt and threw it, it landed just shy of Bucky’s feet, stopping him where he stood. As soon as Steve let the blade go, Clint loosed an arrow at him. Steve snatched it out of the air and whipped it back at Clint and it embedded into his thigh.

“Those two are free,” Steve snarled. “The next will be deadly. Let us go.”

“Steve,” Sharon said. “You’re just going to let this happen? You’re just going to let this thing kill everyone you love?”

He flinched and snarled again, baring his teeth. “There is no Steve!”

Wanda and Jackie began to use their magic trying to pry whatever this was out of Steve. It was thick and dark and it felt like it burned back through her as she touched on it. Steve was in there, she could feel him, scared and trapped, but whatever this was felt like it was fused to his very cells.

Steve spun around, focusing on Wanda and he threw the shield at her. Tony blasted it out of the air and it went flying in the opposite direction. The heat of the blast made the thing that was clinging to Steve flinch and for just a moment, Steve took control.

“Please,” he begged in a quiet voice. “I’m trying to hold it back. Run. Leave me.”

And then he was gone again.

“It’s scared of fire!” Jackie called.

“Keep encouraging him,” Wanda added. “He’s in there. He can help us fight it.”

“You’re better than this, Steve,” you said. “Please fight it. You don’t want him to kill us.”

“You don’t even know what you're talking about, little girl,” Steve snarled.

Clint loosed three flaming arrows at once and they landed on three sides of him. He darted back and Clint did it again, and again, while Tony, Vision, and Rhodey took off and set the ground around him on fire, until he was circled in flame. The thing let out an ear-splitting screech and rippled on its suit. Steve seemed to grab hold of it and started tearing it away from him, but it seemed useless, like tearing liquid, as he pulled it away it just spread out and clung to him again.

“Double down, Jackie,” Wanda called.

The two women began to work together, grabbing the black gunk and pulling it toward the fire.

“Come on Captain,” Collins called out. “You’re one of my biggest idols. Don’t let H.Y.D.R.A. beat you now.”

“Yeah, Cap,” Zuri yelled. “That would be really embarrassing.”

The other recruits all start yelling out their encouragement, telling him what they meant to him and how they believed in him. It seemed to be working but not enough.

“Come on, Cap,” Tony called out. “Who’s going to make me look good if you’re not around?”

“You once said to me that the only thing that mattered was who I was on the inside. That’s what matters now, Cap. Who you are. You would never let H.Y.D.R.A win,” Bruce called out.

“Yes!” Wanda called as she pulled more of the black goo from him. “Get personal.”

Sharon moved in closer to the flames. “Steve, honey,” she said. “Come on neighbor. We have a laundry date, remember?”

Natasha jogged up beside her. “Yeah, Steve. You’re my favorite fossil, and I have a lot more dates to set up for you.”

Steve cried out and threw some of the goop into the flame, it screamed and caught fire, turning to ash almost at once.

Sam moved in. “On your left, Steve. You can do this. We can go home and I’ll make you breakfast.”

Clint jumped down from the tree. “Time to suit up, Steve.”

“‘Til the end of the line, Punk,” Bucky said, stepping up to the others and taking Sharon’s hand. They all linked hands and you moved in with them, taking both Sam and Natasha’s hand too.

“We all love you, Steve. Please come back to us,” you said.

He let out an almighty roar and pulled hard on the black goo. Wanda and Jackie grabbed hold of it and pulled with him and it let go. The two women surrounded it with their powers and dropped it down into the fire. It screamed as it burned but they held it down so it couldn’t escape.

When the last of it was burned away, Tony and Rhodey extinguished the flames, and Steve’s group of lovers ran in.

Steve collapsed onto the ground and curled into a ball, and Sam crouched down to hold him.

“You okay, baby?” Sharon asked.

He looked up, trembling. “That was fucking exhausting,” he whispered.

Everyone looked at Wanda and she scanned Steve. There was no more sign of the thing in him. It was just Steve. Tired and in pain. But all him. She nodded to them.

“Language, Steve,” Natasha teased.

He let out a soft laugh and nuzzled into Sam. “Can we please go home?”

// NEXT

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siancore · 1 year

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He Owns the Sky

Summary: Sam gets a new Cap suit and goes on a mission. Bucky is not impressed.

A/N: Saw Sam Wilson in his new Cap suit and had some SamBucky thoughts. Featuring All Star Cast, but focused on SamBucky. Enjoy!

Content: Language, banter, and angst.

“He is not going to like this, Captain Wilson. You know he’s temperamental at the best of times. Moody, even. Although we are both very fond of him, you know this will make him insufferable.”

“He’s already insufferable, Your Majesty.” Shuri let out an amused giggle at Sam’s assessment. “He’s gonna be more upset at me than he is at you.”

“Oh, that remains to be seen,” Shuri replied with a smile. “Actually, should I be offended, Sam?”

She was teasing, but Sam answered in earnest, “Of course not. Your work is amazing. A certain geriatric’s design sense was a little off, but everything you did was stellar, Shuri. Really great stuff.”

“But things can always be improved, yes?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Plus, I make an easy target flyin’ around looking like fine ass stars and stripes. Change is good.”

“Change is good,” Shuri repeated. “Now, please let me know if he has a complete meltdown. I have cat memes the likes of which the general public hasn’t seen.”

“Thank you,” Sam said with a warm smile.

“You’re most welcome,” Shuri replied in kind.

The aerial battle was brutal even though it was relatively short. Ironheart was assisting War Machine and the Midnight Angels in offensive strikes. Captain America, Falcon, and Photon were on the defensive, parrying assaults before they got too close to the ground. Their adversaries were one of the Big Three – it was another alien invasion.

Sam was tired, but he kept going. His new suit was standing up to the onslaught. Shuri’s design was immaculate, even better than the last. There was ease of movement that Sam hadn’t had before. Even though he was older now, the suit somehow synced with him in an anticipatory manner and gave him an added edge with speed and acrobatics.

He felt like he owned the sky.

Even when he took a direct hit to the abdomen and fell from said sky, there was no real harm done to his person. Sam and his friends staved off the attack before their backup even arrived. He let Shuri know how the new suit fared as soon as his medical check and debrief was done.

Sam was in his private changeroom when he heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky Barnes’ footfalls coming his way.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

“Hi, Honey. Welcome home,” Sam replied while not looking up from where he was removing his civilian clothing from his go-bag; he knew Bucky was in a mood.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, gesturing to Sam’s new, sleek suit.

“My Cap suit, duh,” Sam replied.

“What happened to the other goddamn suit?” asked Bucky with his hands on his hips.

“Nothing, I just got an upgrade.”

“This,” said Bucky, stepping closer and waving his Vibranium arm around. “This is an upgrade? What was Shuri thinking? Letting you out in this. Your arms are all – exposed. And your neck? What the hell? There’s no protection for your neck or your head.”

“Bucky, come on,” said Sam, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “The suit’s amazing. I took a direct hit from some type of blaster and didn’t even feel it.”

“Yeah, I saw that shit.”

“How’d you see that?”

“I heard you guys were called out and I hacked a low-Earth orbit satellite’s transponder,” said Bucky like that was a completely normal thing to do.

Sam looked at Bucky with an incredulous look on his face.

“You’re using secret fuckin’ Thunderbolts tech to hack satellites to spy on me while I work?”

“Yeah, and for good reason,” Bucky replied. “Sue me.”

“You’re gonna lose your secret anti-hero spy gig if you keep this shit up, Buck.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Samuel.”

Sam let out a sigh.

“The suit’s fine. I’m fine. Can we not do this right now? I know you’re probably feeling some kinda way because I replaced the suit you had designed for me, but –”

“This ain’t about the goddamn suit, Sam,” said Bucky, inching closer and narrowing his gaze. “It’s about you doing reckless hero shit in a team full o’ heroes. Why did you have to draw the enemy fire? You took a fuckin’ hit today. You could’ve – shit. You could’ve. What if you didn’t –”

“Didn’t what?” asked Sam, holding Bucky’s firm gaze.

“What if you didn’t make it, uh? What then? The world’s just ‘sposed to go on without Captain America? I’m supposed to go on without you?”

“Buck, don’t. That’s not the deal.”

“No, Sam. I know we talked about this,” said Bucky, his voice softening as he placed a hand to Sam’s upper arm. “I know we said we’d stay out of each other’s work stuff. That we do what we gotta do, and then come home to each other, but you took a fuckin’ direct hit today in this new suit that hasn’t been real-world-battle-tested and I nearly lost my mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It scared me, Sammy. I thought I lost you,” said Bucky, his voice quiet and low.

“Hey,” said Sam, moving closer. “I’m right here, Baby. I’m okay.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and drew him into an embrace. Sam placed both hands to the sides of Bucky’s face. They stared at one another for a beat. It was a moment that felt brief but also eternal.

“I’m sorry for pickin’ a fight with you,” said Bucky as he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and rubbed his nose against Sam’s. “When it comes to you and your safety, I lose all my good sense.”

They breathed each other in and let the tension fall away.

“Aww, Baby, be careful. You only had a little bit of good sense to start with,” Sam joked, causing Bucky to laugh as his frustration dissipated as his affection for Sam took over and banished the fear.

“Good point,” Bucky replied, before he kissed Sam’s forehead. “I just love you so much, Dollface.”

“I know, Buck. I love you, too.”

The pair stared into one another’s eyes once more before bringing their lips together in a languid kiss. They stayed that way for a while, kissing and holding one another. Bucky rans his hands over the new suit making sure Sam was really unharmed. After a while, Sam pulled back a little and let Bucky examine the suit better.

“It’s king shit, right?” Sam asked, turning his backside to Bucky while looking over his shoulder. “I look fine as fuck. Look at my ass, Bucky. Look at it. Everyone’s gonna be lookin’ at it in this suit. The internet is gonna break.”

Bucky knit his brow and gave his most annoyed expression.

“Aww,” Sam said, cupping Bucky’s face and pressing a kiss to his nose. “I’m just playin’. They can all look, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”

“Damn fuckin’ right,” said Bucky as he grabbed Sam’s hips and pulled him in for a searing kiss. “C’mon, let’s get you home and outta that suit. Wanna get my hands on that ass of yours.”

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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Die For You

It’s a hot summer’s night when House jolts awake to the feeling of two fingers on the side of his neck. He jumps to grab at the wrist that’s right in front of the base of his throat so he can sit up and look into chocolate brown eyes.

Oh. It’s just Wilson, who’s jerking his hand back and running it through his hair.

“Wilson?” House tilts his head and rests his back against the headboard. It’s so muggy and humid from the weather that he wants to toss the sheets off of himself, but Wilson is right there and he’s only in his boxers, so he doesn’t. Instead, he demands answers about why the man in front of him is in his room in the middle of the night, looming over his bed and touching his neck. “The hell are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing?” Wilson offers a nervous laugh.

House can’t help but notice that Wilson looks like complete and utter shit. There’s tears in his eyes, bags under said eyes, his hair is a mess, his shoulders are hunched, and his expression is twisted into a cross between relief and defeat.

“Were you checking my pulse just now?”

“Maybe,” Wilson sheepishly answers and scratches the back of his neck while training his eyes on the floor.

“Did something happen?” House questions while holding his head in his hands and staring into his own lap. “I know you’re weird and all, but this isn’t your usual brand of weird.”

“No, I just-...” Wilson trails off, then groans, unable to express himself.

