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lordkambe · 4 years

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i’m sorry if this is a really weird thing to request but ...nsfw hcs of headmaster crowley?

🕊 character, fandom, type of reader: headmaster dire crowley, twisted wonderland, woman / gender neutral reader.

🕊 genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🕊 themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, master kink, sadism kink, light bondage, humiliation, voyeurism, spanking, biting.

🕊 author’s note: this isn’t weird at all because i too would love dire crowley to dick me down. i really love miyamoto mitsuru voice ( hence why i simp heavily for mori from bsd ) and when i opened twisted wonderland for the first time i almost died... this man truly has a voice as sweet and smooth as honey. also isn’t dire crowley kinda hot ? i mean... we haven’t seen his face in full but i know he’s fine... i know he is. anways i’m going to STFU ! i hope you enjoy this my dear anon and i apologize for the wait~

+ crowley really acts like he “doesn’t know anything” and most likely acts shy whenever things get suggestive. he allows you to take the reigns at the start. he loves it when you sit on his lap and remove his mask. litter his cheeks and nose with kisses before paying special attention to his lips.

+ he’s kissing you softly and passionately. the hands he has on your waist is also very soft. then suddenly he grips your hips with force and kisses you faster and harder. he clashes his teeth against yours before eventually he opens them with his tongue. he loves making out with you. simple as that. you can feel him get hard between your legs. but since he’s got such a tight grip on your waist you can’t grind up against him.

+ he really enjoys teasing you so he spends a long time kissing you. not just on your lips ;) he pays extra attention to your jawline and the slope of your neck. he you can feel his hand holding your head as you extend your neck further for him to kiss and even nibble on your skin. he blows in your ear and whispers a mix of sweet nothings and dirty talk. “gorgeous but naughty, naughty girl.”

+ this isn’t because i love crowley’s seiyuu but ... he loves to talk during intimate moments mainly because he’s probably into humiliating you. it’s very light humiliation. he likes to mention how excited your getting and how he can feel your wetness under him. he continuously calls your body “lewd” and “naughty.” he asks, “while you were waiting for me, did you touch yourself in anticipation?”

+ building on that, he praises you as well. “you take me so well y/n.” followed by “you feel so warm and tight around me~” his voice is low almost close to a growl. he’s devilish with his words, i just know it.

+ no doubt he’s into voyeurism. but in a sense that he likes to watch you pleasure yourself. he remains clothed; probably still has is mask on as well and just watches you. he caught you accidently touching yourself and it just became a kink of is. he instructs you on how to touch yourself. “slide those elegant fingers in and out of you. watch them as you do. look at them covered in your lewd juices.”

+ he likes undressing you. he takes his time to remove your clothing one by one. each time skin is shown he places a kiss there. his fingers dance across your body. if you have scars or stretch marks he pays them extra attention with kisses.

+ could eat you out until sunrise to sundown. he loves the feeling of your legs around his head. but majority of the time he’s got his hands on your thighs. he forces your hips down onto the matters and instructs you to open your legs wide as they can go. he sucks on your clit and fingers you at the same time. but he never lets you cum that way. ever.

+ he loves it when you ride him. when you lean forward and show him your breasts he goes insane. he kisses your breasts, sucks on your nipples, he leaves multiple love marks on them. he’s a tit man i know it. because of that, he’s into titty fucking. and when you lick the tip of his cock while he tit fucks you, it makes him throw his head back and moan.

+ since crowely wants to pleasure you the most. you don’t get to ear him moan that often minus a few soft, submissive like moans. it isn’t until you pleasure him that you’re able to hear his moans. they are so beautiful but he gets shy about it~

+ he likes hearing your voice though. he demands that you let out your voice even if you’re embarrassed. he also enjoys it when you praise him. tell him how good he feels and tell him that your body belongs to him.

+ he would never have sex with you on university grounds because he’s a professional and doesn’t want to risk his reputation being soiled. but that doesn’t stop him from teasing you ( and you teasing him ! ) he comes up behind you and whispers something in your ear about how beautiful you sounded the night before. you can feel his hands roam around your body but they never seem to touch where you need him most.

+ as for you ? wear a shorter skirt and bend over when you drop something. or maybe show more cleavage and lean over the his desk. you can see him get flustered and shy. it’s cute until you get home and he wants to “punish” you for your behavior.

+ he doesn’t use his lash of love on you. it would be too painful and he isn’t that much of a sadist to use it on you. he has a smaller whip, a paddle, or he just opts to use his hands. he makes you count aloud each slap. your bent over him so he notices the wet spot in your panties grow. he grazes his finger across it just to see you twitch. “such a lascivious body you have y/n.”

+ he likes when you bite him because he bites you. he mostly likes to get bitten on his neck or on his bottom lip. he bites your breasts gently but also in between your thighs. right before he’s about to eat you out he dances his tongue around your thighs and places a gentle bite there.

+ he enjoys it when you take the reigns as well but he mostly likes to be in control and won’t hesitate to put you back in your place if you get too comfortable playing the dominant role.

+ doesn’t get the daddy kink. he’s into being called master or sir. you have to refer to him as such in the bedroom otherwise you can expect a punishment. punishments aren’t always spanking. he deprives you of his touch and this is when he begins instructing you to masturbate for him.

+ he’s into light bondage like blinding folding you and tying you up ( only to heighten your senses ). his dirty talk multiplies here, “do you like it when you feel master’s cock against you, hm? shall i put it in?” / “you look so beautiful begging for my cock y/n.”

+ holds you really close when he’s about to cum. he’ll pick up your entire body and bury his face in the crook of your neck. you can hear him whimpering until he finally admits that he’s going to cum.

+ cockwarming is big with crowley after you introduced it to him. while you work you sit on his lap and feel him inside of you as you work. sometimes after a long day at work he likes to come home and just insert himself inside of you. you lay on top of him and he plays with your hair. he’s too tired to have conversation but he listens to your stories.

+ after care with crowley is the best because he always knows what to do. he applies ointment to where he spanked you. he ties up your hair ( or even puts it in a braid 🥺 ) because he knows he doesn’t like it when your hair sticks to your face. he massages your legs knowing they probably hurt after stretching them so wide. he insists on carrying you to the bathroom but is sure to leave you alone for a bit so you can do what you need to do. when it’s okay for him to join you he doesn’t hesitate. he likes sitting with you. even if the two of you aren’t talking. he just likes being in your presence.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #dire crowley x reader #dire crowley x you #dire crowley x y/n #dire crowley smut #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland #dire crowley #headmaster crowley #twistedwonderland.#tm.#nsfw.#dc.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Tea Shop Part Three: Zuko x female reader imagine series

You struggle to come to terms with the reality Lee is Zuko and can’t get your head around the idea...until a dangerous close encourter shows you how fire nation Zuko really is.

Part One here

Part Two here

Part four here

You felt like a naive idiot. You always prided yourself on being more objective than an average air nomad, more realistic, but you'd believe Zuko was good and he betrayed his uncle and tried to kill Aang. You felt utterly bewildered and couldn’t believe the person you knew would do all those things. You made Sokka tell you all about their encounters with Zuko, every single detail, to try and get it into your head that the tea merchant you knew didn’t exist. Everything Sokka told you sounded insane but you knew it was the truth so begrudgingly you started accepting it. You were starting to see Zuko as an enemy instead of an ally and then all that work went out the window when you came face to face with him again.

The gang had landed on a secluded part of an island with a nice lake so everyone was swimming and relaxing but you didn’t want to just lie around, you wanted to explore. So you convinced Sokka to come with you for a walk into town and the two of you set off. When you heard there was beach you’re excitment peaked and Sokka relaxed his rule on staying out of sight figuring nobody here would recognise either of you. Sokka stopped to look at bags by the beach front and you walked onto the beach happily. You stood in the sand enjoying the warmth when suddenly a beach ball came flying towards you. You batted it away without thinking and sent it flying down the beach. "Great job genius" a voice called and you turned to see a very angry looking fire nation girl. "That was my ball and now you've catapulted it half way down the beach". "Sorry but it was that or get in the face so..." you joked but the girl didn’t find you funny. "Go get it" she said stiffly and something about her tone pissed you off "no" you said simply "it’s your ball". The girl went to step closer to you when her friends walked over too and a boy pulled her away from you. You mouth opened in suprise to see it was Lee or more accurately Zuko. It had only been a few months since you’d last seen him but he looked so different. His hair was longer, he was in fire nation clothes and he looked changed...he looked good. You could tell it was definitely him by how panicked he looked, which also suprised you. Was he really scared because he thought you'd reveal what he did and who he was to his friends? Surely they knew he was the prince? Then you realised he wasn't worried about himself he was worried about you. "Azula leave it" he called standing infront of her and you realised who this was. The gang had told you all about the deadly fire nation trio and sure enough you recognised the other two girls from their descriptions. The pale girl didn’t even seem to be paying attention but the pretty brunette looked at Azula worried. "This peasant disrespected me i won’t leave it" Azula snapped as Ty lee frowned "it’s okay Azula, those boys are bringing the ball back to us anyway" she smiled "they’re so nice". "Exactly so let’s just go" Zuko said and you saw Azula frown at him, you were guessing he wasn’t usually an advocate for the average person. You felt his sister scanning you and knew you had to get out of this situation right now but had no idea how. "Come on" Zuko called but Azula shook her head "no". Zuko groaned "for god sake Azula what’s your problem! Leave her alone". Azula tensed "why are you so protective of this girl zuzu?" she asked and you saw Mai look up at that and stare at you too. "I’m not" Zuko babbled "i’m just sick of your temper, why start fights with a stranger for no good reason!". Azula frowned as if she hadn’t even heard Zuko "you seem familiar" she said "have we met before?". You frowned "i...i’ve never seen you before in my life" you replied trying not to touch the burn on your arm like you always did when you were nervous. She hummed still staring at you and you waited for her to realise who you were. "I’m sick of this come on lets just go" Zuko sighed and he led Mai away. "Azula come on" he called and Ty lee tugged her arm. "Fine" Azula sighed and let them drag her away. You watched them go, facinated. So this was the real Lee then? You watched him, staring at the back of his head trying to find something, a look, a subtle nod, anything that told you he was still Lee...but Zuko seemed determined not to look back at all and he walked away like he didn’t know or care about you at all.

You came to your senses after they left and rushed away from the beach, running back up to the stalls and out of sight. You breathed heavily as what could’ve happened to you sunk in and jumped when Sokka appeared next to you. "Hey, did you get what you wanted?". "What?" you asked confused. "The beach? Is it nice?". "No it’s way too crowded lets head back" you stammered and Sokka shrugged "okay". You weren’t sure why you didn’t tell Sokka what had happened. Part of you didn't say anything because you weren't sure how to feel. You hadn't been angry when you saw Zuko more sad and confused. You’d felt embarassed he ignored you even if he had to do it given the company he was in. Another part of you didn’t say anything because you didn’t want the others to persue Zuko even if he was part of the fire nation and that thought embarassed you even more. You were very confused and so just stayed quiet as you walked further and further away from the beach.

All day you ruminated over your decision not to tell the others and even with ground between you, you couldn’t get what happened out of your head. You wanted to ask Zuko why he’d helped you on the beach, shouldn’t he hate you now? Especially given your air nomad identity or was he different to the rest of his nation? Giving up on sleep you decided to go for a walk and pretended you didn’t have an exact location in mind. You knew it was stupid and risky but you headed back to the beach and arrived quickly. It was empty and you sat down slightly disappointed. You knew Zuko wouldn’t still be there but you had to check. You sighed wondering what you’d even have said to him and were suddenly glad he wasn’t here. You didn’t know if you’d be angry at him or happy to see him, so him not being here made things a lot easier for you.

"You must have a death wish coming back here" someone called and you knew who it was.