“I’m not in the hospital, so I’m assuming I’m fine,” House sighs and pushes his hair back. He needs to get it cut soon, he thinks, though that’s probably not what he should be concerned about right now. Wilson is still just standing there, looking helpless and distraught. “But what’s wrong with you? And why were you in my room?”

“I had this dream that woke me up, and I just had to come check on you,” Wilson looks over at the alarm clock that sits on House’s nightstand, so House does the same. It’s almost four in the morning. “Now that I’m done with that, though, I’m going to bed.”

“You didn’t even really explain yourself,” House points out before Wilson can so much as turn around, which earns him a nervous smile.

“Do I have to?”

“It’ll bother the shit out of me if you don’t.”

“Which means you’ll pester me until you get an answer you like,” Wilson relents, then sits down on the edge of the bed and wipes the tears away from his eyes.

“Not necessarily an answer I like, just an answer in general.”

“Fine, fine, I… Had a nightmare that you overdosed,” At that, House shrinks into himself. He can’t help but feel guilty. It makes sense that Wilson would worry about it, but to have a nightmare? House struggles to hide the remorse that consumes him. “You died, and I couldn’t save you this time.”

“Pft,” He laughs in an attempt to conceal all of the feelings wracking his head. Wilson sees right through it, though neither of them say anything for a moment. After an awkward silence, House continues. “How in character of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re always worrying about me instead of yourself,” House points out, and it’s true. He’s used to having to remind Wilson to eat, sleep, and many other things while Wilson hounds him about the little things he forgets like brushing his teeth or doing his laundry. “You need to work on that.”

“Can you blame me?” Wilson asks, and though House is tempted to say yes, he realizes that he can’t because Wilson is right. He doesn’t take care of himself and he’s overall a mess, unlike Wilson, who is usually so well put together and obsessed with eating well and getting eight hours of sleep- until recently, at least. Recently, Wilson has been kind of a mess. House suspects that this might have something to do with it. “I mean, look at you, House. You’ve been slowly killing yourself for years, and I… I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

A pause, in which House sits up a bit more and reaches over to hold Wilson’s hand in his own. Wilson’s fingers interlace with his automatically, and he can’t help how his cheeks redden at the calloused palm slotting against his own softer one perfectly. He looks at Wilson’s eyes again, all big and brown and full of tears. The younger man looks exhausted and defeated, so why does he still care after all these years? Would House dying not feel like relief to him?

“...Would you really be upset if I died?”

Wilson makes a face, almost like a cringe, almost like offense.

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” The brunette scoffs, then sniffles.

“Do you seriously care that much?”

“House,” Wilson laughs and squeezes his hand, holding it like it’s the most precious thing in the world. House’s perspective suddenly shifts. Has Wilson always cared this much? Has he been making Wilson worry like this for all the years they’ve known each other? “I’d die for you.”

It’s a lot of pressure; the words, the way that Wilson is looking at him so expectantly. He doesn’t know how to respond at first, but after a long minute or two of thinking about it, he finally musters a response.

“And I’d live for you,” He whispers, and at that, Wilson shakes his head. “I’ve been doing that for a long time, and as long as you’re here, I’ll continue to do so.”

“No, that’s not good enough.”

“Why not?” He demands, which makes Wilson gulp and avert his gaze.

“If something ever happens to me-”

“What, like you’ll die before me?” House’s expression twists into a dumbfounded sort of confusion. He’s sure that the dream Wilson had was bad if not traumatizing, but it’s unlike the brunette to want to talk about such depressing subjects. On a normal day, he’s one to smile and pretend that he doesn’t think about that sort of thing. Tonight, he’s apparently feeling existential. “You’re like a decade younger than me and take infinitely better care of yourself.”

“Just listen to me for once in your life, won’t you?” Wilson snaps, raising his voice, which has House shutting up if only for a moment. “While I appreciate the sentiment, your reason for staying alive shouldn’t be me- it should be yourself, because you’re worth more than just about anyone else on this God forsaken earth. So, if something ever happens to me, will you promise me that you’ll take care of yourself?”

“Sure,” House agrees and squeezes Wilson’s hand in return. He tosses the covers off of himself, scoots closer to the younger man so he can sit on the edge of the bed with him, and rests his head on his shoulder. Seconds later, Wilson’s head is resting against House’s. Chestnut brown locks tickle peppery grey ones. “But it’ll still be for you.”

Wilson rolls his eyes and smiles.

“How typical of you.”

“You’re sentimental tonight,” House remarks, still holding Wilson’s hand. It feels unusually intimate for two men who are supposed to be best friends- nothing less, nothing more. He chooses not to say anything, confident that his feelings are already obvious and that the oncologist will say something if he ever reciprocates them. “That nightmare must’ve really messed you up, huh?”

“I guess so.”

“Do you need to call in? It’s already past four in the morning,” House yawns and looks over at his alarm clock again. “How long have you been up?”

“About an hour. I didn’t want to wake you up, but I knew I wasn’t going to get back to sleep unless I came to check on you- it’s always the same, every single time.”

“This shit has happened more than once?” House frowns and gives Wilson an accusatory look, which has the younger man avoiding his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You should’ve said something the first time.”

“I don’t think anyone wants to hear from their best friend that said best friend is having repetitive nightmares about them dying. Do you?”

“Well, no, but it’s clearly bothering you. That’s what’s important.”

“It is,” Wilson sighs. The hand that’s holding House’s becomes sweaty. Regardless, the diagnostician does’t let go. “I wish you wouldn’t have woken up, to be honest. I feel bad for bothering you.”

“Now you’re getting all self-deprecating. You should probably call in.”

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t need to be up ‘till seven and my patients are more important than some silly dream.”

“But they’re not more important than your mental health. If you’re not healthy, you can’t function, and if you can’t function, you can’t take care of your patients. The longer you stall on self-care, the worse it’s gonna be when your body decides it needs to shut down for you to rest,” House points out. “I’ve seen you when you crash, and it’s not pretty. You’ve been pretty stressed lately in general, though. What’s up with you?”

Wilson briefly hesitates. He shakes his head, eyes fluttering shut, only to open his eyes and part his lips to speak at the same time. His lips close and form into a tight line, like he’s unsure of whether or not he wants to say what’s on his mind. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks up.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What? You in love with me or something?” House jokes, completely and utterly unprepared for the response he gets.

Wilson freezes. His pupils are blown wide and his cheeks are lit on fire at the same time that his entire body turns rigid and shaky.

“I-...”

“Oh,” House whispers as he realizes what should’ve been obvious this entire time. How did he not know? “Oh my God.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry-” Wilson rushes to apologize, snatching his hand away from House’s and standing up.

“Are you serious?” The diagnostician demands and looks at Wilson with prying eyes. The oncologist is pacing around the room with tears streaming down his face and his head in his hands. “Wilson, I need you to answer me. If this is a joke, it isn’t funny.”

“I’ll just leave, and tomorrow, we can forget this happened-”

“No, just wait a fucking second,” House raises his voice, stands from the bed, and snatches Wilson by the wrist. The other man’s eyes go wide as he stops what he’s doing and stands still with House in front of him. Their eyes meet, icy blue burning into chocolate brown. House sighs and reaches forward to wipe the tears from Wilson’s cheeks before continuing. “I’m going to ask one more time, and I need you to answer me honestly. Are you serious? Are you in love with me?”

“Yes,” Wilson finally relents, and if it weren’t for the context of the situation, he’d look stupid with his messy hair and matching striped pajama set and big brown eyes downcast to the floor. “I have been for a while. But now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’m just going to leave.”

“Why would you tell me this if your plan was to run away afterwards?”

“I don’t know, okay!?” Wilson yells, only to quickly simmer down and lower his voice again. “I just- what if I never got to tell you?”

“You’re feeling existential tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting like I don’t love you back,” House finally replies and lets go of Wilson’s wrists. Relief and excitement course through his veins and drain whatever energy he has left, which makes him plop back down onto the bed, laying on his back. His eyes remain on Wilson’s shaking figure. “Of course I love you back.”

“You do?”

“I have for a while,” He states plainly, and Wilson simply stares at him, dumbfounded.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” House takes a deep breath through his nostrils and lifts the covers up in an inviting manner. “So… Why don’t you come back?”

“What, you want me to stay here with you?” Wilson laughs and crawls underneath the covers, somewhat unsure in his movements.

“For as long as I can get you to, yes,” House answers. For a moment, it’s peaceful, the two men laying on their backs with their shoulders touching and their souls intertwined. “And I’ll chase your nightmares away in return. Sound good?”

House looks over to see Wilson grinning back at him, big brown eyes sparkling.

“That sounds great.”

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🎃Redacted Couples Dressing Up For Halloween🎃

👻👻Spoopy Time Headcanons👻👻

🥰Couples Costumes🥰🥰

Pt. 1

(Btw, the gender of the costume character is not directly linked to the gender of the redacted character/listener character, Milo and Sweetheart’s is prime example of this)

First up is...

Asher and Baaabe

Ah, yes, the lovely goofball/hot bitch power couple ☺️☺️

These two are the reason I made this list, because I KNOW

Asher would dress as Roger Rabbit

And Babe would dress as Jessica Rabbit

(Who Framed Roger Rabbit 1988 film)

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS THEM, SERIOUSLY

I also just kinda wanna see Babe in that red dress, ngl-

You just can’t tell me this isn’t them 👇👇👇

NEXT!

Milo and Sweetheart

Okay, DONT HATE ME FOR THIS

I’m not making fun of Milo’s accent, I swear-

That being said...

Milo would dress as Harley Quinn

And Sweetheart would dress as The Joker

(The DC Universe comic book series and more)

If you disagree, that’s fine, I get it, it’s probably an overdone joke idk,

BUT MILO WOULD BE KILLING IT IN HARLEY QUINN’S SUICIDE SQUAD OUTFIT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

And Sweetheart in a suit 👀👀👀👀

I don’t think more needs to be said

Milo calling Sweetheart Puddin

NEXT!

David and Angel

I wish I could think of something more interesting or elaborate for these two, but let’s be honest...

David would dress as The Big Bad Wolf

And Angel would dress as Little Red Riding Hood

(Little Red Riding Hood 17th century folktale)

ITS SO PERFECT THEY LITERALLY CANT BE ANYTHING ELSE

Okay, well, that’s a lie, I almost made them Beauty and the Beast

But I have a feeling David would not want to dress up, so Angel just has to work with what he already is-

NEXT!

Sam and Darlin

THIS ONES MY FAVORITE THIS ONES MY FAVORITE

Now, I’m not making fun of Sam and calling him a cowboy.

I have his accent too, it’d make me a hypocrite.

HOWEVER THIS IS TOO PERFECT AND IF I CAN MAKE THIS COUPLE CANON IN ANY WAY IT SHALL BE THIS

Sam would dress as Jedediah

And Darlin would dress as Octavius

(Night at the Museum film franchise)

JEDTAVIUS MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

Darlin rocking that Roman armor 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Sammy in the cowboy fit 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I know he wouldn’t want to dress as a cowboy, but I think he’d be fine if he’s dressing as Jedediah

We all know he’s an Owen Wilson kinnie anyway

NEXT!

Vincent and Lovely

Okay this one might be a bit of a stretch...