You turned and there Zuko was walking towards you slowly. The first emotion you felt wasn't anger, he'd come back here too, just like you. "I could say the same for you" you smirked and Zuko sat down next to you. You sat beside one another in silence both of you suprised and confused by the situation you were in. "Why are you here?" he asked suddenly. "I thought you might come back here so i did" you said embarassed and he shook his head "no here on the island! Are you following us? Y/n they can’t know you’re here...if my sister knew who you were she'd....". "Pft i can handle some fire" you tried to joke but Zuko shook his head "no y/n, Azula is the best fire bender i’ve ever seen, you can’t take her and you can’t let her take you". You swallowed, you’d only been joking about handling Azula, you knew she was dangerous but hearing Zuko tell you that... "We’re not here because we’re following you" you said softly "we stopped off here and i wanted to see the beach, it was chance bumping into you i swear". Zuko looked at you and nodded "i believe you, it was just...odd". You nodded and watched him out of the corner of your eye. He looked conflicted, happy but not happy, sad but not sad. "How are you?" you couldn’t help asking "how is it being back home?". "Weird" Zuko replied "it’s changed so much...i’ve changed". “Tell me about it, the last I knew you were a tea merchant not a prince”. Zuko smiled slightly “I imagine it was a lot to take in?”. You nodded “it was but it explained a lot...your spoiled attitude for one”. Zuko smirked and you laughed. This was nice and all but you couldn’t just sit around ignoring the elephant in the room. "Why did you do it?" you couldn’t help asking and felt Zuko tense, the atmosphere now uncomfortable. "I know i don’t know you well and I know Lee isn’t really you but I still can't understand why you'd betray your uncle? Why you'd side with your sister after all she’s done? You just don’t seem like that type of person". Silence settled and stretched on for so long you got ready to leave but finally Zuko spoke. "You’re right, you don’t know me". You met his eye and saw nothing but anger and hate there. You looked away scolded and shook your head feeling deflated "back to that again huh? Back to hating each other?". "Well obviously! we’re on opposing sides y/n, what did you think was going to happen once you joined the avatar? We’re not friends". You laughed in utter surprise "ow so if i didn’t join the avatar it would've been different?" you asked "stop trying to blame me because you feel guilty for the choices you made". "You were always too prying and self rightous for your own good" he snapped “you know nothing! You’re just some waitress I worked with, you don’t know anything about me”. "Wow and there’s the fire nation prince" you smirked patronisingly "don’t know how you did such a good job hiding him before now" and stood up. "I saved you as a courtesy" Zuko called after you, his voice getting louder the further you walked "the next time i won’t". His announcement made you so mad you shook with anger. He was really threatening you for calling him out on betraying his family? He thought not letting his sister attack you owed praise? "Good" you yelled back "i don’t need anything from you. Have fun in your cursed life traitor".

Zuko’s POV

Your words hit Zuko like a strike and he glared after you burning holes in your back until you disappeared around a corner. Even though you’d gone Zuko’s anger didn’t and he angrily sent a jet of fire up into the air with a yell. Zuko sat down on the cold bench and shivered. “What’s wrong with you now?” someone asked making Zuko jump. He turned to see Azula coming towards him and looked around to make sure there was no sign you’d been here. Azula seemed relaxed so she obviously hadn’t seen you but Zuko couldn’t believe how lucky he got, if Azula had been slightly earlier or you stayed any longer...it didn’t bare thinking about. “Hello? Does that scar effect your hearing?”. “No” Zuko snapped and sighed. His temper had been bad recently and was getting worse, that’s why he’d blown up so easily. He hadn’t meant to yell at you, he’d been happy to see you and he did...had seen you as a friend. But that was certainly all ruined now he’d yelled at you. That thought made Zuko even more depressed, which he didn’t think was possible. He supposed it was best you hate him though, he was the traitor prince, he’d betrayed his uncle who only ever wanted to help him. This way he wouldn’t be able to betray you too.

1 month later

You’d regretted what you’d said to Zuko as soon as your anger feded but you were still hurt at what he’d said about you. You weren’t friends and you never were...

You decided that was the final straw and set out to make Zuko’s words a reality. Slowly you managed to lose thought of Zuko, even during the invasion of the fire nation palace you didn’t worry about seeing him, you knew now where your loyalties lied and it wasn’t with Zuko. You were done with him and getting to be okay with that.

So after finally working all that out, when you got a visitor at the western air temple you were angry to say the least. "It’s not..." you frowned looking at the figure but it was. Zuko...and he was smiling too. "Hello Zuko here" he called waving, appearing to be as calm as ever. The others all armed themselves but you just glared. Zuko looked at you all and glanced at you last. He looked down at the intenseness of your glare and you felt proud. "What do you want here?" Aang asked. Zuko explained he wanted to join you and you snorted "seriously? Now the great prince wants to grace us with his presence?" you asked. Zuko looked at you "y/n...i’m sorry for hurting you, all of you” he said looking at everyone again "what i did was wrong and i ask you to consider forgiving me". "No" you said simply "so thank you for coming but goodbye". Zuko rolled his eyes "y/n just let me explain...". "Explain what?" you asked "how you double crossed Mushi? How you hinted i’d be next?". Zuko went quiet and lowered his head. Aang touched your arm and you took that as a sign to calm down. “We can never trust you and we’ll never let you join us” Aang took over and you nodded. Zuko’s face crumpled in defeat and you sighed in relief. You watched, glaring, until Zuko walked out of sight and went inside the temple “well done Aang” you commented. "Man i thought air nomads were all peaceful" Sokka frowned. "Well guess i’m more earth nation then" you shrugged "if i see him again i’ll catapult him from this mountain". “Why are you so angry at him?” Toph asked suddenly and you laughed “you’re joking right?”. “No I get you feel betrayed but you were furious with him I could tell by your emotions and what did you mean when you said he threatenned you?”. “Yeah you never told us he did that in Ba Sing Sei” Sokka nodded and you frowned. “He didn’t threaten me per se and it wasn’t in Ba Sing Sei. I spoke to Zuko a few weeks ago". "What!" they all cried. Sokka launched in a lecture, Katara questioned you on safety, Toph called you insane while you just blushed. "This is exactly why i didn’t tell you!" you cried "i knew the risk but we were at the beach and he’d already stopped his sister from attacking me earlier that day so i figured....". "What" Sokka yelled and you sighed and just started from the very beginning. You finished your explanation and Sokka nodded. "I get why you’re angry at him" Sokka agreed and you sighed in relief. "Yeah because of what he said to me...". "No because you guys basically broke up". "What! We did not" you spluttered "we were never dating! That’s ridiculous" and stormed away angrily.

After a fitful night of sleep you woke up to the news Toph was gone. She’d seemed pretty sympathetic to Zuko yesterday so you weren’t suprised when she returned and announced she’d visit Zuko...and he’d burnt her. You helped carry her to the fountain and managed not to gloat that you were right but Toph sensed it. “I can feel you smirking” she commented. You frowned “I’m sorry you got hurt but I did tell you...”. “I may’ve been wrong but you’re letting your feelings cloud your judgement” Toph commented. You gaped “no i’m not!” and Katara frowned “guys....” when an explosion rocked the whole temple. Sparky sparky boom man was back, the assassin hired to kill you, and you all sought cover when suddenly the attacks ceased. “Zuko” Aang commented and you sighed, apparently Zuko was determined to prove his worth. Watching Aang’s reaction you felt anger, you knew what would happen. Zuko would save the day and that would win the gang over, they didn’t have as strong grudges as you.

Sure enough after the attack they let Zuko approach and listened to him. Aang vouched for him but then turned to all of you for your opinions. Aang looked at eveyone, they all met his eye apart from you. Toph and Sokka agreed, Katara hesitated but she agreed too. Finally Aang turned to you "Y/n" he said softly "will you agree to let Zuko stay?". You looked past Aang to Zuko and resisted the urge to glare. "Y/n" Aang said softly "please, i need a firebender teacher and i really think it should be him". You stared at Aang, those big brown eyes wearing you down, and sighed. You had to do what was right, Aang needed this and he was one of the last members of your nation, you couldn’t be selfish. You nodded your head stiffly “if you say you need him then okay”. Aang grinned at you before turning back to Zuko “okay you can join us”. Those words made your skin crawl and you stormed away.

It was awkward to say the least having Zuko around, all of you were reluctant to approach him but Sokka seemed to be having fun with it. As night approached Zuko asked where his room was and Sokka said he’d show him. Zuko nodded and Sokka siddled up beside you “want to show Zuko to his room yourself?" Sokka asked "so you can memorise the location". You smacked Sokka over the head in reply and he led Zuko away without another comment but had apparently put the idea in Zuko’s head.

You were laid on your bed glaring at the ceiling too angry to sleep when there was a knock on your door. You sat up cautiously and the door opened to reveal Zuko. "Hi" he said timidly and you stood up "what do you want?". Zuko blushed "i think we need to talk, privately...about what happened on ember island". "What is there to discuss? You never considered me a friend, you rejected me and left". Zuko frowned "y/n...it wasn’t like that". "Wasn’t it?" you asked and Zuko frowned "well it was but y/n i’m sorry! The things i said to you were awful but i didn’t mean them! I lashed out at you because it was you, because you make me want to be a better person, that’s why i hurt you". "Ow wow that makes it so much better thank you" you said mockingly and Zuko frowned "no, you know i didn’t mean it like that". "Well i’m sorry i didn’t take you yelling at me the right way Zuko, did i misinterpret you calling me nosy and self rightous and saying you never liked me too? Or how you saving me was just a such a nice gesture". Zuko groaned "why aren’t you listening i just said I didn’t mean any of that!". "Well i find that hard to believe" you glared "you don’t get to come here and apologise and have me forgive you, i’m angry at you". "Really you did a good job hiding that" Zuko retorted and you glared. "Get out of my room i don’t want to talk to you, ever”" you yelled and Zuko nodded "fine!" and stormed away. He slammed the door and the whole temple shook. You let out a cry of frustration and collapsed onto your bed. Zuko joining the group was going to make things complicated.

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Next part is the last one!!!

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charincharge · 4 years

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I Don’t Want To Wait, three

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

Based on the prompts :

Subtle glances at each other but they don’t notice Everyone else knows how they feel Where one of them subconsciously copies the others movements.... For Rowaelin HS au (of course)

Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking. I thought of Aelin sneaking some chocolate sweets 😂

“Ace, control yourself.”

Rowan removed the family-sized bag of assorted chocolates from their grocery cart and replaced it with a smaller one. Aelin pouted and widened her eyes, hoping that her puppy dog eyes would distract her best friend, but he remained resolute. He walked a little further down the aisle and placed a bag of trail mix into the cart. Aelin picked it up and frowned.

“Ro, there’s not even chocolate in this!” she whined, and Rowan rolled his eyes. “Who eats trail mix without chocolate? That’s a crime against humanity.”

“Some of us have lacrosse nationals to prep for and might want nutritious snacks.”

“You can have all the carrots and humus you want,” Aelin laughed, grabbing two bags of potato chips and a can of queso.

“You’re never going to make it through this all-nighter if you eat that crap,” Rowan chastised, but Aelin merely flicked him off in return.

“Please. My body runs on grease and sugar and caffeine,” she bragged. “I’ll be fine.”

Rowan’s eyes slowly perused her body, and Aelin resisted tugging at the hem of her cropped hoodie, studiously ignoring Rowan’s pointed gaze.

“It is kind of insane how true that is,” Rowan said, eyes still affixed to the few inches of exposed skin between her jeans and top. “You’re a medical marvel. Doctors should study you.”

“I exercise,” Aelin huffed in response, and Rowan barked out a loud laugh. As a varsity athlete, Rowan’s exercise regiment bordered on extreme – a five mile run every morning, lacrosse practice every afternoon, followed by weight lifting.

“Says the girl who uses cramps to get out of gym every other week, and then the week you actually have your period.”

Aelin snorted loudly. “It’s not my fault that Coach Hammel doesn’t know anything about the female reproductive system.” Aelin frowned. “And by the way, it’s weird that you track my period.”

She watched as Rowan’s ears turned pink, but he rolled his eyes regardless. “It’s for my own protection. I need to know when to steer clear, otherwise you might mistake me for a piece of chocolate and bite my head off,” he said, poking her in the ribs.

Aelin could feel herself heating up, imagining how delicious Rowan might taste with some chocolate on him.

Since Aelin’s birthday, it was as if her hormones were constantly going haywire. Some sort of teenage hormonal glitch, for sure. Her lust for Rowan had blossomed, and she was no longer in control of her thoughts or her body’s flustered reactions to his presence.

Since their weird, too-close slow dance just a few weeks ago, Aelin had kept track of every time Rowan had touched her. Her body was just… hyper aware of him.

It wasn’t as if Rowan hadn’t touched her before – no, the pair of best friends had always been comfortable with each other in their casual physical intimacy. But suddenly, it was driving Aelin insane. To the point of distraction. She’d written down every pinch and tickle and arm slung over her shoulder with a time code into her diary, just to organize how frequently he touched her.

It wasn’t even that the touching was inappropriate. No, it was completely innocent, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering if it meant something. Like, maybe Rowan wanted to kiss her too?

She mentally clocked another one to add to her diary – Tuesday at 5:12pm: Rowan poked her side in the grocery aisle.

To combat her rising flush, she diverted her attention to their full cart, overflowing with every kind of junk food from frozen pizza to cookies to tubs of icing to energy drinks and every snack food in between. Rowan’s healthy food section was a paltry sampling of baby carrots, hummus and now his gross, chocolate-free trail mix. They had exactly what they needed for a late night of cramming for their world history exam.

As they made their way to the front to pay, Aelin took a quick moment to replace the bag of chocolates with the family sized one. Rowan didn’t notice until she placed it on the conveyer belt to pay, which he noted with a loud sigh.

“You’re a menace to society,” Rowan he said, squeezing her side.

As Aelin paid, Rowan brushed by her again, his fingertips ever so slightly caressing the bare skin of her back, flustering Aelin completely. Her cheeks heated as she fumbled with the credit card in her hand. Gods, she could not get her lust under control today. How many times had she blushed in this shopping trip alone? But also…

Was that necessary?! She wanted to scream at him as he took his place at the end of the belt to help bag groceries. She looked up at the cashier, who was looking at her with a knowing smile on her face.

“Huh?” Aelin asked, not having quite heard the cashier.

“$83.78,” the cashier repeated, glancing quickly at Rowan and then back at Aelin.

“Right,” Aelin mumbled, ignoring the cashier’s pointed look and swiping her dad’s card quickly.

Rowan hoisted the bags onto his broad shoulders and led the way back to his car, completely oblivious to Aelin’s most recent spike of arousal. Luckily, Rowan was unable to touch her over the large center console of his jeep, and Aelin propped her feet up on the dash, giving herself some space to cool down.

But as he put on his driving playlist, her eyes unwittingly slid to him. She couldn’t help herself. Somewhere over the last six months, he’d grown about four inches and had started filling out his lanky body with actual muscles. She glanced at her best friend’s face, noticing his long blonde lashes and sloped nose and his silver-blonde hair, in desperate need of a haircut, falling ever so slightly into his dark green eyes.

“Why are you staring at me?” Rowan asked, never taking his eyes off the road. He was nothing if not an overly cautious driver.

Aelin leaned forward and poked her thumb against his cheek. She briefly wondered if Rowan was cataloguing every time she touched him, too. She doubted it. Instead of saying anything incriminating, she went with something ridiculous.

“Do you think you’ll ever need to shave, or are you too blonde to grow facial hair?” she asked, causing Rowan to scowl. He leaned his head down and lifted his shoulder, trapping Aelin’s fingers. She laughed loudly, wriggling her fingers, but she didn’t try hard to remove them. Why would she?

“Why, you think I’d look good with a beard?” Rowan asked, and Aelin crinkled her eyes trying to imagine him, even more grown with a full face of stubble. She just couldn’t.

She must have been making quite the disgruntled expression, because Rowan looked immediately offended as he released her hand from its hold and snapped at her free fingers with his bared teeth. Aelin squealed and pulled her hand back into her lap. “Rude,” he said, pulling into Aelin’s driveway.

“Your dad just left,” Elide announced, barely waiting until the jeep was in park to pull the door open. “He said not to burn the house down.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. That was her dad’s sign off every time he left to go to work. Aelin had started one tiny fire while attempting to cook dinner alone one time, and her father had shown up with the entire Orynth Fire Department in full gear, ready to rescue his daughter from certain death. He’d never let her live it down. She was OFD legend.

“What’d you get?” Lysandra asked, rifling through one of the grocery bags. “Oh! Stuffed crust,” she said with a grin. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Lysandra batted her long lashes at Aelin, slipping her arm around her friend’s waist as Aelin led them all into the house. Another arm tugged at Lysandra, pulling her away, and Aelin laughed at Lysandra’s annoyed squeal with her boyfriend.

“Wes, go help Elide set up our work stations,” Lysandra ordered, and Wesley immediately pouted, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist even tighter, nibbling at her neck.

“But I’m so hungry,” he complained.

Lysandra pushed his face off her as she narrowed her eyes with warning.

“You get that snack after you help me ace this exam,” Lysandra smirked, and Wesley nuzzled his chin against her shoulder, pulling her closer.

“This is a PDA free night,” Rowan groaned, unloading his healthy snacks. “You promised.” He wagged his finger at the amorous couple, who, since losing their virginities to each other over spring break had been completely inseparable. At the mouth and the groin.

Wesley kissed Lysandra one last time before taking a large step back.

“Just because you’re not getting any,” he grumbled, “Don’t be a killjoy.”

Rowan’s mouth dropped as he continued to plate his carrots. “I could get some… if I wanted…” he mumbled under his breath, causing both Aelin and Lysandra to burst into laughter.

“Sure you could, Buzzard,” Aelin said with an overzealous wink. She grabbed her bags of chips and queso and left a flustered Rowan in the kitchen.

Aelin plopped down onto the couch and groaned at the extensive schedule Elide had written up for them.

“I’ve broken up our schedule into twelve, forty-minute long increments,” Elide explained, tying her dark hair up into a bun. “If we stick to the schedule, we should be fully crammed in… eight hours.”

Aelin pouted as she opened her chips. She knew she was in for a long night, putting Elide in charge of the study schedule. But… eight hours? That meant they’d be studying until two in the morning.

Elide clapped loudly as she started handing out flashcards. “Let’s go, team.”

Six hours later, Aelin was ready to collapse. It was approaching midnight, and they’d made it through nine of the twelve study sections. Only three more to go until freedom. She knew she was supposed to have thoughts of Elirea history swirling through her head, but since Rowan took his place on the floor next to her, she was having a hard time concentrating.

“You know what we need?” Wesley said, twirling one of Lysandra’s chestnut curls around his fingers. Aelin shrugged. “A bowl,” he said. “I always study better when I’m buzzed.”

“You think my dad wouldn’t be able to smell weed as soon as he walked into the house? The man is like a bloodhound for smoke,” Aelin replied, trying to ignore the way Rowan leaned back into her in agreement.

“Gods, I can’t wait to smoke a giant bowl after lacrosse season is over,” Rowan said, resting his chin on top of Aelin’s head.

“Pack it for two, Buzzard,” Aelin said with a laugh, and she could feel Rowan nod against her scalp.

“What about ice cream instead?” Elide suggested. “I think we could all use a sugar bump.”

Lysandra jumped to her feet, moaning loudly as she stretched her arms above her head, her back popping with each subtle movement. Aelin watched as Wesley practically salivated, getting a glimpse of her lacy bra strap. He grabbed at Lysandra’s thigh, and Aelin laughed as she kicked him off gently with a wink.

“Soon, babe.”

Aelin’s filter must have disappeared with her exhaustion because upon looking at her two friends she shouted out, “You two cannot fuck in my house.”

“Please, I’m classier than that.”

“Are you?” Aelin asked, causing Rowan to snort into her hair.

Lysandra blushed but ignored Aelin as she swayed her hips all the way into the kitchen. She reappeared with three pints of ice cream and five spoons.

Aelin immediately grabbed her favorite flavor, Half Baked, and stuck her spoon into it. Her lips wrapped around the cold metal and she couldn’t help but moan loudly at the fudge brownie bite.

She nearly protested as someone else stuck their spoon into her pint, but she stopped herself when she saw it was Rowan.

“Sugar? Really?” she asked. “You must be really tired.”

She watched as Rowan smirked in response, taking a large bite for himself. Aelin’s throat dried as she watched his lips wrap around his spoon, his tongue peeking out and licking the remainder of the ice cream. How was it possible that he made ice cream look pornographic?

“Yum,” he said softly, and took another bite for himself.

There was something weirdly intimate about sharing a pint of ice cream. One pint, two spoons. Aelin completely missed the tenth section of Elide’s schedule because she was too focused on the way Rowan was eating next to her, occasionally knocking his spoon into hers.

When they got to the second to last section, Aelin realized she’d forgotten her notes upstairs. Grateful to have an excuse for some space to cool down, she made her way up to her bedroom to search for her notebook. Even though it was exactly where she’d left it – on her desk, Aelin couldn’t resist the fluffy allure of her bed. She looked at the clock, almost one am. She was so, so tired.

Knowing her friends would absolutely send someone to find her if she didn’t come back downstairs in a few minutes, Aelin risked getting into bed, huddling under the covers for a very quick power nap. Sleep found her quickly, and before she knew it, she was being woken up by soft whispers and laughter.

“Should we wake them?” she could hear Elide ask, and Lysandra’s chuckled reply came quickly after.

“No, don’t wake them.” A long pause. “They’re so cute.”

“And stupid,” Wesley drawled.

Aelin went to roll out of bed, but she found herself pinned down by something heavy. She cracked her eye open and was shocked to realize that Rowan was on top of her comforter, arm flung around her shoulders, deep asleep next to her. His light snores made Aelin smile.

Aelin moved her head over her shoulder, only to see her three friends standing in her doorway, staring at the sleeping friends, wide grins plastered to their faces.

“We sent him to bring you back an hour ago,” Lysandra explained.

Aelin glanced at the clock. Officially 2am. They must have finished Elide’s study schedule. Shit. Well, hopefully Aelin could remember enough of the other topics to do well on this exam. Despite her movement, Rowan didn’t stir once.

“Just leave a note for my dad downstairs that Rowan is here?” Aelin asked, not feeling particularly inclined to move out of his grasp at all.

“Done.” Elide nodded. “Already texted Aunt Maeve, too.”

“Love you,” Aelin mumbled out to her friends, already letting sleep overtake her vision again.

“Love you, too,” Rowan mumbled in his sleep, sticking his nose into Aelin’s hair.

Aelin ignored her friends’ snickering and closed her eyes and burrowed into Rowan’s soft shirt. Inhaling deeply, she was asleep before she even heard the front door close.

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BNHA Chapter 301 Spoiler Thoughts: Pain, More Pain, Extra Pain, EVERYTHING HURTS

I had to wait until the summary for this chapter came out to get my thoughts across and holy shit, my dudes... This chapter is so, so deep and adds a lot more to the Todoroki family than I thought possible. I’m still thinking about all of it as I’m typing this. But, writing is how I process things sometimes, so I hope this helps all of us:

The chapter starts off with a flashback to when Enji (I’m calling Endeavor by his real name here so long as we’re dealing with his family) proposing to marry Rei to Rei and her family. Rei is aware of the whole “Quirk Marriage” thing, but she accepts the proposal much to her family’s delight. What’s surprising here is that it’s implied that Enji expected Rei to say “No”. I’m honestly kind of shocked here too.

One, I thought because of the whole eugenics thing that Rei and her family would be taken aback by this. Back in the Sports Fest. Arc, I believe Shoto implied the that Endeavor bought Rei’s hand in marriage with money (it’s been a LONG time, so please correct me on this if I’m wrong). But they were actually ok with the idea of having Rei be married to a top hero like Endeavor. Rei seemed more reluctant though the fact that she said “Yes” maybe implies that she had legitimate feelings of love for Enji before shit hit the fan.

Edit: Ok, the fan translations are out. It’s said that Rei did this for the sake of her family. I still think she at least started to have legit feelings of love for Enji at some point.

Two, Enji didn’t expect Rei to accept his proposal. We all know that Enji’s intention was to have a kid that had a Quirk that possessed both fire and ice so that the kid could surpass All Might. Maybe Enji was looking for other women with ice Quirks before Rei and all of them before her turned him down. So when Rei accepted, Enji was shocked that someone agreed to what was basically his plan for the future.

The next page shows Enji and Rei on a walk in the park Rei looks at her favorite flowers and Enji asks if she likes them to which Rei says “yes”. Enji comments on how strong yet fragile Rei is. It’s such a small scene, but it tells the story so well visually. I can’t explain it well here, but I think this is where Enji started to see Rei as more of a person to love than something that can help achieve his goal.