I really struggled to pick a dynamic duo for them, but I think this works

Vincent would dress as Erik “The Phantom”

And Lovely would dress as Christine

(The Phantom of the Opera 1986 musical)

No, I didn’t choose this because I think Vincent would look hot in The Phantom’s mask 😅😅😅

...👀

I honestly don’t have much else to say about them, it just felt right.

NEXT!

Geordi and Cutie

This is another one that I struggled with

And I honestly don’t know why I think they’d dress as this duo-

Geordi would dress as Jerry

And Cutie would dress as Tom

(Tom and Jerry animated franchise)

To be completely honest, I think they’d dress as any dynamic duo within Looney Toons/Warner Bros...

NEXT!

Gavin and Freelancer

Y’know how I said Sam and Darlin’s costume was my favorite?

Well this one is a very close second

Gavin would dress as Tiffany

And Freelancer would dress as Chucky

(Bride of Chucky 1998 film)

I JUST KNOW THAT GAVIN WOULD

HE’S A HOT BITCH AND SO IS TIFF, IT JUST MAKES SENSE

God I hope someone draws this, ngl

Do I just want to see him in a leather jacket and fishnets? Maybe.

NEXT!

Ollie and Mentor

This one was another struggle

I just don’t know much about either of them even though I’ve listened to Ollie’s playlist

Hell, Mentor doesn’t even have a proper pet name...

But, regardless, there was one iconic duo that came to mind for these two and it just kinda stuck...

Ollie would dress as Shaggy

And Mentor would dress as Velma

(Scooby-Doo animated franchise)

I don’t know why, I just feels like they would

(This is a really cute gif omg)

NEXT!

Elliott and Sunshine

Okay, hear me out-

These two DO NOT PLAY when it comes to Halloween costumes, alright?

They’ve been doing matching outfits for YEARS, even before they were dating

And they will not stop.

Elliott would dress as Wybie

And Sunshine would dress as Coraline

(Coraline 2009 film)

Again, I just feel like they would, okay?

The bestest, mostest, dynamicist, duoist duo in the entire Redactedsphere

NEXT!

Avior and Starlight

THEY CANT NOT DRESS AS A TIM BURTON COUPLE OKAY-

It’s just perfect for them 😭😭

That being said...

Avior would dress as Jack

And Starlight would dress as Sally

(The Nightmare Before Christmas 1993 film)

I might just want to see Avior in a black and white striped suit, but I swear there’s more to this-

Halloweentown is basically hell.

Here's part two!

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Here’s day 28 of Housevember! Only a couple of days left now 😬😬

Fandoms: House MD

Pairings: Gregory House x James Wilson

Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson, Eric Foreman, Alison Cameron, Robert Chase

November 28th: Glowing

House looked down at his pager as it beeped on his desk, seeing the name ‘Wilson’ pop up on the screen. He picked it up and saw that he was being paged to the clinic, he grabbed his cane and made his way to the examination room that Wilson was in.

”What’s up?” He asked as he opened the door, immediately stopping in his tracks when he saw the patient, “is he glowing?” Wilson looked over to him, obviously very out of his depth on this one.

”Yeah,” Wilson replied, looking back at the patient who’s skin was illuminating the room, “you’ve not seen the best part yet, turn off the light,” House did as Wilson said and they both watched in wonder as the room went into complete darkness except for the immediate area around the patient.

”Oh wow,” House grinned, “Wilson I love you, you always bring me the best gifts.”

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House and the team were stumped by their patient, they could not find any instance of someone glowing, in the literal sense that is. They searched books, websites, checked every type of chemical mixtures they could think of, they checked his blood work and did multiple tests which came back showing that their was something in his body causing it but they had no idea how it had gotten there.

”Has he been on any drugs?” Cameron asked, “maybe some weird combination caused this, or they could’ve been cut with something.”

”Nothing in the blood work, also checked his house and there was no sign of any drugs,” Foreman replied, “maybe a genetic factor?”

”Nothing in any of the tests suggest that,” Chase said.

”Did anyone check his place of work?” House asked.

”He’s unemployed,” Cameron told him as she looked over the patients chart for the hundredth time.

”So we’re nowhere?” He asked, three blank faces looked back at him, “nothing at all?”They all looked at each other, not sure what to say, they’ve never been in a position before where even House was stumped. That was when they heard a knock on the door.

”Excuse me, Dr House?” She asked as she entered the room, “I hear you’re treating my brother, the guy who’s glowing.”

”Yes, I am,” he replied, leaning back in his seat as he looked at her.

”I think I know what might have happened to him,” all the doctors faced her when she said this and she sat down to explain.

————

“Genetic engineering!” House called out as he entered Wilson’s office, causing the man to jump.

”What about it?” He replied.

”Our light up patient was a geneticist who was fired for stealing supplies,” House explained, “they never found the evidence so he didn’t get convicted, but it turns out that he’d been stashing it all in his makeshift laboratory,” he walked over to Wilson’s desk and sat in the chair opposite, “he had been experimenting with Jellyfish DNA, there’s a specific jellyfish that is considered immortal and this man wanted to use that so he could live forever,” Wilson looked at him with shock on his face.

”He injected himself with jellyfish DNA?” Wilson asked.

”Yes, but he messed up, the idiot got the wrong jellyfish, one that was bioluminescent, so now he glows,” House was grinning as he said this, “I’m so glad you brought me this case, it has been a fun one,” Wilson smiled when he said this.

”glad you’ve enjoyed it,” he replied, House smiled back at him, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk.

”So are you going to make me lean like this forever or are you going to let me thank you?” House asked, Wilson rolled his eyes and also leant forward, House planted a kiss on his lips and Wilson smirked.

”If this is what it takes to get you to kiss me then I should bring you cases more often,” Wilson teased.

”Oh please, you know I kiss you even when you don’t,” House replied and the two men sat there looking into each other’s eyes.

#hilson #hate crimes md #house md #hilson fanfiction #greg house #gregory house #james wilson #eric foreman #alison cameron #robert chase #housevember22 #house x wilson

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Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022) Review

Before we start, serious question - what the hell is The Roku Channel?!

Plot: The unexaggerated true story about the greatest musician of our time. From a conventional upbringing where playing the accordion was a sin, "Weird Al" Yankovic rebels and makes his dream of changing the words to world-renowned songs come true. An instant success and sex symbol, Al lives an excessive lifestyle and pursues an infamous romance that nearly destroys him.

When Weird was first announced, I’m not going to lie, I shrugged it off. And no, it wasn’t simply because it was going to be released on whatever the hell The Roku Channel is, but because I thought ‘oh look, here’s yet another music biopic, not like we have many of those around!’. However then the trailer released, and that’s when I realised that this wasn’t a conventional biopic, but in fact a parody of the genre itself. And that made perfect sense. Weird Al Yankovic’s entire career is based on parodying, so of course the movie of his life would be a parody too. Immediately the casting of Daniel Radcliffe made so much more sense, as let’s be honest here, Al Yankovic and Harry Potter look nothing alike. However recently Radcliffe had been appearing in very niche and unique indie films where his roles ranged from playing a farting corpse to a man with horns to a straight up Nazi skinhead. Imagine that, one day you’re a kid at Hogwarts learning spells and shit with an owl and the next day you’re a Nazi. So he’s proven to be willing to go as far and wide as you can, so having him play an exaggerated Weird Al (I say that as if the original Al isn’t exaggerated) made perfect sense.

Now I have seen Weird: The Al Yankovic Story, and nope, still no clue what The Roku Channel is, so you can make your guesses on what means I used to find and watch this movie... So anyway, does it live up to the parody shenanigans it promises? The answer is yes. Look, it’s nothing ground-breaking, however it’s silly and goofy, and if you’re in the mood for something stupid, this is it. Everything is very over-the-top, and every moment of the movie pokes fun at the stereotypical parts of the biopic genre. How much of it is true to life? Well, Weird Al has said in an interview that he only met Madonna once, however in this movie she is featured very prominently, so that’s your answer.

The cast are all very game here. Daniel Radcliffe is very amusing as Weird Al, and what makes him work is that he delivers lines very casually, without forcing the joke, and as such his straight faced performance actually adds to the ridiculousness surrounding him. Evan Rachel Wood is delightfully evil as the villainous Madonna, and Rainn Wilson as Dr. Demento is basically his character Dwight from The Office, just nicer. There are also a load of surprising cameos sprinkled throughout, and no, don’t expect any A-list cameos, these are more obscure ones, but if you know them you’ll recognise them. But yes, the entire cast plays the comedy very straight, which only adds to the absurdity and heightens the jokes.

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story is a farcical spoof that just gets weirder the further it goes. I mean, the entire final act revolves around Al going up against a certain leader of a drug cartel, and at that point I completely lost it. Also, a minor complaint I’d say is that the movie looks very cheap, in that the many characters that appear seem to be wearing the cheapest Halloween-sale get-ups possible, though now I think that was a purposeful addition to the overall stupid shenanigans the movie is going for. This movie exists for the pure means of fun, and though I do wish we could have gotten more snippets of Weird Al parodying his own music videos, I still got a hoot from witnessing the very true and non exaggerated origins behind such hits as “Eat It” and “Like a Surgeon”. It’s a good time, and though I still think Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story is the superior music biopic parody, Weird is a delightful piece of goofiness that should provide you with enough laughs, should you be able to find wherever The Roku Channel is.

Overall score: 6/10

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Story prompts for characters

Part 2

you can use them (tag me) even if you change the characters!

again please don't judge wrote this like when i was like 16/17 😭 not proofread

Wanda and Y/n are married. Natasha and Bucky are married. Natasha and Y/n are Bestfriend’s. Bucky and Wanda are Bestfriend’s. One day Bucky comes to Y/n with a folder telling her he found out that Natasha & Wanda had been having an affair and he knew Y/n wouldn’t believe him without evidence so he hired a PI (Fury my man) Basically they end up going on a double date (which they have done multiple times before) they drop the evidence and they both ask for a divorce. Saying that they could try to fight it but then they’ll make their affair public basically ruining their reputations. Bucky & Y/n never had the best relationship Y/n lowks always believing Nat could’ve done better but ends up telling him he’s a good man and he actually always deserved better then her ((Y/n always saw it from Nats POV not looking at the relationship from Buckys bc once she did she realized Nat took advantage of him and was selfish)) Bucky and Y/n end up deciding to travel the world together Y/n is a journalist and Bucky is a photographer. They end up becoming best friends with a strong bond. Can either end up dating or just becoming like family.

AU for And We Meet Again where Lexa is reincarnated. Y/n is one of Clarke’s old flings but is actually a really good friend of hers. Lexa is jealous until she learns she’s dating the one and only Raven Reyes

Y/n is close to everyone on the team. She’s pretty lively, has a dry sense of humor, will do anything she wants to do. The team love her and she’s an amazing addition to the team. Follows orders to a fault unless she disagrees with them bc she has no problem going toe-to-toe with Steve or Tony. Hell one time she disagreed with Natasha and they talked and Y/n changed her mind. (Which is a hard feat) Y/n seemingly seems perfect and the team can all collectively agree to it especially Wanda Maximoff, Y/n’s Bestfriend besides Peter and somehow Wade Wilson. Wanda is completely enamored with Y/n, her compassionate heart, strong will, and her ability to make the atmosphere lighter given any situation. The problem is Y/n is completely oblivious to it. Y/n’s is completely irrevocably in love with Wanda but she keeps is under wraps because Y/n genuinely believes she would never be good enough for Wanda, no matter how many people she saves or good deeds she does she just never believes she’d be good enough. Wanda overheard a conversation at “boys night plus Y/n” with Peter and Wade. Wade asks why Y/n hasn’t made a move on Wanda and Y/n scoffs “yeah I’d never do that” Wades confused bc he knows how much you care for her and it’s obvious to everyone that Wanda has feelings for you. “Your wrong Wade, Wanda doesn’t have feelings for me. And let’s pretend she did, I’m not good enough for her. She’d be better off with someone like Vision, I know he’s in love with her.