Back to the present real quick, we go back to Rei confronting Enji. She came to see him because things are not okay and they need to face their family’s tragedy head on. At the same time, Dabi is reflecting on his life and doing his iconic monologuing about how he loved seeing Enji suffer. He wants the rest of his family to see how he suffered too. This further establishes how much Dabi wants to see his father be destroyed mentally. He wants him to reap everything he sewed. I’ll be damned if Dabi’s plan didn’t work. Also, Dabi is shown crying blood again as the panel transitions to the Todoroki household with the blood tear seeping into the next panel. God, I love Horikoshi’s panel structuring A+ stuff.

Back to the past, Enji stopped training little Touya. His fire Quirk was getting stronger, but so was the ice part of his body. Touya’s body was meant for the cold, but his fire Quirk counteracts that. So, Touya’s ultimately harming himself. This reveals to us that Enji didn’t really stop training Touya because he wasn’t the “perfect specimen” for his plan. It was mainly because Enji cared about Touya enough that he didn’t want his son to harm himself anymore than he already has. Enji abused his kids and wife, sure, but he wasn’t always a bad man. He did love his family before something snapped.

Also, real quick, but there’s a panel that shows Touya’s hair getting progressively whiter. Specifically the left side of his head. He looks like the opposite of Shoto actually and I bet you money that that was done on purpose. Symbolism, my friends.

The next panels shows little Touya and Fuyumi (AWWW 🤍) talking a bit. Touya’s upset that their dad won’t train him anymore while Fuyumi just doesn’t want her brother to get hurt. Touya says that girls wouldn’t understand (he’s a kid here, so I’ll let this slide). It hurts to see how Touya misunderstand the situation here. I think he ultimately wanted to have love and acceptance from his father via training to make Enji proud. But training only caused Touya pain. Pushing Touya away for his own safety ended up making things worse.

I actually can’t describe what happens next (I've seen the panel, but it hasn’t been translated fully yet), but it has something to do with Rei trying to convince Enji not to do something in particular because it would be too cruel. Touya continued to train alone and he kept getting scars on his skin every day because his ambitions are just as strong as Enji’s. He didn’t know when to give up. In the end, Enji knew that Touya couldn’t surpass All Might and he tried to get Touya to give up his ambitions so that he would stop hurting himself. I think this is where Enji’s drive to have a kid to surpass All Might started to take over his love for his family. I want to comment more on this part, but I think I’ll have to wait until the full chapter comes out. I’ll add an edit when I read it. It’s a painful, sad page regardless and I want to cry 😢.

Edit: Ok, I’ve read the translations for this page and it’s still not entirely clear what “cruel idea” Rei and Enji are talking about here. The best I can take I can think from this is that Enji did think that having more kids would solve the problem; it would help Touya give up the idea of surpassing All Might. The panels get darker and darker too, which shows how dark all this has become.

Next, Natsuo is born and he was so ADORABLE!!! 💙 Fuyumi looked so happy to have a little brother ❤️ But, Touya looks devastated; like he’s been replaced again. My heart hurts so bad for this kid. All he wanted was his father’s attention, but Enji seemed to have moved on from him and had more kids instead. Almost like having more kids would solve the problem... ugh...

As time goes on, Enji gets angrier at All Might’s success (btw, seeing All Might drawn in his buff form again makes me nostalgic) and Rei becomes more fearful. The summary states that Rei stopped “looking” at Enji at some point. I think this is the point where Enji drive to create a perfect child completely took over his life and his family’s lives. Even so, I think we need an explanation of when exactly Enji snapped and changed into the abusive man we all knew and how that exactly came to be. We got hints in this chapter, but I think we need a full explanation.

AND SHOTO WAS BORN HE WAS BABY 💙🥺😭 Crying into the world he came into like most newborns do. I want to love him and take care of him 💙💙💙 Look, Shoto’s my favorite character in the series and we need some good vibes in this depressing chapter, so please let me have this.

But, my god. The faces on Enji, Rei, and Touya are haunting. I honestly can’t really describe it. It’s just so unsettling. Enji looks like he’s glad he’s finally “created” the perfect child, Rei looks exhausted, and Touya is even more devastated than before. The panel lines are all distorted too which drives the mood home.

Touya continues to train on his own to prove himself to his father. He’s burning himself more and he looks like he’s loosing his mind. I’m not exaggerating; Touya actually looks like he’s going crazy. Enji is tying to convince Touya that they’re more to the world than being a hero like playing with his siblings and making friends at school. But, Touya can’t because, as he says, “I’m your son”. Despite Enji probably focusing primarily on getting ready to train Shoto at this point, he still cared enough about Touya to where he wanted him to have a life outside of heroism. Though that could also be because, again, he’s turned his focus on Shoto instead (this family is a mess). And Touya being so driven to have his father pay attention to him is heartbreaking. No kid should have to go through this.

And then he activates his Quirk to attack baby Shoto. Lil’ Fuyumi’s protecting Lil’ Natsuo and Rei is holding onto Lil’ Shoto 😭. Rei wants to help cool him down with her Quirk, but Touya “fire” Enji lit can’t be put out. Touya’s too far gone. He even stops calling Enji “father”; he says “look at me, Endeavor” instead. Everything about this makes me sad, man. Touya’s love for his father turned into what he thought was abandonment, which turned into mad jealousy for his baby brother. Though Enji did light Touya’s fire, it was Touya himself who ultimately drove himself insane. Touya helped create Dabi, it wasn’t all Enji Todoroki’s doing.

And finally, the flashback ends with Rei stating that Enji isn’t the only who’s suffered, but he’s also not the only one who didn’t look at Touya. This implies that Rei shares the blame for letting Touya turn into Dabi. I do wonder what Rei didn’t do that helped Touya’s transformation. I doubt she neglected him entirely, but maybe she wasn’t paying attention to him as much because of her other kids and her declining mental state. I can’t comment on this very much with the lack of details, but i do hope things get answered soon.

Edit: I’ve thought about this a bit more. Rei was/is a good mother and she’s a badass in her own right. She never meant to harm her kids. But, based on that dark panel before about Enji thinking of a way to get Touya to give up the idea of being a hero, Rei did agree to Enji’s plan in the end. She decided to have more kids with him until they got the perfect child in Shoto. Why did she agree, we don’t know. That detail isn’t there just yet. I bet we’ll get it in Pt. 2. Again, Rei isn’t a bad person, but she did play a part in Touya’s downfall. Which, of course, makes things all the more sad.

Lastly, it’s stated that Rei came from a prestigious and noble family called Himura. It’s a small detail, but it’s shows that Shoto and his siblings basically came from royalty. Ha, Shoto really is a prince 👑! It would explain those damn good Todoroki genes 😳😍. Oh, and the kanji for “Hi” in Himura means icicle, ice, hail, freeze, etc. so Horikoshi’s playing with names again.

Quick Edit: Turns out this part with Rei’s maiden name is actually at the VERY BEGINNING of the chapter LOL. Either the image leaks got scrambled or the summary found this panel last. Whoops...

Hoo boy, I think that’s it. Really heavy chapter full of more layers and details about the Todoroki family that we didn’t get before. This is honestly one of the best storylines in the series and I’m so glad to see it come back to the forefront again. Horikoshi has handled this particular story so, so damn well I can’t help but be impressed. I think, ultimately, the Todoroki family fell apart and became more and more tragic over time. Amazingly, it wasn’t entirely Enji’s fault like we originally thought. Yes, he was a big reason as to why everything happened the way it did. His redemption does not excuse his years of abuse and neglect towards Shoto, Rei, and Touya especially. But, Touya and maybe even Rei had a part in this. I hope whatever Rei did or didn’t do isn’t so bad that we immediately put her into a bad light. I hope it boils down to “she’s human”. Though, Touya did ultimately drive himself to insanity. He didn’t accept his father’s suggestion to stop training. He only pushed himself further to the point of jealousy. God, he tried to kill baby Shoto at one point. We can dissect this family’s story for months and still find something new. This chapter was called “Mischief of Fire - Part 1″ which means we’re definitely getting more. I’m going to sit here and process all this in the meantime. Anyone got any ice cream to go with my tears and pain from BNHA angst?

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Ranking : David Lynch (1946-present)

Film is definitely an art, and yet, it seems to be distinct from other forms of visual art such as painting or sculpture. Perhaps that is what makes David Lynch such a fascinating director, as he has the ability to tap into the surreal stimulus often found in the most famous paintings and transform it into brain-bending moments on film. Whether it his fear-fueled fascination with fatherhood present in his debut film Eraserhead, his ruminations on Hollywood society present in Inland Empire, or any of the stopping points in-between, it’s safe to say that David Lynch sits in the rarified air of directors like Ingmar Bergman, Alejandro Jodorowsky and the other few who can turn film into something deeper, more visceral and more meaningful.

With one of the most unique collections of films credited to his name, including a couple of curveballs in the early portion of his career, ranking the films of David Lynch is as perplexing as it is entertaining... so, without further ado, we attempt to climb that hill. I’m not even going to pretend that I can break down all of the symbolism and meanings of these films, but I can give my honest opinion about them.

10. Dune (1984) For a film that is supposed to be such a science-fiction gem, it’s a bit funny that nobody can seem to make a coherent, entertaining version of Dune. After nearly 15 years in pre-production hell (and three iconic names attached to versions of the production), the film landed in the laps of Dino De Laurentiis and Ridley Scott, but after another extended period delaying production, Scott bowed out, leaving the door open for David Lynch to step in. For what it’s worth, he did bring a huge list of names to the project, but the fact that the directing credit for Dune belongs to the throwaway pseudonym Alan Smithee should clue in any perceptive viewer that the project may not be one that Lynch cares to stand behind.

9. Inland Empire (2006) David Lynch isn’t the type of director that revisit ground he’s already covered, which is what makes Inland Empire (the seemingly final film from Lynch) such a confusing choice. Had this film not been released after a five year gap between it and the stellar Mullholland Drive, another film that focuses on the dark underbelly of Hollywood, fame and the tolls of the acting craft, perhaps it would hit a little different to me. That’s not to say that the film isn’t good, as it is definitely a slight adjustment from the style that Lynch basically trademarked, but when a director like Lynch experiments on what feels like general principle, it makes experiments that feel like a step backward lose impact.

8. Lost Highway (1997) Technically, you could count all of the Lynch “mystery” films as noir in some capacity, but Lost Highway feels like a direct skewing of what we know as the traditional noir structure. At its core, the film is a simple murder mystery, but it doesn’t take long for the Lynch signatures to begin appearing in every form from a mysterious, unnamed character to our protagonist literally changing into another person with no base explanation provided. Perhaps the latter choice was a look into split personalities and the disassociated nature that can come with brutal crimes... as I said before, I’m not here to try and decode the David Lynch mystery. While Lost Highway serves as a good entry point into the David Lynch catalog, it sits on the back half of the rankings due to no fault of its own... it’s more of a situation where the other mysteries are so stellar, that even the strange seems simplistic by comparison.

7. The Straight Story (1999) If you played a game of “one of these things is not like the other” with the films of David Lynch, it would not be difficult to make a winning choice, as The Straight Story is clearly the most accessible and standard of all the Lynch fare. What the film lacks in oddness and style, however, is more than made up for in terms of heart and performance. The use of a lawnmower as the main source of travel allows for some beautiful landscape cinematography, and the sheer force of will exhibited by Richard Farnsworth pays off in spades when he is reunited with Harry Dean Stanton. If you’re looking for something creepy, eclectic and mind-warping from Lynch, there are plenty of other films to choose from, but if you are looking for an excuse to shed a tear or two, this is the film for you.

6. The Elephant Man (1980) It’s funny to think that if not for The Straight Story, the Joseph Merrick biopic The Elephant Man would serve as the most normal film of the Lynch canon. This sophomore film dialed back on the abstractions present in Eraserhead, but it brought some extraordinary makeup and costuming to the table, not to mention it gifted viewers with a powerfully moving performance from John Hurt. Though memorable in its own right, the film really made its mark by tying Raging Bull at the 53rd Academy Awards, garnering eight nominations (and sadly losing in all categories, going home empty-handed). The backlash for the Academy’s lack of giving The Elephant Man special praise for its makeup effects also led to the creation of a Best Makeup award for the Oscars. It is quite possible that the combination of shock from Eraserhead in tandem with the skill and prowess shown in The Elephant Man opened all of the creative control doors for David Lynch, as not even Dune could derail his career and artistic oddness.