Reader has been classified as “emotional” by the team. Natasha has to do something with an ex on the team and the entire team didn’t tell Y/n about it. When she does find out Vision letting it slip infront of the team and she confronts them and Nat says “you couldn’t handle the truth so I withheld it from you” but Y/n fires back “It was for a mission, yes it would make me uncomfortable but I understand we have a job to do. The real reason you didn’t tell me is because you didn’t expect me to react in the way you wanted me to. This always happens you all lie and I have to find out from someone else. You all say we’re a team, a family? But all you do is lie.” She ends up leaving the avengers for Xaviers School.

Carol Danvers is a new member of the avengers, well sure the avengers were created bc of her but no biggie. Y/n L/n catches her eye. She works hard and plays harder. She’s either always with Sam and Bucky, Natasha and Steve, or alone reading a book in the many bay windows Carol ends up finding out Tony had specially made for her even going far enough to make one in his lab. Carols enamored problem is even though your very kind and friendly your extremely closed off. Carol tried her best and ends up finding out one of the reasons your the way you are is because of past relationships especially bc of one Wanda Maximoff. Apparently Y/n thought Wanda was the one until Wanda was caught in a love triangle with Vision and Y/n. Wanda didn’t know who to choose and In the end she choose Vision. Y/n was oblivious to the love triangle but ended up finding out when she walked in on Vision and Wanda kissing. Carol ends up being upfront with her intention with Y/n and woo’s her. Carol gets the shovel talk from everyone on the team, cue slightly jealous Wanda telling Carol to treat Y/n better then she could.

Carol Danvers x Reader. After the events of Captain marvel Carol meets Y/n an aspiring singer who’s friends with Maria. Carol ends comes back and forth between earth for a year before she gets called to a far away planet that needs help and she doesn’t know when or if she’ll be back. They breakup Carol comes back Avengers Endgame and finds out Y/n became a huge artist and her most famous song was about Carol ‘Space Girl’. Y/n was a figure head in LGTQ+ rights and a huge activist. Carol comes and finds out Maria passed away and Y/n old but alive. Monica considers Y/n her other mom. Shortly after the snap that brings everyone back Y/n passes away saying she only held on for so long because Maria wanted her too.

R is a off duty marine but gets called in for a year long undercover mission. When R comes home R acts perfectly fine but she isn’t. Wanda suspects R’s cheating and enlists Natasha’s help. They track and see R at a restaurant with a man. The next day they follow her again and she goes into a building and only leaves an hour later running her hands through her hair. Wanda confronts R infront of the entire team while Natasha glares at her. Steve tells Wanda there wasn’t the place. R dragging Wanda to their shared bedroom. (based off of law n order scene)

Hope Mikaelson x Reader. Been Bestfriend’s since they were kids. R is in love with hope and hope basically strings R along. Based off of “That way” Tate McRae.

Character thinks R is cheating so as revenge they cheat in return but turns Reader was buying a engagement ring

Flipped Au Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Natasha and Y/n have broken up. Nats sad and when yelena finds out she heads over there but on her way she meets a cute girl in the bar and the have sex. So basically Yelena hooked up with y/n w/o knowing thats nats ex and y/n hooked up with Yelena not knowing that was nat's lil sister. Basically when they figure it out its a bunch of shit and they dont know if they should tell nat or not.

#story prompts with different characteds #story prompts #angst prompts #funny prompts #prompts #idek

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Tasked with finding Ripley and waking her up so that reality could be righted, a select group of heroes and magic users headed to the hospital. What they found there is not what they wanted to find, though, and it seemed like a loss was on the horizon.

PLEASE NOTE: THIS INTERACTS WITH THE PLEASANT HILL FINALE CHATLOG

THIS IS OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

SAM WILSON/CAPTAIN AMERICA (MCU): Traveling on one of Illyana’s discs takes a second to get used to. The group goes from the Town Square to the hospital in the blink of an eye. Sam steps back onto the concrete as he looks up at the looming building. “She’s in the intensive care unit. If I had to guess, this place is swarming with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.”

TONY STARK/IRONMAN (616): "What about asking them nicely? I'm on a kick now." Though no one could see it, there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "But since I know that ain't gonna work- how much of a mess are we willing to make? Our hour is quickly dwindling."

WAND MAXIMOFF/SCARLET WITCH (616): Her eyes move briefly to her sons. She can sense unrest between the two of them, but now is not the time for a motherly therapy session. “Are we to walk through the front door?”

TONY STAK (616): "Well, that's one way to do it. Can't any of you magic users just.. sense where she is?" He wiggled his fingers to mimic magic. "That way we don't have to go on a high-stakes scavenger hunt."

NICO MINORU/SISTER GRIMM (616): Nico’s been silent up to this point, clutching the Staff of One like a lifeline. “We know where she is.” The duh is implied. “Like Cap said, the intensive care unit. That’s the top floor of the hospital. We go up there, we do the spell, we wake her up. Right?” She looks to Wanda and Billy.

TONY STARK (616): "Sounds simple. Simple has a tendency to become messy, in my experience, but for now I'm choosing to be optimistic." As he spoke he took a few steps back, head tilted up as he glanced at the top floor. "What about teleporting up there? We can deal with whoever we run into once we're inside, avoid all the weird stares and bullets that are probably waiting for us in the lobby."

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): Tommy raised a quick hand as everyone else spoke, suddenly feeling like chopped liver. "Uh, I can just run through the room and disarm them before we all go. It'll take two secs.”

ILLYANA RASPUTIN (616): “Yes, let Wanda’s rugrat clear the way. I’m not the mutant ferry.”

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): Tommy didn't ask for anyone's permission before his legs were pushing his momentum forward, opening the door in a split second and making his way down the hall. To everyone else, it was like he wasn't even there as he perused down the hall and swiped everyone's guns one by one, aiming some of them towards security cameras and even completely emptying out some of the chambers. By the time he finished all of the floors and made it back outside to the rest of the group, shouting and gunshots could be heard going off for a few moments before total silence, and he raised a playful brow at everyone.

TONY STARK (616): "Neat trick you've got there, kid." Tony sounded both impressed and amused. He then looked to Sam. "Whatcha say, Cap? Shall we? I'll follow your lead."

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Thank you, dear.” Wanda’s hand briefly touches Tommy’s shoulder. In retrospect, she could have cast a spell, but it’s good for everyone to feel included. With that being said, the witch pushes into the building and moves with a rustling cape up the stairs.

SAM WILSON (MCU): “Looks like we’re following her lead.” Sam nods his chin at Wanda as she breezes through the door. He follows with the shield hooked to his back. “Say we get to Ripley, what then? You spell casters cast your spell? Wake Sleeping Beauty?”

NICO MINORU (616): “I wouldn’t call her Sleeping Beauty,” Nico mumbles.

BILLY KAPLAN/WICCAN (616): "It's not that simple," Billy supplies, "we're dealing with an Infinity Stone."

SAM WILSON (MCU): Sam’s Wanda is an expert on the Infinity Stones, but he’s not sure about this Wanda. She definitely seems more witchy, to say the least. “I’m trusting the people with magic here.” He pushes open a door as they make it to the top floor. “Room 8-1.”

TONY STARK (616): "If any part of this plan involves kissing her, I want no part of it." Tony followed the group, still latched onto the Sleeping Beauty reference and trying to ignore his own anxiety by joking around. Classic Tony Things. "Trusting the process sounds easy until you get to the important stuff. We're all trusting the people with magic. But if that spell doesn't work, do we have a Plan B?"

BILLY KAPLAN (616): "Yeah, apparently Krakoa is going to mass execute everyone." Billy remarks bitterly.

SAM WILSON (MCU): “I don’t think I can kiss her, either.” Carol probably wouldn’t like that.

NICO MINORU (616): Nico’s too devoted to Karolina to even consider it.

TONY STARK (616): "Plan C then?" Tony deactivated his helmet, and it dissolved away to reveal his face. "What happens if we separate her from the Infinity Stone? Can we even do that?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “No one needs to kiss anyone.” Magic pushes the proper door aside. In the room, a hospital monitor beeps steadily. A slight blonde form is hooked into a bed with restraints around her thin wrists and ankles, various cords and wires extending from her. Wanda looks on in pity before turning to Billy and Nico. "More like Plan D. Separating Ripley from the Stone may kill her. She died once at Carol’s hand. How the Stone got into her is a mystery. Even if she’s a criminal, we don’t want to cause bodily harm. Instead, we turn to magic.” She turns to Billy and Nico. “Do you know what to do?”

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): "Not everyone." Tommy muttered under his breath before his mother began to speak, and he turned his attention back to Billy and Nico.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): Billy didn't bother humoring his mother with an answer. It wasn't her fault -- he could just feel the prickly sensation of his impending anxiety, the roll of skittering underneath his skin that makes him want to peel off his suit and itch at it. Instead, Billy extends a hand and mutters under his breath --- blue aura emerges around where the stone sits. Simple stabilization, except nothing about this was simple.

NICO MINORU (616): Magic is both complicated for Nico and easy at the same time. She has to come up with a new spell, but the staff glows white as magic emanates from it. Along with Billy, she helps to stabilize the Stone.

TONY STARK (616): "Alright. Sleeping Beauty's had enough rest." He lifted a hand, and the nanotech shifted part of his suit into a needle. "Let's get this party started." And with that, Tony injected Ripley with enough epinephrin to wake her up.

RIPLEY RYAN/STAR (616): For a second, she thinks she’s having a heart attack. After months of black, everything is suddenly rushing at her at a breakneck speed. Ripley gasps as she sits upright, the various wires tugging from the motion. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Her voice is barely more than a croak. The Stone begins to throb red.

TONY STARK (616): "Whoa, whoa— alright there. Let's breathe." The needle reabsorbed back into his suit, and now he was holding out his hands to try and calm Ripley after she shot upright. He glanced to the magic users for a moment to make sure they were paying attention. "You've gotta be feelin' pretty shitty right now, I'm sure. If I were you, I would be thinking about submitting to win the title of Longest, Crappiest Nap Ever. But just do us a favor and take it slow. We're not here to hurt you."

RIPLEY RYAN (616): Somebody has hurt her, but she doesn’t know who. “What the actual fuck?” There seems to be magic from two unfamiliar faces channeling towards her Stone. She instantly feels territorial. Ripley begins the process of untangling herself in a hurry. “No, no. You all need to stay the hell away from me. All of you.”

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Ripley,” Wanda’s voice is patient. “We are running out of time.” There’s what? Five minutes left? “You need to use the Stone to right the wrongs of others. It is not fair, and I’m sorry.”

RIPLEY RYAN (616): “No.” She climbs to shaky feet. Ripley has to cling to the side of the bed to support herself. Already, she can feel the Stone recharging her batteries. “Nuh-uh. No fucking way. You got yourself into a bad situation? Get yourself out.” With that, her eyes glow red as she issues a command: OUT. In a flash of red, Ripley Ryan is gone.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): The glow dissipates and Billy slowly lowers his palm. "I'm sorry, what?"

NICO MINORU (616): “Did that bitch really just peace?” The light from the Staff fades out.

TONY STARK (616): For a moment Tony sat frozen, mouth agape. Then he threw his arms up in defeat. "Alright, I was joking around before but we need a Plan B. Right now." He turned to the rest of the team. "We're it, guys. Time's almost out. What do we do?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (MCU): “Time is out.” Wanda’s face falls. “We’re too late.”

TONY STARK (616): "What? So we just.. lost? That's it?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): She swallows thickly, eyes on the ground while her head shakes. “We need to get to the town square, to tell them -- they need to know.” Know it’s all been for naught.

ILLYANA RASPUTIN (616): She says nothing. Instead, Illyana just opens a portal and takes them there.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): "Time isn't out." He shifts towards Wanda. The clock is incredibly close, he can feel it closing in around him. "And there is another way." he doesn't flat out say it -- they both know better than most what altering reality could do, how their magic, applied by human hands, could be so finicky. The stone was safer, it was a concentrated force with a goal. Billy couldn't do it on his own -- he wasn't sure if Wanda would even agree.

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Billy...” Her voice trails off. Wanda knows. Of course she knows. That doesn’t mean she likes it. “It is more than a risk. If we get it wrong, we can make things more than worse.” She looks around the now brightly lit town square. “Are you ready to run that risk?”

- MOVES TO MAIN CHAT -

#mvmevents #event: pleasant hill #pleasant hill: finale #chatlog: pleasant hill hospital

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The Scarecrow | Prologue

Melody Hawkins fumbled with her messenger bag as she walked hastily toward the fountain in the plaza of Truman State University, having been ‘summoned’ by one of her dormmates, Grace Davis. Walking with her were their other two dormmates, Natalie Mitchell and Beth Nelson. Natalie was on her phone, talking a mile a minute in German with Peter, a boy who attended the same German Modern Language class with her. Grace had never met him, but Beth and Melody had, and neither had the heart to tell her he was very gay.

“Mel, you got another scrunchie or something? I need to get this mess under control before Grace sees me and makes fun of it again.” Beth queried, struggling to tame her wind-tangled blonde locks with a mini hairbrush, several gold bobby pins held by her teeth so she could access them easily.

“Here.” Melody took the blue scrunchie out of her own hair, letting her wavy brunette locks hang freely around her shoulders, and offered it to her friend.

“Thanks.” Beth accepted it with a small smile. “You’re the GOAT, Mel.”

Another thing Melody would never admit was that she didn’t know what that meant.

Finally, the three girls arrived within viewing distance of their destination. Center stage, lounging comfortably on the fountain’s edge was Grace Davis, the blonde-haired diva herself. One sneaker-clad foot was beside her and flat on the ring of brick she sat on, while the other rested on its heel on the main ground, dipping and bouncing in place to an unheard beat. Propped on her vertical thigh was one of many spiral-bound notebooks, onto which she rapidly scribbled what Melody knew were annoyingly neat characters.

Beth slowed her pace and stepped behind Melody’s taller frame to finish securing her hair in an elaborate but cute bun out of Grace’s sight, and Melody and Natalie paused to give her the moment. Finished, the blonde retook her place on Melody’s left, and the three approached their dormmate and friend.

It wasn’t surprising to see Marty Pike seated on the rim of the fountain next to the blonde- the biology major was her boyfriend, after all. He watched her with a fond gaze, almost enraptured by her even as she completely blanked him.

“Alright, we’re here.” Melody announced.

“And so are we.” Came the voice of Eric Baker, arriving closely followed by Dave Robinson and Zak Wilson. All three were friends and dormmates of Marty’s, and through his and Grace’s relationship they all knew each other.

Grace closed her notebook and set it aside. “Great, you’re all here! So, things have been hectic recently, but we’ve all got a week of vacation coming up soon, so I thought we could all use a vacation.” She began excitedly. “My family has a ranch in Scotland county, about an hour from here. It’s pretty isolated from society- no phone service, no internet or Wi-Fi, and it’s about three square miles. Arbela, the closest town, is actually the smallest in Missouri. I think we could all do with a break, so it would be really nice to get away to somewhere like that.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” Marty proclaimed, leaning over to kiss Grace. “Besides, a ranch? Is there any livestock there?”

“There’s usually a couple cows and chickens, but we butchered them recently and haven’t replaced them yet. But we do have fresh milk, eggs, chicken, and beef from them, so it won’t just be canned stuff in the pantry. We can eat whatever we find.” She smiled at her boyfriend. “You’re more than welcome to explore the barn and animal pens.”

He punched the air. “Yes!” His excitement made sense- his interest in his minor in animal science was a direct result of cherished childhood visits to his uncle’s farm. “You’re spoiling me, honey.”

Melody frowned. “Your family won’t mind? It sounds nice, but I don’t want to intrude.”

Grace smirked. “My family’s on vacation in Europe right now, so it’d be just the eight of us.”

Eric shrugged. “Sure, I’m in. I’ll have nothing better to do.”

“Absolutely count me in.” Dave agreed enthusiastically, almost immediately after Eric had spoken. Melody and Beth exchanged looks, and the former wiggled her eyebrows.

Timidly, Beth cleared her throat and raised her hand. “Is it safe?”

Grace rolled her eyes, looking annoyed. “Yes, perfectly safe. I know every nook and cranny of that place. The bees won’t be too bad this time of year, and there’s probably some snakes and spiders about, but nothing major.”

Melody shrugged. “Alright, I’m in.”

Beth chewed her lip for a minute before nodding. “Yeah, me too.”

“Well if you’re all going, so am I.” Agreed Natalie.

“Zak?” Marty questioned. “Don’t back out on me now, man.”

Zak rolled his eyes, holding up his hands in mock-surrender. “Chill, man. I was about to say ‘yes’ anyway.”

“Great!” Grace smiled. “Now, this is my turf, my idea, so Miss Leadership’s gonna need to take a backseat, okay?” She spoke with a saccharine condescension with a pointed look at Melody.

Melody rolled her eyes. “For God’s sake, Grace. It’s just my major. You’re taking us to a family ranch; you’re in charge. We might not be each other’s favorite person, but I do respect you, and I hope you respect me.”

“Preach, queen.” Beth agreed, nodding emphatically. Grace rolled her eyes. She didn’t like Beth that much- in fact, Melody and Natalie wondered how neither of them had moved out of the dorm to escape the other. Or that Grace hadn’t tried to pressure Beth out- Grace was a psychology major with a minor in cognitive science, after all. If anyone could do it, it was her.

Zak raised his hand. “When do we leave?”

“Uh, I was thinking this coming Sunday. That’ll give us Saturday to pack, the whole week to be there, and all of the Sunday after to come back.” Grace replied. The group nodded, working out packing lists and schedules in their heads.

“Guess we’ve got some packing to do.”

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SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

December 27, 2022

INSTRUCTION MANUAL TO SEN. KRYSTEN SINEMA

Some people are just troublesome, to wit: Arizona Sen. Sinema who was a Democrat but transitioned to an Independent (read: conservative spy). Despite the Senate handbook that says “staff are not compensated for the purpose of performing personal activities,” a 37-page memo from Sinema to her staff outlines the dos and don'ts she demands. Such as, always have a room-temperature bottle of water at the ready; never book her a flight on Southwest Airlines; always schedule a weekly hour-long massage; be sure to check with her on Mondays to get grocery list. No Wilson, we are not making this up. But there's more — the sleuths here at Smart Bomb have discovered another memo: never talk about the vibrators in the desk drawer; never mention big donations from hedge funds, pharmaceutical companies or Victoria's Secret; always make sure her bath is exactly 112 degrees; be sure to place Velos “Pleasure Serum” near the tub; never discuss her shoes or mention Imelda Marcos; never confirm she was a Jack Mormon; never ever verify she called Ronald Reagan and George H.W. Bush “the real Saddam and Osama lovers;” when asked why in Congress she wears dresses that reveal her shoulders, curtly respond that the Second Amendment guarantees the right to bare arms.

CATS AND DOGS? NAH, IT'S RAINING LIZARDS

It's raining lizards in south Florida — again — after a mass of arctic air dove into the Sunshine State last week. It's not the first time. The staff here at Smart Bomb reported in February that iguanas resting in tree tops froze and started falling from their perches all over the place — on cars, on people, on skateboarders and strollers. What kind of umbrella do you need for that? Hello, yes, can you help us, we're looking for iguana parasols. It's practically biblical — but instead of raining frogs as it did when the Egyptians refused to free the Israelites, it was raining six-pound lizards. FYI: The thing about raining frogs is no fiction. It's a rare meteorological phenomenon where frogs get swept up in a storm, travel miles and then fall from the sky when the clouds release their water. The Bible doesn't lie: Exodus 8:2-14. The Lord said, “If you refuse to let them go, behold, I will smite your whole territory with frogs.” But there's no mention in the Good Book of raining lizards. Just imagine the shock for those old folks in retirement homes who moved to Florida to escape the weather up north. Hazel come here quick, it's raining lizards. Darn it, Fred, you've missed your meds again. No seriously, Hazel, it's actually raining big-ass lizards. That's it, Fred, I'm calling your therapist — and take your damn meds.

‘LARGE MARGE' IN DEEP YOU-KNOW-WHAT

As of late, she's been called “a trailer park hood rat,” a “threat to national security,” and one far-right radio pundit noted that after recent media coverage of her divorce she has “stopped talking about dildos and butt plugs.” Exactly who are these ultra-conservatives talking about? If you guessed QAnon acolyte Marjorie Taylor Greene, you'd be right. MTG has found herself in the crosshairs of her one-time fellow crazies. You're right Wilson, it couldn't happen to a nicer person. It seems they don't like her supporting Kevin McCarthy for Speaker 'cause he's not extreme enough. “There is something so odd about what is going on between McCarthy and MTG,” wrote far-right organizer Ali Alexander. McCarthy must be blackmailing her, said pundit Mike Crispi, nothing else makes sense. Radio host Stew Peters didn't hold back, either. “Marjorie is not America First, but regrettably a faker and a liar who raised millions claiming she would impeach Biden.” Others in her caucus couldn't help but to mentioned MTG's alleged affairs with a “tantric sex guru” as well as the manager of her gym. When the Republican-controlled House convenes in January expect a lot of body slams, knuckle shuffles and flying leg locks. WWE and professional wrestling won't have anything on this show.

Post script —

That's it for another festive week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of would-be insurrectionists so you don't have to. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it. The freshly minted Jan. 6 committee report reveals that Sen. Mike Lee spent a month trying to convince state legislatures to endorse a second set of electors that would vote for Trump. When the plot looked to be failing, Lee changed course and eventually voted to certify Biden's election. On Christmas Day, the Salt Lake Tribune announced it's readers pick for “Utahn of the Year.” Holy Jack Gallivan, they selected Mike Lee. You're right Wilson, that's about all you need to know about Utah. Meanwhile, back at the Tribune Tower, the editorial board selected its own “Utahn of the Year” — University of Utah football coach Kyle Whittingham, who made $6 million this year. And that's about all you need to know about college sports. The salary of the president of the University of Utah, Taylor R. Randall, was $524,109 in 2021, not exactly peanuts but still some $5 ½ million less than the football coach. But still the university post pays a lot more than that of U.S. senator — Mike Lee only makes $174,000. No wonder he shops at Mr. Mac.