5. Blue Velvet (1986) While Twin Peaks is where I first heard the name David Lynch, it was Blue Velvet where I first got a taste of why Lynch was held in such high regard. The suburban paradise presented in the opening credits is immediately shattered by the discovery of a random ear, and the weirdness rabbit-hole gets deeper and deeper from that point on. The classic look of the film stands in powerfully beautiful contrast to the extreme darkness of the narrative, and Dennis Hopper turned it all the way up to 11 for his performance in the film. If Lost Highway serves as the best introductory film for those curious about Lynch, then Blue Velvet serves as a good midpoint to determine how much weirdness, abrasiveness and shock you can handle in a Lynch film.

4. Mulholland Drive (2001) I really and truly do not know where to begin with this insane rollercoaster ride of a film. The first time I watched this film, I thought I had everything figured out, every mystery solved and every bait and switch identified, but upon repeat viewings of Mullholland Drive, I’ve determined that I either had a brief moment of harmonic brilliance or I was fooling myself. The film makes sense at its root, if really and truly dissected, but when taken at face value and in real time, it’s almost impossible not to get completely lost in the sheer immersive nature of everything thrown at you. Naomi Watts is brilliant as the viewer guide through the film, and it’s good that she is so powerful in her lead role and guiding task, because Mullholland Drive is not afraid to get downright bonkers on more than one occasion. While films about the trappings of Hollywood and stardom are nothing new, I’m hard pressed to think of another film that approaches these in a manner even remotely close to that of Mullholland Drive.

3. Wild at Heart (1990) Quite possibly the most enjoyable of all the David Lynch films, despite some downright brutal moments of celebratory violence sprinkled throughout. The combination of Nicolas Cage and Laura Dern is nothing short of electric, and the presence of Willem Dafoe as antagonist is the perfect spark to ignite an already volatile mixture of leads. The energy level of this film starts on ten and only continues to rise as the film progresses. If/when I ever get the chance to program theater showings, I am putting this film on a double bill with Natural Born Killers immediately. While I can’t say that Wild at Heart is my favorite David Lynch film, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that it’s my favorite Lynch film to gush about with other fans.

2. Eraserhead (1977) More often than not, directors the caliber of David Lynch have stunning debut films to their name, and Lynch certainly exploded onto the scene with a gamebreaker in the form of Eraserhead. Upon first viewing, there is enough “WTF?!” going on to confuse most people, but for those brave enough to watch the film more than once, it becomes painfully obvious that all of the madness and shocking imagery on display is a clear metaphor for Lynch’s fear of fatherhood. The simple act of taking a fear that resonates with most humans and turning it into the equivalent of a black and white bad drug trip works perfectly, and Jack Nance’s iconic look and performance are almost recognizable enough to know without knowledge of the film. Eraserhead is one of those films that leaves you different than you were prior to watching it.

1. Twin Peaks : Fire Walk with Me (1992) In all honesty, was there every any doubt that Twin Peaks : Fire Walk with Me wouldn’t be in the top spot? Of all the properties that the David Lynch name is connected to, none of them have even come remotely close to touching the sheer size of the lore and fandom that has emerged from this modern day masterpiece. The story of the high school princess with deep, dark secrets to hide is not new territory, but the way that Lynch handles it all with Twin Peaks takes the familiar to all new realms of weirdness, including the creation of iconic places and characters like the Black Lodge, the Log Lady, the production mistake that created the infamous Bob, and the eternally iconic Laura Palmer, and oh yeah, the film’s not half bad either. I doubt that David Lynch ever had any intention of reaching the heights of fame that Twin Peaks : Fire Walk with Me afforded him, but it would be dumb to think that he isn’t impressed with the magnitude of the world he created based on that single idea for a film.

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Somehow9am Productions // F*cking Sober: the first 90 days Podcast

Katie Mack, coord.

:"A call for artists in recovery for the 2nd Season of The Webby Award Winning Podcast Series 'F*cking Sober: the first 90 days.' We are looking for voice over talent and musicians/music producers for 'FS: Shadai.' 'F*cking Sober' is a semi-comedic mostly non-fictional narrative podcast following Shadai’s first 90 days of getting sober. Thirty-five year old Shadai is the black, queer, strong female in advertising— so what if she keeps shots in her bra for between meetings, right? But after a shitshow holiday party, a fuzzy cop encounter, and a disaster presentation with the new big account, Dry January doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Maybe Dry Forever is better. This is what it looks, acts, and feels like to get f*cking sober. This 8 episode serialized show features music by artists with their own story with recovery. F*cking Sober Season 1: Anita has received 15k downloads since it’s release in Nov 2020, and received a 2021 Webby Nomination for Best Limited Series, and a Webby Win for Best Writing for a Podcast. At this time we are only looking to work with artists who have a relationship/understanding of recovery. Please follow instructions for submitting and what to include in the cover letter to be considered! Thank you! Listen to Season 1 to get the vibe: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/f-cking-sober-the-first-90-days/id1538804959?i=1000499155627 And check out: www.fckingsoberpodcast.com @fckingsober90_podcast More information about Somehow9am Productions & Katie Mack (Producer): www.somehow9amproductions.com www.mackstage.com"

Roles

Shadai (Voiceover): Female, 18+WORK FROM HOMEproduction states: "Note: We are only accepting submissions from artists who have their own story in recovery, TY! 35 year old, black, queer, cis gender female attorney with a dry sense of humor, who has strong opinions and shares them sometimes, is a powerhouse and knows it all… until… until she doesn’t. Please note your experience with improv/comedy in your cover letter If you have writing experience or are interested in writing please note this in your cover letter. We will be giving writing credits to the right candidate who desires to contribute to the molding of this character."Required Media: Voice Reel

Other Characters (Voiceover): 20-70

"Note: We are only accepting submissions from artists who have their own story in recovery, TY! We are looking for diversity in every sense of the word, from all genders, to ages, to ethnicities, to lived experiences, to food preferences!! In short, we are looking to cast dope, interesting people. Looking to cast various characters through out the S2 Shadai, including but not limited to:

Dad (black, army veteran, a dad’s dad)

Mom (black, hyper critical, the opposite of Shadai)

Dana (any ethnicity, work enemy)

Coco (white, work bestie)

JewBoo aka Therapist (Jewish, confidant, motherly, with a special sense of humor)

Miriam (black, best friend and ex-lover who tells it like it is)

Galen (white, gay, best friend who is warm and caring and pushy)

15 other characters Please note any experience you may have with comedy/improv if any. Please submit your reel along with your cover letter."Required Media: Voice Reel, Cover Letter

Musicians (BIPOC Artists in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music from BIPOC identifying artists.

Musicians (Queer Identifying Artist in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music by Queer Artists.

Musicians (Non-BIPOC/Non-Queer Artists in Recovery) (Voiceover): 18+ music from non-BIPOC or non-Queer Identifying Artists in recovery.

"To be produced over the course of October 2021 - January 2022 Shadai’s commitment is estimated at two hrs/wk. Other characters 30mins. Musicians, all work should already exist. Please be prepared to send stems or stripped down tracks."

Compensation & Union Contract Details

Stipend: $25 - $75Production states: "Shadai (Lead Character), $550 for full season. All Other Characters: $25-$50 per episode. Musicians: $25-$75 per song per episode. Sync license contract."

Seeking talent: Nationwide (United States)

Website:http://www.fckingsoberpodcast.com

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'Rain: Series III'

12 Voiceover Roles

PAID WORK FROM HOME NONUNION

Deadline: September 14, 2021 8:59 PM

JKPRising James Klim, filmmaker

Seeking voiceover talent for "Rain: Series III," a web-series, created in the video game Halo Reach on MCC via Xbox/PC. "This series will have a total of 13 episodes. I have many characters to cast, 12 specifically. If you wish to learn more about the show, you can check out my documentary series regarding the show. You can view the first episode here - www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlzPQvJS3og A little bit about me, I am a freelance filmmaker who actually got into film through making Halo videos as a kid when I was younger. You can check out some of my work here - www.jkprising.com/ I've always wanted to return to my roots & finish a series I was never able to before, but now I have the time to focus on it. This is a paid position. Rates depend on each character as some have more lines than others & vice versa. I am not the wealthiest person in the world, but I will to compensate each voice actor for their performance. My budget per character is between $100 - $300. This again, all varies per character. In this post, there is a video of what the character will look like in the series. I have also attached a single page from a random episode script from the show. The highlighted lines are what the character will say. There will also be non verbal lines highlighted, this is meant to be voiced kind of like an anime, where every movement usually has sounds. Typically, how would you make a sound if you did any of the following, head turn, turns around, surprised gasp, sighs, etc. Since this a paid gig, I am expecting a professional voice audition & if hired, continued professional audio. This means minimum to no background noise. The audio needs to be crisp."

Roles

Chloe Moody (Voiceover): Female, 18-35WORK FROM HOME29. Voice type: English/United Kingdom accent, polite, doesn't get mad often but when she does, she loses it, anxious, low self esteem, hopeful. Chloe Moody used to be a psychiatrist, but after the death of her soon to be husband, she spiraled into insanity. She met someone later on in life named Tom Rains, who looked exactly like her dead boyfriend. She became obsessed with him & tried to get with him, which sunk her further into a deep depression. She finally hit rock bottom, which causes her to seek out help from the very people she used to serve. Chloe meets a psychiatrist named Jennifer, who is able to help herself almost fully recover. Chloe eventually accidently runs back into Tom, which triggers Chloe to try one last time. After a final rejection, Chloe comes to the realization that she is not redeemable & decides to take her own life in front of Tom. Chloe's death, triggers a massive event for Tom Rains, which has massive ramifications for the series. Chloe is a major character and will appear in a couple episodes.Languages:

English

Accents:

British

Australian

Voice Styles:

Soft

Softspoken

Crazy

Compassionate

Sad

Angry

Required Media: Voice Reel

Dark Daryl (Voiceover): Male, 18-40WORK FROM HOME

32, voice type: Very dark presence, evil. sadistic, look at examples like Yami Marik from the Original Yu-Gi-Oh - www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xaa_ycud6o, manic, darkness. Dark Daryl is the darkness of his original persona, Daryl. Daryl accidentally acquired a powerful technology known as an imperium. This caused Daryl to lose himself to it at some point & was taken over by an alternate personality named, The Professor, which caused tons of damage. When Daryl came back to his senses, the damage had been done & others abandoned him, which caused him to grow angry at something that he didn't consciously do. Daryl once again loses himself to the imperium, which turns into Dark Daryl, a representation of all the anger & hatred he endured over the course of his past uncontrollable actions. Dark Daryl is very aggressive, sadistic & wants to destroy the people who wronged him in the past. Eventually, he comes face to face with Daryl & fights to stay as the one who remains in control, even if that means killing Daryl & anyone who gets in his way. Dark Daryl is a character who appears in the second half of the show, & becomes the series main villain. He will appear in many episodes.

Languages:

English

Voice Styles:

Aggressive

Angry

Evil

Commanding

Straightforward

Scary

Dangerous

Intimidating

Demonic

Required Media: Voice Reel

Nikki (Voiceover): Female, 18-35 WORK FROM HOME

25. Voice type: Energetic, passionate, caring, open-minded, loving, positive, independent, fighter. Nikki used to date Tom Rains. She didn't really have much going for her, as she had no ambition at all during that time of her life. After Tom broke up with her, this was quite the shock to Nikki. It caused her to really dive deep within herself & from that moment, she tried to learn more about herself. She discovered a love for storytelling, & so went into journalism. Nikki is now dating Jennifer & they have been together for almost a year. Nikki eventually gets wrapped up in a major conspiracy, which drags many of her friends in with her. She is in for the story of her entire career. Nikki is a major character and will appear in many episodes.

Languages:

English

Voice Styles:

Comforting

Compassionate

Caring

Amusing

Animated

Brave

Heroic

Required Media: Voice Reel

Talent works remotely with professional recording equipment.

Professional Pay: $100 - $300Pays between $100-$300 depending on character.

Nationwide (United States)

Additional Materials

Website: https://www.jkprising.com/

Nikki Audition.pdf - https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/7f95c65b-ab53-43d3-a66b-9e59d1041acb.pdf

Dark Daryl Audition.pdf - https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/00cfdf46-84c1-4da6-9dee-91c7bcdeed3d.pdf

Chloe Moody Audition.pdf https://d26oc3sg82pgk3.cloudfront.net/files/media/uploads/casting_call/186cbe9e-9c7e-4ce5-bcbe-2407a9dec00b.pdf

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The Stars in Your Eyes

THIS IS PART 2 OF TO THE MOON AND BACK

Part 2: Chapter 1 Part 2: Chapter 2

A/N: I’m thinking of starting a one-shot “series” based off of songs, send me a message with any songs you want to see!

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 4,898

9/30/2015

A string of murders across the country led Hotch to tell Rossi and Morgan to fly out to Seattle to investigate. The victims had peculiar face paint when they were found.

Reid was at his desk reading books insanely fast when you both noticed Hotch and Garcia enter the bullpen. He gave you a look telling you to follow him. You both stood from your desks and made your way to the conference room.

“Is it the same unsub?” you asked as you and Reid rushed in.

Rossi was looking over some files when you entered, “yeah.”

“Two murders on two coasts in two days,” Morgan flipped the pages in front of him. “This guy is on a mission and he’s not going to rest until he completes it.

Hotch entered on the tail-end of Morgan’s thought, “neither will we.”

“But we’re still down two profilers,” Garcia looked around the room with a sour look on her face. JJ was on maternity leave and Kate quit.

“Our six brains against his one,” Rossi pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Everyone take a few minutes to review the case and we'll meet back in 20 minutes,” Hotch grabbed one of the files from the table and left. The rest of you followed in his footsteps, grabbing files and leaving the room.

Reid went to sit at his desk and you sat on the floor next to it. For some reason, you always worked better on the floor than at a desk. The twenty minutes flew by and you all returned to the conference room.

“We know for a fact that victim number one was bound and gagged,” Morgan read a page of the file, “but it doesn’t look like number two was.”

“Windows in both residences were tampered with,” Reid noted.

“So he knows how to get in and out undetected,” you finished his thought for him.

Garcia piped up, “ok, so that’s impressive because aluminum foil is super crinkly.” The team looked at each other with different looks of confusion. “I’m sorry, I’m not a profiler, I’m trying my best.”

“No, it’s a fair point,” Rossi leaned forward in his chair. “He snuck up on a tweaker who probably hadn't slept in a couple of days.”

“M.O. said this guy is good at hunting,” you leaned back in your chair.

Hotch flipped through the pages with a confused look on his face, “Cause of death?”

“Cardiac arrest, but Dr. Mertz in the crime lab can’t pin down how,” Morgan sighed and rested his face in his hands.

“He might hide it under the face paint,” you held your hand out to Reid under the table. “What we’re assuming is a ritual might be a forensic countermeasure,” Reid interlocked his fingers with yours.

“What do we know about the face paint?” Rossi asked.

“Traditional greasepaint used by clowns,” Reid like to talk with his hands so he had to let go of yours, “but, applied to resemble a Pulcinella.”

Garcia pulled her phone out, “ok, I totally know what that is, but I’m going to google it in case someone doesn’t.”

“Sorry,” Reid leaned forward. “The clown archetype that we recognize today actually dates back to a 16th-century stage tradition called commedia dell’arte, where actors wore masks to resemble their characters. The Pulcinella was a trickster character, usually without a voice. He used a horn to make funny noises.”

“Maybe the victims tricked him, and he’s remaking them in death how e saw them in life,” Rossi added.

“So this is a vendetta by the unsub and not a compulsion,” Hotch’s phone started to ring as he finished his sentence.

“It’s gonna make this guy really hard to profile,” you sighed.

Hotch picked up his phone, “Alright, Dave, keep working on victimology. Morgan, stay on the M.O. Reid and Y/N, dig deeper into the ritual. I’ll be right back.” He stood from the table and left the room. You figured he had to talk to some of the applicants to replace Kate.

The group of you left the room. Morgan headed to the crime lab. You grabbed a map from down the hall for Reid to work on. When you wheeled it back into t bullpen Rossi and Reid were already hard at work.

“Thank you,” Reid gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing a marker. Rossi stood up and opened the file in his hand, “well this doesn’t clear up much. Vic number one was a divorced dad who got custody of his kids.”

“And two was the local drug supplier,” Reid paced in front of the whiteboard.

“What connects these guys?” You sat on Reid’s desk.

Rossi sighed, “nothing.”

“And we would never have made the connection if it weren’t for the face paint,” Reid looked incredibly confused. “Which begs the question, why do it at all?”

“To taunt us, feel superior,” you added.

“It’s obviously a message,” Spence started to rummage around his desk. “My assumption is has something to do with the mouth.” He picked up the book that was next to you and flipped to a seemingly random page. “Look at this,” he showed Rossi a picture from the book, “the colors of the Pulcinella are oddly inverted. Traditionally the character has a black face and a white jaw, he’s painting it the other way around.”

“You said that this character was the precursor to today’s clown because he couldn’t speak, right?” you hopped off the desk and stood next to him.

“Yeah that’s right,” he glanced at you.

“So he was also the first mime, too,” you pointed at a few of the pictures of the board.

Reid turned to look at you, “very much so, which means he himself might have an injury to the jaw.”

Morgan came into the room and joined the three of you, “our unsub can’t eat solid food.”

“How do you know?” you turned to him with a look of confusion.

“Dr. Mertz found a nutritional supplement in the stomachs of the victims,” he pointed to the board, “what have you guys figured out?”

“Y/N, can you get Hotch and Garcia, I think I know what’s happening,” Reid grabbed a few papers and books from his desk and went to the conference room.

You did as he asked and got Hotch and Garcia to go to the conference room. When they got there Reid was standing at the front of the room while Morgan and Rossi were sitting.

“What is it, Reid?” Hotch sat down in the chair next to Reid.

“The unsub has a feeding port in his stomach,” he said such a gross sentence very nonchalantly.

“He has a feeding port in his stomach?” Garcia looked disgusted.

“The nutritional supplement that Dr. Mertz found in both victims would be ideal for someone who couldn’t eat normally,” he was very cute when he talked with his hands. “So if the unsub sustained an injury to the jaw, it would also suggest that he is unable to speak.”

“Hence the Pulcinella mask,” Rossi leaned back in his chair. “It’s his way of communicating.”

Garcia was listening very intently, “what is he trying to say?”

“Well let’s work our way back to that based on what we know,” Morgan picked up the file in front of him. “We know this guy travels thousands of miles in two days. So he probably doesn’t sleep. He’s able to sneak into a suburban house or a drug den undetected. He overwhelms his victims silently and then injects them, and then as they lay there dying over the course of an hour, he simply sits over them and leaves them a highly symbolic message, but it’s a precise message. His victims are seizing up right in front of him, but this guy does not miss a brushstroke. This is a man who’s been around death before. It doesn’t faze him. Who else would leave this type of message?”

“Drug cartels,” Reid’s face lit up. “Cutting the tongues out of snitches and the hands off of thieves.”

“The mafia,” Rossi leaned back, “sleeping with the fishes and all that.”

“Oh my god,” you picked up your file, “he’s a hitman,” the team shot you confused looks. “Think about it only a contract killer could be this good.”

Morgan nodded, “his message isn’t for us, it’s for his customers.” With this final revelation, everyone sighed.

There was a knock at the door behind you. You turned around to see Anderson standing with a file in his hand, “Sir, they discovered a new body.”

“Thank you, Anderson,” Hotch followed Anderson out of the room.

You leaned back in your chair, “do you guys want to go get lunch?” Everyone agreed except for Garcia who had to help dig up for information on the newest victim.

Once Garcia left you all quickly decided on a restaurant and piled into your car. You got to the restaurant and enjoyed an incredibly normal meal for your insane life. Rossi paid and you all made your way back to the BAU. As you pulled in Rossi got a call from Hotch saying that we are ready to give the profile. The four of you made your way upstairs and to the bullpen. Hotch got you caught up on the new information. The group of prospective agents was called in and you all prepared to deliver the profile.

“The unsub that we're looking for is a contract killer who is doubling back to kill his former customers,” Morgan started. “This man is highly skilled and well-trained. Under no circumstances should he be engaged without back-up.”

“So is this a case of organized crime tying up loose ends?” one of the agents asked.

“Organized crime's got nothing to do with this, at least not in the traditional sense,” Rossi warned

You could see the gears turning in Reid’s head, “in 2013, the Bureau took down the Silk Road network. Our initial assumption was that it was an encrypted online market for illegal drugs, which it was, but upon further inspection, we were stunned at the breadth of goods and services being traded online. Weapons, child porn, even hitmen.”

“And the payment scheme was escrow based, in which the buyer would put down half as a deposit and the other half when the seller delivered,” you clarified. “We've now confirmed that all 3 victims hired the unsub over the past year through a similar escrow system.”

“So why is he killing his old clients?” the same recruit asked.

“Hitmen

don't leave a message unless you pay them to,” Rossi always had an answer. “The exception is to leave a warning for customers or competitors.”

“This unsub suffered some sort of injury to his jaw or voice, most likely as a result of something these customers did,” Reid said. “The Pulcinella mask is his statement on revenge and justice-- betray the oath between customer and contractor and you pay the price.”

“Now, normally a man with this kind of defect would attract attention,” Morgan started. “The fact that he hasn't indicates that he has deep pockets and a network of resources at his disposal.”

“Share this profile with your local divisions and with law enforcement. Search for escrow payments to match the unsub to his clients. One of those clients will be his next target. Thank you,” Hotch finished. With that, all of the starry-eyed recruits fled from the bullpen.

Morgan and Garcia fled the room as well, leaving you and Reid to fend for your selves. The two of you sat at your desks for an hour without saying a word. You eventually got up from your desk and went to sit by him. You sat on the floor and rested your head on his lap. He used one hand to flip through the pages of his book and the other to pet your hair. You felt your eyes starting to close when Morgan and Garcia frantically ran into the room.

“We found the next victim,” Morgan held up a piece of paper. Hotch and Rossi came down from their offices, you and Reid both stood up and went to meet them.

“Name and location?” Hotch said as the five of you rushed to the elevator.

Garcia waved her phone at you, “already sent.”

The doors of the elevator closed on a smiling Garcia. You all quickly jumped into your SUV’s and drove to the beat-up garage in Baltimore. Hotch told you that there wasn’t going to be much time to get ready hen you got there, so you had to get your vests on now. Reid and Morgan put theirs on while you kept your eyes on the road. When they were done, Reid helped you squeeze into yours while keeping at least one hand on the wheel.

You pulled into a parking lot with ten cop cars and two SWAT units. Morgan quickly sought out the SWAT team captain to coordinate your entry “how do you want to do this captain?” You all shook the captain’s hand.

“We’ll breach and clear,” he pointed to the building behind him. “When it’s locked down, the site is yours. Sound good?”

You all nodded in agreement. The captain started to walk back toward his team and you all followed, drawing your weapons. The SWAT team threw the doors to the garage open and worked there way inside, “Police!” one of them yelled.

“Don’t shoot, do not shoot,” a voice called out from behind a car.

The captain found the car and raised his weapon, “come out with your hands up!”

“That’s gonna be real hard, real hard,” the voice yelled. “Look!”

You were the first to go around the car to see what was happening, “Morgan, get everyone out of here,” you holstered your gun and looked back at Morgan with a worried look on your face.

“What is it?” Reid furrowed his brow and moved closer to you. “Grenade!” he shouted when he finally saw what you were staring at.

The SWAT team started to yell at him to drop it but he yelled that he couldn’t.

“Put your weapons down!” Reid lowered his gun and approached him, “you mean that literally, you literally can’t drop it.”

“Yeah,” his temper was short.

“What’d he use? What’d he use?” Morgan repeated with more ferocity each time.

The man nodded his head toward the cart next to him, “over there.”

“It’s dried and set,” Reid was holding the man’s hands in his own, “he glued over the pin-hole.”

“Do you have any acetone?” you knelt down at his side to examine it yourself.

“That won’t work, that won’t work,” the victim kept repeating this to Reid over and over.

Morgan picked up the bottle the man gestured to, “Y/N, he’s right. It’s an industrial acrylic. It holds car parts together.” The SWAT team was leaving to set up a perimeter but you four were going to stay.

“Look, you gotta do something, ok?” the man kept pushing his hands closer to you.