Alright Wilson, Whittingham's Runnin' Utes are headed back to the Rose Bowl and that's a good thing. But the Utah Fight Song, aka “A Utah Man Am I,” has been labeled, well, a sexist, backward, male chauvinist ditty. Things could get a little dicey, so it might be wise for the band to have goalie masks at the ready, just in case. OK, hit it and then duck:

I am a Utah Man, sir, and I live across the green, Our gang it is the jolliest that you have ever seen. Our coeds are the fairest and each one's a shining star, Our yell, you'll hear it ringing through the mountains near and far!

Who am I, sir, A Utah Man am I! A Utah Man, sir, Will be 'til I die. Ki-yi!

We're up to snuff, we never bluff, we're game for any fuss. No other gang of college men dare meet us in a muss. So fill your lungs and sing it out and shout it to the sky, We'll fight for dear old crimson for a Utah Man am I! Ki-yi!

Who am I, sir, A Utah Man am I! A Utah Man, sir, Will be 'til I die. Ki-yi!

We may not live forever on this jolly good sphere, But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer, And when our college days are o'er and night is drawing nigh, With parting breath we'll sing that song: "A Utah Man Am I."

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another name goes up in lights, you wonder if you’ll make it out alive

Chapter 10: and I don't talk shit about you on the internet, never told anyone anything bad

Part of @julieandthephantomsbb

Rating: T

Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Background Willex, Background Kayla/Reggie

Tags: Past Julie/Nick, Alternate Universe, no ghosts, Well kinda but they aren't real, Everyone Is Alive, TV Show, Hollywood, Cussing, Hollywood sucks, All the guys parents suck, Bobby is okay, hollywood is sexist, Sexism, Song references galore, JATP Big Bang 2022, Carrie isn't a good person, Nick isn't a good person

Chapter 10 Posted: 8/16/2022

Summary:

Phantoms, the new Network TV show, recently got picked up for its second season and filming is already underway. The show follows a special government unit tasked with dealing with the supernatural. The series will return Marci Harrison who portrays the lead detective in charge of a group of junior detectives (Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Kayla Caro), forensic scientists (Luke Patterson and Julie Molina), and a rookie detective (Flynn Rider).

Julie Molina is enjoying her time on Phantoms, the supernatural detective show. It had been her saving grace after being blacklisted from basically everywhere following her media feud with former Disney Channel costar Carrie Wilson that tanked her music career before it even started.

But with rumors that the show isn’t going to get a third season, Julie is worried about her career completely ending with no jobs or recording contracts in sight.

Add in the fact that even if they get a third season, Julie’s costar might leave the show and go off to pursue his music career.

And Julie is trying to understand why said costar potentially leaving is making her so upset.

Chapter 10 Summary:

Phantoms goes viral

It's not for a good reason

Collection: JATP Big Band 2022

Read on AO3

Keep Reading for an excerpt

They didn’t know who released them all, but it had to be someone with ties to the studio but not directly involved in the show.

Julie feared that it was in retaliation for what had happened the previous week, but everyone assured her that it couldn’t have been. Because it didn’t hurt her, it hurt the entire production team, the producers, the cast, and the studio. No one whose job was tied to the show could have done it, because it made them look so bad.

Not all bad press was good press.

No, this press put the show in a terrible light, and would severely hurt the chances of it being renewed.

Phantoms is trending on Twitter

TVWeekly: The sophomore show Phantoms is heading into the tail end of the season and the show has been riveting up for the finale despite a lack of renewal news. But, new documents have been released by an anonymous source including the contracts for all of the cast.

“I always secretly knew that Luke was making more money than me,” Julie told the females in their cast as they got their hair and makeup done in the trailer the morning after the news dropped. “Like, yes our roles are the same but Luke has so many more credits and experience than me it makes sense.”

“That’s understandable, but you could compare your career to Reggie and Alex’s, especially because you three were on children's networks and yet they are making significantly more than you an episode,” Flynn pointed out.

“They also have higher billing than me. Alex is third and Reggie is fourth and I’m seventh. They have bigger roles in the show,” Julie responded.

“That is highly debatable but what about the music contracts? You really think that Luke should be making significantly more money than you for the covers,” Kayla challenged.

What.

Julie didn’t know about that.

“Our music contracts were posted?” Julie asked, her voice starting to shake. She had only really glanced at it this morning. All the top tweets were the numbers of their contracts per episode, where she was in dead last by a lot. Her number was rivaling Bobby, who was only a guest star.

“Yeah Julie, someone must have finally read them because they are being blasted everywhere right now,” Flynn answered, handing her phone with a tweet pulled up to show Julie.

She saw the numbers.

“You have more experience than Luke in terms of legitimate music jobs. Sure, he did that movie this summer but it wasn’t released yet at the time. You had a successful Disney show where you sang at least two songs every episode and had legit albums that you were featured on,” Flynn continued.

Julie knew this.

She took a deep breath. “Yup.”

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

She was trying not to cry and ruin the makeup artist's work. This wasn’t Ashley’s fault, she didn’t deserve to have to redo her work.

“Shit Julie, we weren’t trying to upset you. We just wanted to make sure you were aware and how bullshit it was.”

“It is very much bullshit,” Mrs. Harrison finally spoke up. “And don’t let Julie’s case distract you from your guys.” She pointed at Kayla and Flynn. “Flynn, you are second billing and the lead of all the younger cast, yet, Luke is making more than you as well and Alex and Reggie are barely behind you. You know I love those boys and I don’t blame them, but Luke only has maybe one or two credits on you and you were in a giant superhero movie. That shouldn’t be happening. Kayla, you are only beating Julie yet you do the most stunt work on the show. Sure, you probably have the least amount of credits compared to everyone else, but you shouldn’t be that far off of Alex and Reggie. We could say one of those guys has a better agent than the rest of us, but I know their agents, it wasn’t that. This studio decided to low ball its female cast just because they could and they decided to absolutely fuck Julie over who they probably thought they could pull this shit on because of some fabricated stories.”

The three young ladies couldn’t say anything for a second, in total shock at Mrs. Harrison's outburst.

Flynn finally spoke. “What should we do?”

“I’m not completely sure yet,” Mrs. Harrison replied. “But don’t you guys think for one second that I’m not going to help you.”

#jatp juke #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #juke #julie molina #jatp #juke fic #alex mercer #reggie peters #willie jatp #carrie wilson #bobby wilson #flynn jatp #caleb covington

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look, if we want to talk about tfatws ep 6, we're gonna have to actually talk about tfatws ep 6, and that includes the pitfalls. so negativity ahead, but i will be positive at the end. i really will.

i'm half convinced that the team forgot that competent plot lines exist. i get time constraints, i understand that, but there is a point where the plot points that are supposed to be shocking feel rushed and inconsistent.

sharon carter as the power broker. complete abandonment of her canon values, inconsistent with her actions in previous episodes. there are other posts that explain it better than i could, i'll reblog them as i see them. but it doesn't make sense from a narrative standpoint for this show in particular. once again, they did her character dirty. she is going to be hated once more, not that they had to try that hard in the first place to get fans to turn on her.

karli morgenthau's death. again, felt too rushed, and it was sharon who killed her? instead of someone who had it out for her in the first place, like... i don't know... john walker?

introduction of someone who is apparently not madame hydra??? i don't know who she is. she was there only to never actually be introduced as anyone significant. casual viewers likely still have no idea who she is.

we ended up never actually taking a deep dive into sam's character. his justifications for his own actions and morals felt like what they were--an estimation of a black man's perspective coming from a white man, (edit, this sentence was unclear) so that when a black man is finally at the helm, it feels clunky and inconsistent. especially this episode. he contradicts himself and remains vague on the personal reasons behind his decision to pick up the mantle, and i blame that solely on the writers. who i am convinced have never read a sam comic in their lives.

john walker's weird redemption moment. yes, i'm aware that he is not a complete cut and dry villain in the comics. having bucky banter with him when bucky hated him in previous episodes? inconsistent.

joaquín. he has sam's wings, yet he has been in his fatigues in just about every scene past episode one. not one mention of him becoming the falcon. that mantle was passed in a blink and you'll miss it line, and they didn't feel prudent to return to that in episode 6?

positivity moment, though.

sam wilson is captain america. despite how weird the writing did him, he carries that mantle. the show is captain america and the winter soldier. he has that shield, and regardless of why, he is captain america. and he looks damn good (why did they get rid of that line ugh).

sam wilson!!!! anthony mackie!!!! give anthony all the flowers, you guys. his performance, despite what little he truly had to shape into something compelling, was phenomenal. he was a compelling character. and maybe i'm biased, but mackie gave an incredible performance.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #captain america #sharon carter #karli morgenthau #john walker #sam wilson #joaquin torres #the falcon and the winter soldier #criticism

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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Slade Wilson X Reader

Summary: "This is a choice Y/N", he'd whispered, "remember that. Your submission is a gift. You are mine, but only because you give yourself freely. It's very important that our adventure be based on those truths. Do you understand?". "Yes Sir. I give myself to you...".

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Bondage. Dom/Sub.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I wrote this sometime last year but never posted it. So, to celebrate my birthday, I’m posting it now. Enjoy my beauties xoxo

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“Slade?”.

Total darkness. Total silence; save for the sound of your panting, loud in your head. Your sight is deprived by a silk eye mask, a specialty item carefully selected. The ear plugs are more generic, yet the effect is no less erotic. Your world is reduced to the senses he has allowed you to keep. Smell; his cologne and his skin, his clean sheets, the warm wax of candles, your open, dripping pussy. Taste; the head of his cock, -brushed all too briefly across your lips then withdrawn, lingering on your lips. Touch; earlier, his tongue and lips and fingers and other things being caressed and teased over your skin, now, just the burning tingle of desire.

“S-sorry, Sir?”.

You also marvel at the feel of soft and unyielding leather. While not uncomfortable, he has bound you in a way that leaves you completely open and exposed to him. It also makes it impossible to touch your aching, swollen clitoris. Your left wrist and left ankle are shackled together by restraints that are of such quality, it’s clear that Slade spares no expense where his games are concerned. Your right side is identically bound, and there you lie, in the middle of his vast bed.

Your mouth is dry from breathing through it, and because clearly all the moisture in your body has fled to that part of your body that so readily displays to him your arousal and need. You admire, not for the first time, at the way you respond to him. More than simply a physiological response to sexual stimulation, your pussy seems to open and spread like a flower for him, your nectar rushing forth, over your lips and down your inner thighs and ass. You have the time to reflect on this response because he has stopped the delicious seduction that seems to have continued for hours.

As has become his habit, he plays with your mind and body in so many ways, keeping you dangling so close to release and yet still completely within his control. It is overwhelming, maddening and intoxicating all at once. So here you writhe, fingertips unable to reach the spot you hunger to touch, breathing ragged, and nerve endings on fire. This game has become a familiar and wonderful one. Though your need for his touch, his lips, his cock and glorious release is nearly all-consuming, your trust in him is also complete. In the momentary lull of his expert teasing of your body, your mind wanders back to that first world changing day in his office.

Your body had been spent, pushed to the limit of what you had thought possible in terms of experiencing pleasure. Your body was sheened in sweat, and you lay in his arms on the giant sofa that until then you hadn't even been invited to sit on. Despite all evidence to the contrary, his arms had been the safest and most perfect place to come to rest. Slade had stroked your hair, kissing you gently on your lips and cheeks and forehead. He'd whispered soft, gentle, soothing words. It had seemed such a contrast to the commanding, dominant manner, in which he had drawn such body-shaking climaxes from you.

"This is a choice Y/N", he'd whispered, "remember that. Your submission is a gift. You are mine, but only because you give yourself freely. It's very important that our adventure be based on those truths. Do you understand?".

"Yes Sir. I give myself to you...".

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So began the journey with Slade. It had been like seeing colours for the first time as this new world unfolded. His care and adoration for you was absolute, but that didn't stop him using your body however he liked; you'd been fucked in your ass and pussy and mouth, spanked, caned and cuffed, licked and masturbated in his office, his home, in public.

A touch returns you to the now. The touch is soft and light, but no, not his fingers this time. You recognise the cool leather tongue of his riding crop. When first you viewed this implement you recoiled at the apparent cruelty it spoke of. But in his hands you have come to crave it's kisses. It is more an instrument of pleasure than a device of pain.

A series of light strokes splash across your stomach and breasts, followed by a sharp glance on your exposed inner thighs. You whimper and writhe a little. Your body has begun to recognise the patterns and familiarities of his play. There will be light smacks on your pussy soon, and your back arches at the memory. Like a cool, smooth tongue, it is more of a gentle lapping than a smack. He brushes the crop over each nipple, followed by a smack.

The subtle sting of the contact brings your nipples to a straining hardness. The leather slides smoothly over your belly. You let out a groan and your hips thrust upwards, eagerly awaiting contact. Once, twice, a third time Slade spanks your pussy. Immediately the leather is replaced with two slippery fingers, trapping and teasing your swollen clitoris. This time it is a cry of lust and ecstasy that escape your lips. He slowly works the flesh up and down, dipping every now and again to catch the sweet wetness flowing freely from you and painting it over you.

In your mind's eye you imagine what you must look like to him; moaning and gasping, cuffed and writhing, open and wet. You picture him gazing down at you. His cock will be like iron, thick and veined and pulsing. In the beginning you held strong misgivings that his predilection for these games was some sort of extortion of power over you. He had allayed your fears shortly after that beautiful day in his office, when your second encounter unfolded.

That tryst had ended with him fiercely holding you, proclaiming his adoration once again. The booking had been in a secluded corner of a restaurant overlooking the city. A single candle flickering between you had lit his face in a completely different way. The stern, business-like manner was softened into something more boyish and playful. During dinner he smiled more than you'd ever seen before, with an easy laugh that was musical and infectious. At different points, while regarding you with a steady gaze, he'd commented on how amazing you looked, your hair, your scent.

This other side of him was intoxicating in a different way and made the contrast with his dominant side even more irresistible. Which is why there was a flood of warmth that washed through you immediately when he leaned close and asked about his First Rule. You'd blushed instantly. You had carefully selected your outfit, applied makeup, and slid into thigh high black stockings and wispy black lace panties.

"Y/N", Slade whispered, "Lift your eyes".

You'd looked up to see something predatory desirous in his eyes.

"Have you followed the rules already?".

"No Sir", you'd replied.

"Well then, you'll have to rectify the situation, just as you did in my office".

Nodding, you had gone to stand up, but a gentle hand on your shoulder had stopped you. This time the glint was more mischief. Sitting down slowly, rising panic had clashed with delicious naughtiness. He wants you to remove your panties right here at the table. This is even more ridiculous than standing alone in his office. So why can you feel the dampness sliding between your legs? He arouses such desire in you, and with an ease that borders on shocking. His world, which a month ago would have graced only your darkest fantasy, is now slowly consuming you.

Trust. That is what he had offered and asked for. Just as it had been in his office, you have the choice to stand up and walk away. Like then, it is knowledge that you won't that shocks you. Though you had not yet realised it, this was the moment when you felt a shift, a movement away from horrified disbelief at it all and towards the heady thrill and indulgence.

With your heart thumping in your throat and your mouth dry, you had glanced around the room, and back to him. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, mixed with lust and expectation. The position that you were both in meant that in a real sense, you could easily comply with him and no one would be the wiser unless they were standing next to the table. That didn't stop the feeling of absolute certainty that someone would see you remove your panties and reveal your wet pussy right there at the table. The idea alone pushed your heartbeat faster.

Manoeuvring in your seat you were able to edge the hem of your skirt up slowly. To your satisfaction, he had leaned over to watch more closely, and you caught a glimpse of the bulge straining beneath the fabric of his pants.

When the material was low enough, you glanced down at the dampness on the dark fabric. Your pussy was aching then, your clit swollen and insistent. Hooking your fingers into the fabric you slipped them past your knees in one easy moment. The panties deposited on the floor beneath your table, you had leaned back and spread your legs a little wider, letting Slade gaze down at your smooth, pink lips. On a whim, and completely against better judgement, you slipped off your shoe and placed a stockinged foot on his seat, raising your knee above the table. The look of surprise at this had been even more satisfying than the lust. With a demure smile you then placed your feet back on the floor and turned back to finish your main course.

The rest of the meal had been a blur, save for two things. After your playful and slightly smug manner at having completed your task, he had upped the ante by reaching down, collecting the silken garment at his feet, and placing it in the inner pocket of his suit. But not before rubbing his thumb across the wet fabric.

The second moment was during dessert of fresh summer berries. Taking a strawberry from your bowl, he had placed a guiding hand on the inside of your thigh. Shifting the material of your skirt up, he had once again exposed your bare pussy. You had stared transfixed as the bright red of the fruit moved to your delicate outer lips. You gasped at the chill, then stifled a cry as the ever so slightly rough skin of the strawberry barely parted you. Your cheeks had flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he had proceeded to fuck you gently with the fruit. You gripped the edges of the chair and closed your eyes as he used the tip to apply pressure to your clitoris. All at once the sensation disappeared and you had opened your eyes to see him devouring the fruit.

"Delicious", Slade whispered.

You could still feel the coolness as you imagined what a romantic sight the two of you must have been from afar; eating fruit from one another's plate. If only they knew how deliciously dirty it was.

After dessert he had whisked you away, a car collecting you both out the front. In the back of the car, your seduction continued. Aware of the driver's eyes in the rear-view mirror, he had very deliberately licked two fingers, holding them glistening in the streetlight before you.

"Spread", he ordered.

Without additional prompting, you also lifted your skirt and watched as he trapped your clit between two fingers. Your fingers had gripped your seatbelt and stifled a moan.

"Do you like being fingered in public Y/N?", once again it was the obscene words that were just as much a turn on as the physical.

"Yes...Sir", you breathed. You really did. Taking no heed of the driver, all you were aware of was him and your submission to him.

He was casually alternating between working your clit in tiny circles and curling a finger just inside your hot, wet opening, "I'm going to finger you like this until we get to my apartment, but you are not to come", he added.

You pressed yourself against his hand, and he obliged with a quickening of pace and pressure. Yet even as the pleasure built, it was the truth echoed through the sensation. Your orgasm was totally in his control. You were his, to pleasure as he wanted. It was, and is, so hot.

He continued to increase his pace and pressure before backing off, edging you until you were biting your wrist to keep from amplifying your lustful moans. By the time the driver had deposited you both, you were in a complete state, ready to fuck and be fucked and then do it all over again. What was obvious was Slade was in the same state, and barely able to maintain control of himself. The thought of his cool dominance being overcome with lust made you want to get him inside even more. What would he be like when he lost control?

Kissing passionately all the way through the front door, the two of you had stumbled through his house to an entertaining area adjacent to the kitchen. There was a large and beautiful wooden dining table on a thick shaggy rug. Picking you up with one arm, he used the other to sweep unseen items onto the floor before placing you roughly on the table. At once he had your skirt up and was devouring your pussy.

Gone was the practiced manipulation, replaced by animal lust. And it was amazing. His tongue snaked over your engorged outer lips and slipped over the exposed inner ones. He flicked and sucked and occasionally nibbled your clitoris. All the while your head had been thrown back, your fingers tangled in his hair. The sheer passion of his onslaught quickly caused ripples of tension to echo out from between your legs. Your pussy was clenching and your thighs spasming.

"Oh fuck Sir, I'm so close, don't stop! Make me come for you Sir, make me surrender to you...", You held your breath as you lay suspended for the longest moment at the crest of your climax before it came crashing down. You ground your pussy against his face again and again as you rode the pleasure. After what seemed an age, the intensity began to subside. But unlike in his office, Slade was not done with you yet. He stood up and you could see the sheen of your pussy smeared all over his cheeks and chin. He leant over and kissed you, letting you taste your orgasm on his lips. As he did, his fingers found the back of your head and gathered your hair into a bundle.

"On your knees Y/N", his voice was a growl.

The thought of him using you to pleasure himself immediately set your arousal off again. Scrambling off the table, you found yourself kneeling before him. Holding you firmly by your hair, he had tilted your head back. As you watched he used the other hand to unzip his fly.

Despite his obvious arousal, he teased you a little. Reaching into his pants he grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked in out of your view. He closed his eyes and groaned, making your craving for him even more acute.

"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock. Let me pleasure your cock".

Looking down at you he pulled his cock out. It was glorious. You wanted it with a ferocity that startled you. Thick and hard, it had beautiful veins decorating the length of his shaft and the head was pink and shining. You had wasted no time, grabbing the base with one hand and sliding the head into your waiting lips. It was smooth and hard and delicious. It seemed to swell even more as you began to slide your hand up and down the shaft while your tongue circled the head.

Between your legs you felt a drop of wetness escape your lips. The feeling of him sliding down your throat, his shaft rock hard in your hand, his fingers holding your hair and the sound of his moans of pleasure were divine. You began to squeeze tighter and work him more quickly when his breath hissed through his teeth and pulled his hips away. You had looked up pleadingly at him, scandalised that you wanted nothing more than for him to shoot his hot come into your mouth.

"Not yet Y/N", the flush of his chest and cheeks told you that he had been close, awfully close.

"First you're going to let me take my pleasure in other ways. Sit back on the table, and spread your legs, I want to see you cum again for me".

By this stage you'd have done just about anything for him, and your fingers were already at your clit by the time you were back up on the table. Before you, Slade proceeded to undress carefully, taking his time and catching his breath watching you all the while. He stripped out of his suit, but leaving his crisp, white shirt on. His cock stood out, hard and twitching. The whole process was intoxicating.

He stepped forward and swatted your hand out of his way. You gasped as he thrust three fingers into your dripping pussy. For a moment you thought he was going to take over, but he stepped back, and to your delight used your juice to lubricate the head of his penis. You needed no prompting, as your second orgasm was building again. You had fantasised for so long about something terribly similar to the scenario unfolding before you now. The reality was so much more erotic. Slade stroking his cock in front of you and using you for his pleasure were all elements around which your most recent daydreams were built.

You wanted so desperately to drive him to even more abandon; a show was what he needed. The heat and the energy and the urgency of him served to fuel your own desire.

"Do you like this Sir? Your Y/N all open and wet and turned on for you?".

Now it was Slade’s turn to have his communicative abilities reduced, "Oh fuck...", was all he was able to grunt.

Looking up at him, you could see the delicious strain your exhibition was placing on him. His breathing was shallow, his face a mask of concentration and his fist tightly wrapped around his bulging cock. It looked like he was struggling to hold back from the edge of orgasm.