You tried your best to stay as calm as possible, “we’re going to do everything we can.” Reid was frantically looking around for a solution.

“My hand is cramping, just do something, all right?” the man yelled at you this time.

“Y/N, four cars,” Reid was still looking around the room.

“Each car has a battery, right?” you stood up and looked at him. “Each battery has an electrolyte solution of 62% water, 38% sulfuric acid.”

“Y/N, that won’t work,” Morgan sighed.

“Why not?” Rossi was definitely confused at this point.

“Because the acrylic will still stay bonded to the metal,” Morgan grabbed the man’s hands to help keep them still.

“Absolutely true, but it will also create a saponification effect on his flesh,” Reid explained. “The grenade will literally slide out of his hand like a wet bar of soap.”

“Of course, there will be an intense burning sensation on the skin, and the smell will be horrendous,” you pointed out.

“You can't--you're not burning my hands! You're not gonna do it!” he shouted \.

Stay still!” Morgan shouted back

“Hey, listen, pal. We have two geniuses working to save you so just shut up,” Rossi said sternly.

Reid ran to find a turkey baster and quickly got some of the solution from the batteries. You, Morgan, and Rossi all put on gloves to protect your hands.

“Sit down,” Morgan snapped at the man.

“This is gonna hurt, but you'll survive. Is everybody ready?” Reid came to meet you with the solution.

“Yeah,” you were the one tasked with grabbing the grenade as it slid out of his hands. “Just watch your aim. All right, my hand's on the lever.” Reid started to dispense the solution on his hands. It was difficult to listen to the man screaming, but you knew it was for the best. After a while, the man’s hands detached from the grenade and it slid right into your hands, “I’ve got it,” you shouted.

Morgan wrapped his hands in a towel and tried to soak up the acid, “Are we safe Rossi?”

Rossi examined the miniature bomb in your hands, “yeah the lever’s st-” he paused, then you heard it. The click that it was armed. “Run!” Rossi shouted.

Your instincts took over, you threw the grenade as far as you could and high tailed it out of there. Right as you ran through the door you heard the explosion. The five of you ducked behind a police car and covered your heads.

“You guys ok? Anyone hurt?” Reid asked as everything settled down. “You ok?” he asked while wrapping you in a hug.

“I’m fine,” your breathing was heavy but that you were fine.

Rossi grabbed the man you just saved from being blown up and shoved him in the back of a police car. The rest of you hopped into your SUV and headed back to Quantico. Morgan grabbed the ‘victim’ and dragged him to an interrogation room.

Before you went to your desk, you took a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up a bit. You were splashing some of the cold water onto your skin when you saw Reid walk in.

“Are you okay?” he had worry in his eyes and on his face.

You turned around and leaned against the sink, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m not,” you sobbed into his shoulder. “I don’t want to live without you.”

“You’ll never have to,” he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for well over an hour. Morgan texted you to come to the bullpen right away. You cleaned up your tears, grabbed Reid’s hand, and made your exit.

“Ok, so, a week ago, this guy stumbles into the Atlantic City E.R., having been shot in the jaw,” Garcia started as you walked into the bullpen. “Can't give them his name 'cause of the whole shot in the mouth thing. But his fingerprints lit up the Rome police database like a Christmas tree.” “Italian,” Rossi interjected. “That explains the pulcinella influence.”

“Yeah. They were able to get a name-- Giuseppe Montolo, but by the time Jersey P.D. got there, Montolo had been patched up and made his escape,” Garcia finished.

“And now he's on some type of payback gig,” Morgan started. “He has no idea who double-crossed him, so now he's killing every customer that he suspects might have done it.”

“I tried to use Al's username and password to flush out other clients, but they don’t call it the Darknet for nothing,” Garcia seemed distraught that she couldn’t anything.

“Then we let it go,” you chimed. “We're not going to catch him that way.”

“What other way is there?” Garcia asked.

“Montolo changed his M.O. drastically with the last victim,” Hotch pointed out. “He went from up close and personal to collateral damage. Al blows himself up or we kill him. Either way, it's a win-win.”

“If he made that dramatic a shift, it was a mistake,” Reid noted. “That's how we catch him.”

“All right, then let's do this old school,” Rossi stood from his seat. “Morgan, you took Al’s confession. Walk us through it like you're the unsub.”

“I got my victim on the ground, and I have the syringe in my hand,” Morgan started to walk around the room. “I have total control over him. This is my moment. I'm gonna make him pay for what he did. But Al said he got a text. I don't like what I see. Now I have to change my plan. What was on that text?”

“Someone tipped him off,” you shook your head. “He wouldn't deviate that much otherwise.”

“But that would mean that,” Garcia paused.

Hotch nodded, “we have a mole.”

“There's a lot of new faces around here want to join the BAU,” Rossi looked around the room at the people hanging around.

“I don't think it's a federal agent,” Reid narrowed his eyebrows. “I think it's someone in local law enforcement.”

“Based on what?” you turned to face him.

“The clock,” Reid pointed to a clock hanging on the wall across from him. “According to Al, the unsub left 5 minutes before we showed up. That's a narrow window. Too narrow for him to wait around for an embolism, but he had to figure out a way to deal with his last victim. Montolo changed his M.O. at the last moment because he learned about us at the last moment.”

“So the last on to hear the cavalry was coming is the Judas,” Rossi nodded. “That means a local cop.”

“Or SWAT. You said Wilson pulled his men off the scene?” Hotch asked.

“He said he wanted to box the unsub in,” Rossi reminded. “But maybe he really wanted to ensure he got out.”

“We profiled that the unsub would have support and resources,” you pointed out. “An ally in SWAT would give him both.”

Morgan sighed, “we go after a captain, we need more than a profile, we need proof.”

“The security perimeter they set up, they would have recorded every license plate-- Garcia,” Hotch turned to the perky blonde.

She rushed over to the laptop she had set-up, “yes, sir. Ok. Cross-referencing last name Wilson. Uh, ok. I got a Ford Taurus. It is registered to Betty Wilson, wife of Captain Phil Wilson.”

“Quite a plan these 3 have,” you scoffed. “He waved his own wife through the checkpoint. And she secured the hit man's escape.”

“Montolo has them both working under duress,” Morgan shook his head. “Wilson has to be a customer.”

“Which means he's also a target,” Hotch sighed. “Dave, you get to the wife’s house.”

Rossi quickly got up and headed for the elevator. Within 20 minutes he called saying that Montolo had taken Phil. Hotch sent Reid and Morgan to drive around until we can get them an address. Garcia ran to grab some equipment that Hotch needed to call Phil.

“You ready?” Hotch asked Garcia, who was setting up the phone call.

She connected aa wire and started to type on her computer, “Almost. Setting up caller I.D. Spoofing and... Dialing.”

Hotch turned to you and handed you the phone, “ok, all you have to say is, ‘It's me. Can you talk?’ And I'll take it from there.”

You held the phone to your ear and tried to change your voice a little, “It’s me, can you talk.”

“Yeah,” you could hear the shakiness in his voice.

You handed the phone to Hotch, “not on speaker,” you whispered.

“Captain, this is Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. We're going to get you out of this. Just drive normally and follow my prompts. Can you talk? Yes, it's fine, or not right now. Did you enter the address in the map apps on your phone? We're getting the address from your phone, sir. My team is going to beat you there. You're gonna drive him straight to us. Sir, you are the last errand. He's going to kill you.” Hotch shortly set the phone down. You all waited around and held your breath waiting for a call from Morgan. Rossi had called Hotch and left his phone on so we could hear his conversation with the wife.

“3 years ago, I had two miscarriages, back to back, just like that,” you could hear a crying woman. My O.B. prescribed painkillers, and after a while... My...dealer wanted me to do things. He wouldn't leave me alone. That's when I read about Silk Road. I could buy the drugs anonymously, and... And more than that. I kept it all a secret until he showed up at our door. Then I didn't have a choice. When I told Phil... He said he still loved me. God, I'm so sorry.”

“You get all that?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah,” Hotch answered. “Relay that to Morgan and Reid. As soon as Montolo lands, he's gonna kill Wilson. There'll be no time to intercept or talk him down.” As Hotch was talking, you noticed he was staring at one of the new recruits.

Shortly after Rossi hung up, the phone started to ring in the bullpen, “oh, dear, Captain Wilson is calling us, he’s calling home,” Garcia said as she saw the caller ID.

“I can try to fake it,” you stuttered to Hotch.

“All right, everyone quiet,” Hotch announced. “Stay off your phones. No one makes a sound. Lewis, you're up,” a pretty black woman started to approach the desk you had set-up at.

“H-hello?” She picked up the phone. “What is it? Is everything ok?”

“Hotch,” you heard Morgan’s voice through your earpiece. “He just landed.”

“Phil?” She continued. “Just do what you need to do and get home, ok? Sweetie, I can hear it in your voice. What is it?”

“Morgan, do you have a shot?” Hotch asked.

“Do you have a visual?” you assumed Morgan asked one of their SWAT members. “Hotch, this is negative. Wilson's in the way.”

“Honey, talk to me, baby,” the new agent was really good. “Tell me where your head is at. I know. I'm so, so sorry about all of it, but just keep your head down and we'll get through this. Ok? Do you hear me, baby? Just keep your head down.” You saw both Hotch and the new agent pull the phone away from their faces. The new agent set the phone back on the receiver.

“What happened?” you asked.

Hotch set his headphones down, “someone fired.” You hated this part of the job. You weren’t able to know who was shot and who was shooting, for all you knew Reid could have been laying a puddle of his own blood.

You waited in agony for a few minutes before Garcia’s phone started to ring, “It's Reid,” she answered the phone. Reid, what happened? What happened? What happened?”

We got both of them,” you heard Reid over the phone and let out a long sigh of relief. “Alive.”

“Yes!” Garcia practically screamed.

“Good work,” Hotch smiling was a nice sight to see. “We'll see you back here.”

“Look, I just want to say, even if I don't get the position that this was the best job interview ever,” the new agent was smiling from ear to ear.

“Penelope Garcia,” Garcia stretched her hand out to the new agent. “You're marvelous. She's marvelous.”

“I’m Dr. Y/N Reid,” you went to shake her hand.

“Reid?” she furrowed her brow. “Are you and that other agent siblings?”

“We’re married actually,” you gave her a warm smile.

“Agent Lewis,” Hotch interrupted. “I believe I asked you to wait and that was about 36 hours ago.”

“It was completely worth it,” Agent Lewis was still smiling.

“Maybe we could have that sit-down now?” Hotch asked.

“Yes, 2 a.m. is my jam,” she started to walk toward Hotch’s office. You turned around and started to pack your stuff up. You hadn’t even realized it was that late.

“Sir?” Garcia stopped him.

Hotch turned around to face Garcia, “Yes.”

“Do I have to organize the other applicants to follow her?” Garcia whispered.

Hotch smiled, “no, you can tell them the position's been filled.”

You liked agent Lewis and smiled at Hotch’s answer. The two of them went to his office and closed the door. Garcia grabbed her equipment and headed back to her office.

The bullpen was quiet, which is an odd sight. You laid your head down on your desk and closed your eyes. You made a promise with yourself that you wouldn’t fall asleep. Unfortunately, you were woken up by Reid who was crouching by your side and playing with your hair.

“Let’s go home,” he smiled at you when he saw your eyes open.

You yawned, “please.” Standing from your seat you grabbed your car keys from your pocket.

Reid grabbed the keys from your hand as you got to the elevator, “I’m driving,” he smirked. You pouted at his chivalry.

When you got to the car you snuggled into your seatbelt to try and fall asleep again, “I love you,” you whispered as you fell asleep. Before you were knocked out you heard a small scoff and an ‘I love you too.’

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fic

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racingtowardsaredlight · 5 years

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Mind My Manners

Author’s Note: Okay so this wasn’t a request, my thirsty ass just thought this up so pls enjoy

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader (FWB), Ben Hardy x Reader (platonic-ish)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, hot dudes

Title Creds: Mind My Manners - Ashnikko

“It’s Joe isn’t it?” Ben asked, a smirk present on his face while he awaited your answered. “What? No!,” You replied while smacking his arm with his couch pillow, Ben trying to dodge you as best as he could without dropping his beer. “Joe was a one time thing and even if it were to happen again, there is no way I could catch feelings for him. He’s basically my boss Ben!” The blonde just laughed at you, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay okay, but I’m going to figure out what guy you’ve got a thing for and then I’m-”

“I DON’T HAVE A THING FOR ANYONE BEN” you shout, staring at the ceiling and laughing half in frustration, half in actual amusement at your best friend’s attempts.