"This feels so good Sir".

The words tumbled from you now, arousal burning even brighter within you seeing his response to them. Each phrase seemed to strike him, causing a convulsion of pleasure as he heard each dirty word.

"I want you to own my sweet pussy Sir! Please fuck me, fuck your dirty little slut!".

This seemed almost too much and he was forced to stop and grip the base of his throbbing cock, and steady himself on his feet. He looked up at you, and there was a grin on his face. There was also a look of such wonder, play, adoration and lust that your heart stopped for a moment. Despite the sexual charge, you couldn't help but grin back at him. The moment was perfect, and far from diminishing the erotic nature of the situation, it somehow amplified it.

"You are quite remarkable Y/N. And you have a filthy mouth!".

A moment of shyness had overtaken you then, and you remember blushing. He began to move towards you.

"Please don't misunderstand", he said, "I love it. But now I'm going to show you what happens to naughty girls with naughty mouths".

At once the shyness disappeared as the heat of the moment returned. Despite your wetness pooling underneath you, he leaned down and gave your pussy one long luxurious lick. That it was totally unnecessary made the movement even hotter. Him before you, the air of control and dominance very much returned. His stiff cock now hovered just before your engorged, dripping, slick opening. You stared at him, willing him to fill you. He brushed the head lightly over your clit and you cried out. Then you felt him begin to penetrate you. With agonising slowness, Slade’s cock slid into you. It was the first time he had been inside you, and yet it felt as though you were made to be wrapped around him.

The feeling was exquisite, and his short gasps told you he was experiencing the same thing. He had felt impossibly hard, but you were so wet that he parted you with ease. He began to slide back out, and you felt yourself clenching around him, causing him to shudder. He had begun to fuck you with long, slow strokes, however, almost immediately his veneer of practised control began to slip again, replaced with the animal desire he'd showed earlier.

Slade grabbed hold of one of your thighs, and, in his lewdest act yet, he let a pearl of saliva drip from his lips. It landed cool right on your clitoris. You gasped at the raw, wicked sensation of it, then the feeling of his thumb on your clit brought something closer to a scream.

"Oh Y/N, you have such a perfect, tight pussy. Fuck".

There was nothing luxurious about his actions by now. He pounded into you with each thrust, his thumb echoing each movement. You rocked back and forth with each thrust, totally lost in the pleasure of it all. Then all at once the pleasure condensed, pulling inwards to your pussy where it floated for a moment before exploding outwards. Arching and stretching back, you released everything that had built over the course of the evening. He fucked the orgasm through you, thrusting again and again and again. He seemed to sense your climax subsiding and slowed his pace. You looked up to see the sweat jewelling across his brow.

"Get on your knees again", Slade was barely able to get the words out. Quickly getting into position before him, you'd instinctively opened your mouth while you again took in the sight of his beautiful cock. He returned his hand to stroking himself, looking into your eyes. He grabbed a clump of your hair, tilted you back just a bit. Slade’s moans were a symphony to you as his orgasm exploded through him. The first hot rope of his delicious come missed your open mouth and lined your cheek.

But the second, third and fourth laced your tongue. He tasted salty and sweet and hot. Every muscle in his body seemed to be straining with the intensity of the climax. His strokes slowed more and more as he worked every last drop of cum from his glistening cock. You'd manoeuvred yourself under the head to catch the last drops as they slid from him, then ravenously sucked him into your mouth.

With a staggering shudder he collapsed onto the rug, pulling you down beside him. His mouth was still open, chest heaving and eyes closed, but he grabbed you and pulled you close to him. With your head on his chest, he held onto you fiercely, his embrace warm and safe.

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You return to the here and now. While Slade masturbates you with practiced ease, his other hand finds its way into your hair. Gathering most of it he gently pulls your head back, holding you firmly in place. He is in total control, and it's wonderful. You've come to know the ecstasy of surrender, of having cares and concerns and misgivings and doubts swept away.

"Are you properly ready to be fucked my beautiful little slut?", his voice is muffled by the ear plugs.

"Oh Sir, I am. I am so ready to be your slut!", Your reply comes in gasps.

"That's where you're wrong Y/N".

A cool finger barely touches your anus, which contracts and tingles at the contact. All your movement and breathing stops, and for a moment you are perfectly still, suspended for a moment in the most glorious anticipation. As though further contact might be scared off if you make a sound, you silently will his touch again. After what seems an age, there is contact, though not as you would have expected. Instead, you hear two muffled sounds.

Snick. Snick.

At the same moment you realise your movements are further restricted and each binding is now linked to a cord anchored to the bed frame above your head. Your pussy and ass are now perfectly presented for him. Almost immediately his tongue finds your throbbing clit. With the restraints secured you are now able to relax your muscles and allow the bindings to hold the weight of your legs. As such you can completely focus on the sensation of his rough but slippery tongue sliding over your pussy.

Slade’s tongue flicks with precision over you, but every now and again it wanders further down. He teases your lips, inner thighs, and once in an amazing while he treats your ass to a delicate flutter. The combination is simply blissful.

After a while, his tongue ceases its wonderful torture, but his fingers continue to stroke the outer lips of your pussy. Then you feel something cool and smooth press just past your opening and begin to buzz. He slides it smoothly inside you where it rests simultaneously against your g-spot and clitoris, nuzzling gently against both. He has used this device on you before; the small remote allows him to control the speed and intensity of the sensations. He sets the device to a gentle hum, and it whispers soft pulses inside and out. The pulsing seems to match your heartbeat and in your prone state all you can do is revel in the sensation.

His tongue is the first thing you feel. Rough but gentle, it laps across and around your hole, causing you to moan louder than before. His growls match your own; he loves doing this to you. With the remote he matches the variation and pace of his tongue with the toy inside you. It's like a concert of sensations, conducted with expertise and grace. A finger joins his tongue, adding yet another layer. His fingertip gently presses at your opening while the tongue continues to flutter over the whole area.

When he finally penetrates you, it is only with the pad of his little finger, but the sensation of relaxing and surrendering to let him in that far is divine. His finger is slick and slippery with his favourite lubricant, so there is nothing but silkiness inside your ass. The vibrator slows to barely a whisper, allowing you to focus in on the sensation of having him inside you. Without any insistence or pressing from him, your muscles relax momentarily, pulling him a few more millimetres in. Your head shakes from side to side, and behind the mask, your eyes are rolling. He dials up the intensity of the toy again, causing you once again to relax and draw him inward.

"Good girl", his words reach you through the ear plugs and the praise induces another excited wave from head to toe.

Slade only has his little finger up to the first knuckle inside you, yet every tiny movement feels exquisite and hints at the levels of pleasure still to come. Again, he manipulates the pulse of the vibrator, at the same time as pulling out minutely before sliding in a little deeper. His little finger is now buried in you, and you revel in the sensation of your muscles clenching and relaxing around him.

Without moving his finger, he plants delicate kisses on your stomach and inner thighs while your body gets used to him. All the while the toy in your pussy massages your g-spot and hums against your hard clitoris. The orgasm that is building is like dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

The movements are almost imperceptible at first. There is no discomfort or pressure, just wonderful sensation.

"Please Sir, more. I want more", Your own voice is loud in your ears.

Very gradually he builds up the movement and speed of his finger, sliding smoothly in and out of you. Every now and again he pauses as he slides out, adding more lube to his finger, making the slide back in feel even sexier. It is a luxurious gentle fucking which you know is a prelude to something much more. Sensing your readiness, the little finger slides out completely, to be replaced a moment later with a very slippery middle finger. As though completely restarting, he very gently applies pressure until your muscles relax and allow him to slip back inside you.

"You have the most amazing ass Y/N", Slade speaks loud enough for you to hear through the ear plugs and the haze of arousal, "Soon you'll be ready to be fucked for my pleasure".

Light and sound flood in and for a moment you are overwhelmed by the influx of stimulus. As your eyes adjust, you see Slade smiling at you from between your legs. Sure enough the restraints are holding you up and open for him. It looks amazing from your angle, and you smile back at him as you imagine how good it must look from his perspective. As he reaches up to gently caress your cheek, he slips a second finger into your ass. You accept it with complete ease. The tightness allows you to feel the shaft of the toy in your pussy through the wall that separates them.

With ease his fingers pump into you with more energy than before, showing you both how ready you are to take his cock.

"Sir, I want you in my ass. Please own me completely. Make me come Sir, please, don't make me beg".

Without pulling out, Slade sits up, letting you see how hard his cock is. It looks like it's about to burst already, twitching and throbbing before you. With his other had he gives the shaft some lazy sweeping strokes, which draws a low rumbling moan from him.

Gently he extracts his fingers then squeezes a generous line of the lube along his shaft and head. As he edges closer to you, he works his cock until it is as hard as possible. You're panting at him, and dirty demands and encouragement continue to tumble from you.

He manoeuvres the tip of his cock inside you, and it feels exquisite. Hot and hard and smooth and unyielding all at once. He only allows the head to penetrate you, then he stops. Your body welcomes him and he moans, long and low. The toy is now pulsing and buzzing with even more intensity than before, and the vibration helps everything to relax. Millimetre at a time, he eases himself into your ass, never rushing, never forcing. The sensation is nothing short of wonderful. Once he's buried inside you, he leans down to kiss you, eagerly seeking out your lips and tongue. His kisses are rough like this when he's at his most aroused, and the idea of Slade losing control while he fucks your arse only turns you on more.

He begins to move. Despite his own obvious arousal, he is careful and measured, retreating very slowly, then sliding the full length in again. Twice more he repeats this, very slowly and carefully. The next time he pulls out, he coats his shaft in more cool, deliciously slippery lube, so that his next thrust is a little faster but no less marvellous.

"Don't come until you are given permission", he growls.

Your orgasm has been building since before he penetrated you, and is edging dangerously close to overwhelming you, but you know better than to defy this order. Beneath the arm of the vibrator, your clit is almost impossibly hard. The delightful touch of the toy nearly pushes you over the edge.

"Yes Sir", you whimper, waves of euphoric pleasure crash through your body.

The pressure of his cock presses the toy against your g-spot. You feel so deliciously full, but you crave orgasm. He increases the intensity of the toy so that your body hangs just at the edge of climax, and you will him, to allow your release.

"Do you like fucking my tight little ass Sir?", you whisper, "My tight, dirty little ass? I want you to fuck me Sir, use me to get off, shoot your hot come in my ass".

His thrusting has become less controlled, his face slick with sweat. He begins to mumble unintelligibly while he pounds into you. Your world is reduced to a blissful, floating plane of pleasure as you lie suspended by restraints. Then he speaks the words you have wanted to hear.

"Come for me Y/N...".

His words and the sensation of his hot come spurting into you trigger your climax. The pleasure that had focused into your belly now lights up along every nerve, rolling like a thunderbolt from your core outwards. This is pleasure unlike you had comprehended before you met him, but he draws it from you with such ease.

At some point while you drift through the wonderful haze of orgasm, he has released the restraints, supporting your legs as he places them gently back on the bed. Your wrists are already free, and instinctively your arms wrap around him as he pulls you near. He holds you close and traces his fingertips across your back. The tingling is intense but sublime.

"You are perfect Y/N, just perfect", he whispers.

"Thank you, Sir, that felt amazing”.

The two of you lie there, breathing heavily. After a while, his lips move close to your ear.

"When you've recovered, your training will continue...".

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