“Whatever.” He said, taking a swig out of his beer before turning his head to where he could hear his front door opening.

Looking in the same direction as Ben, you saw Joe slip through the apartment’s entrance. He waved quickly as he shut the door and then moved to place the beer he brought with him into the fridge, pulling one out for himself and using Ben’s counter to pop the top off of it. Taking his place between you and Ben, Joe made himself comfortable and slung an arm over your shoulder. Not being one to resist a Joe cuddle you snuggled closer, ignoring the wiggle of Ben’s eyebrow and enjoying the smell of his aftershave and the cool night air still on him from his walk to Ben’s place.

“So Joseph were your ears burning?” He asked, earning a glare from you and a confused look from Joe. “Why would my ears be burning, Benji? You talking about my arms again?” Joe winked at Ben while you loudly laughed, leaving Ben to roll his eyes at the both of you. “Oh my God that was one time!” he shouted, covering his hands with his face while the two of you continued to tease him. “Yeah but you talked for a long time and then you asked if you could squeeze them. And then you did. For like half an hour.” You added, Ben arguing about how he did not do that for that long and he was so drunk so it didn’t matter anyways.

“Moving on, Y/N here has a crush on someone and I’m trying to get her to admit that you guys are totally in love with each other.” Ben said bluntly as he changed the subject back to his original topic. You and Joe both gave Ben a “woah” before staring at each other and then back at Ben. Joe was the first to speak, trying his best to break the tension.

“Look what happened between us was not- is not- I don’t- like I’m not-”

“Joe I’m not into you like that either calm down. Ben is just being an asshole” You said, giving Ben an actual glare as Joe’s cheeks started to lose their redness, sighing in relief as he snuggled you closer to him once again. Ben drank from his bottle again before speaking, “I really am just kidding dude. But she’s trying to tell me there’s no one she’s crushing on and I am not believing it.”

“Oh who she’s crushing on? It’s Duke for sure. She stares at him all day long during their scenes together which is great considering their characters are in love but usually that stops for other actors when when I call cut. Y/N however just keeps on staring.” Joe said nonchalantly, your cheeks getting red as you gawked at the auburn haired man in front of you.

It was completely true. When Joe announced that his movie, Undrafted, got the green light for a series on Netflix, you basically begged him to consider you for a part. You loved the movie and had gushed about to Joe on many occasions so of course you were jumping the chance to be in the series. He said yes and ended up casting you as Ty’s girlfriend, where you would have to work alongside Duke Davis Roberts every day. It was great at first and you guys had great chemistry but lately you had been feeling uneasy. You were developing a huge crush on Duke and had tried your best to keep it lowkey but clearly Joe saw right through your efforts. You were left dumbfounded at Joe’s words and had no way to pretend you had no clue what he was saying.

“What I- how did you- Huh?” You tried to say anything that resembled a question but were failing miserably, an attempt that made Joe chuckle.

“Oh come on Y/N, I might fuck around on set but I do actually pay attention. Don’t worry though, Duke thinks you’re cute too. I bet you anything he’s waiting till we wrap to ask you out. He’s a gentleman like that.” Joe shrugged, drinking from his bottle while you processed his words. You’d entirely forgotten about Ben until he gave a meek “told you so”, him not realizing that you really did have a crush on anyone,

After the love life conversations you guys transitioned into some more lighthearted subjects, mostly Ben and Joe talking sports while you poked in with random memes you pulled up on your phone every now and again. The evening started to draw to a close, Ben remarking something about going for a run early in the morning as he stood and walked to his room, giving the both of you a goodnight. Joe checked his phone to see the time; realizing he stayed past his self-given curfew of midnight, Joe asked if he could crash with you in Ben’s guest room. Agreeing with a wink, you both got up and headed for the extra room next door to Ben’s room. You changed into some pajamas while Joe stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, the two of you climbing into the bed and wasting no time in cuddling up to each other. Joe gave your forehead a light kiss, you reciprocating with one just below his ear right on his sweet spot.

“I seem to remember a similar situation like this except with a lot less clothing.” He quipped while you gave a small chuckle. You hooked your leg over his waist, lifting yourself onto his lap. Placing both hands on his chest, rubbing lightly around his nipples while Joe gave a soft moan you replied, “Wanna do it again?” you asked. Joe sighed out a “yes please”, pulling you down to crash his lips to yours. You made out for a little while before you moved to kiss his jaw, then his neck, eventually making your way to his sweet spot once again, sucking a hickey into it while he moaned louder than he anticipated. You shushed him with a laugh, pointing in the direction of Ben’s room while he nodded.

Flipping the two of you over, Joe ground his hips against yours, a soft moan escaping your lips. It was his turn to mark you, leaving a few hickies from your sweet spot to your collarbone, biting down while thrusting against you. You moaned loudly at his actions, Joe clasping his hands over your mouth while he continued his assault on your neck. Lifting himself up, Joe removed his shirt while you did the same. You hooked your fingers into his boxers, tugging at the material until he sat up further to remove them completely. Reaching your hands down, you grasped his cock in your hand and gave him a few slow pumps. Joe’s head fell back with a groan as you pumped him, his hips thrusting in time with your movements. “Oh fuck right there” he moaned as you focused on his tip, rubbing your thumb just under the head of his dick.

Not wanting to neglect you, Joe pushed your panties to the side and started to rub your clit, his middle finger teasing at your entrance. You whined as he pushed his finger inside you, crying out as his long finger deftly found your g-spot. He shushed you once more before he sped of his movements, the hand that wasn’t pleasuring you coming up to rest against your mouth again. After a few more moments of both of your movements, you stilled your hand on Joe’s cock and reached down to stop his hand as it worked on you; the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Pulling him in for another kiss, you gasped out “I need you right now”. “Say no more” he said, removing your panties before lining up with your entrance and pushing into you.

You couldn’t help the load moan that escaped you as Joe pulled himself out and slammed back in, hitting your g-spot right away. He paused his movements as the two of stayed silent, waiting to hear Ben’s footsteps coming to yell at you or hear him shouting from the other room. Hearing nothing at all, Joe slowly started thrusting again, the both of you trying to keep it down, the pleasure almost too much for either of you to control your noises. You were brought back to reality by the sound of your ringtone for Ben. Shit you though he knows and we’re fucked. Stopping Joe’s movements you signaled for him to be quiet while you accepted the call.

Ben’s heavy breathing greeted you on the other end while you tried to keep yours down. “What’s up?” you asked, remaining as cool as possible. You could hear Ben scoff on the other end of the line, he did know what was up and there was no way he wasn’t going to get something out of this. “My two best friends are fucking right next door to me and are doing very poorly at hiding it.” He stated. “I-I’m sorry we’ll stop. It’s not -” “No no, don’t stop on my account. But at least give me something to work with.” He said, you’re confusion blocking your words, the only thing coming from your lips was “Huh?”.

“I said give me something to work with. Either be louder or put me on speaker. I’ve heard enough that I’m insanely hard and I need to get off and this is way hotter than the porn I usually go to.” He breathed out, you finally understanding while Joe sat above you bathed in confusion and sexual frustration while he tried not thrust into you. You gave Ben an okay and clicked your phone to speaker, setting it next to you while you asked Joe if this was okay with him as well. Replying with a moan, you took that as a yes and pulled his lips to yours once again. He kissed you sloppily, tongues fighting for dominance until his won over as he caught you off guard with a moan. Joe’s hips thrust his cock in and out of you at a quick and punishing pace. As he picked up speed, his fingers moved to run at your clit once more. He was close to his orgasm and wanted you to be the first one to cum, mostly because he knew it would make Ben lose his mind if he heard what Joe could do to you.

Speaking of the blonde, Ben’s moans could be heard through the speaker of your phone loud and clear even though they were pretty quiet considering how turned on this was making him. Joe noticed that Ben’s moans increased in tone whenever you would moan out, and they’d get even more prominent when you spoke Joe’s name. Slowing his pace to catch your attention, Joe mouthed to you say his name before returning once more to the pace he had set. You nodded, mouth opening on a moan as Joe continued to hit your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as he hit you incredibly deep, your head thrown back against the pillow as you clawed at Joe’s sides, “Oh fuck Ben you feel so good”

The moan that rang through your phone could be heard from Ben’s room as well, your voice gaining the loudest reaction you’d heard from him yet. Joe’s hips faltered at your words, something about you moaning another man’s name, his best friends name, turning him on even more and threatening to bring him to his conclusion before you.

“God you’re hot” Joe moaned as his pace began to quicken. He was so close and he knew you were too. His fingers on your clit sped up slightly as he leaned down to kiss from your neck to your chest, leaving a few bites on and between your breasts. You were lost in pleasure, panting and moaning as Joe worked his magic on you, your orgasm on the brink of crashing into you. While Joe was doing it all for you, Ben was the one to drive you home. He’d collected himself a little from hearing his name fall from your lips, but he was so overly turned on that he couldn’t last any longer.

Joe managed to hit a spot so deep in you while his fingers just slightly brushed over your clit that you couldn’t help the desperate, loud moan that left you. Ben heard it over the phone, but it was so loud that he was surprised his door didn’t shake at the intensity of it. That did him in. While a whimpered “oh fuck Y/N I’m cumming”, Ben released all over his torso, moans falling from his lips soon replaced with pants of exhaustion. That did you in for good. You cried out, back arching off the bed as you repeatedly spoke both Ben and Joe’s names. Joe was quick to follow you, collapsing onto your tired body as he tried to catch his breath.

A few moments - maybe minutes - later, a tired laugh came through the speaker. “Jesus if I knew that was going to be as hot as it was I would have called you a lot sooner” You laughed at your best friend as Joe did as well. “You’re welcome any time Jonesy” you replied, earning a chuckle from the Brit as you used his nickname. “Gonna have to second that one bud, shit was crazy” Joe said, voice muffled by where his head was buried in the pillow.

“All right I’m going to bed for real this time but uh, wake me up if you fuck buddies need an audience.” The phone beeped as Ben ended the call. You made sure it was plugged in and charging before you rolled on your side; resting your head on Joe’s back, listening to his even breathing as he fell into a deep sleep with you following just moments behind him.

#this took forever #im so sorry for the wait #mind my manners fic #bh #bh smut #jm #jm smut #ben hardy smut #ben hardy #joe mazzello smut #joe mazzello #borhap boys smut #borhap boys #ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x reader x ben hardy

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blurrypetals · 3 years

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Ghosts of the Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson, Kelly Link, & Robin Wasserman - blurrypetals review

originally posted jul. 25, 2019 - ★★★★★

[re-read for Shadowhunter Summer 2019]

"The only truly unbearable burden is living without love. You taught me that. You and Will."

All my Shadowhunter Summer 2019 reviews may contain untagged spoilers for all the books in The Shadowhunter Chronicles. If you wish to read a non-spoiler review for this book, you may scroll to the review I wrote on November 14, 2018.

I've already pretty extensively reviewed each story except the new ones so I'll just say, this collection is so much fun. It made me somehow even more insanely excited for The Last Hours and The Wicked Powers. The short story collections remain to be some of the best things about The Shadowhunter Chronicles and I hope this isn't the last of them. They just flesh out the world so well, it makes everything to those of us paying attention just that much more rewarding and it's a damn good way to close out Shadowhunter Summer for me.

Without further ado, here are my mini-reviews for The Lost World and Forever Fallen!

The Lost World Mini-Review:

Dang this was cool! I loved finally getting a POV from Livia, and such a unique and different one from anything we've ever seen in the Chronicles before. I also enjoyed the snapshot we got of what the Scholomance is like, and what the Cohort is up to in Idris. Also, welcome to the world, Wilhelmina Yiqiang Ke Carstairs! My heart busted in two when they announced her name. So excited to see where Ty and Livvy at the Scholomance go!

Forever Fallen Mini-Review:

Holy shit, gang. That was maybe the best teaser for The Wicked Powers that could have existed. Everything involving Kit and his new Carstairs family made me cry. Literally all of it, especially the passage about valuable things and Kit and Jem's final conversation. But holy cow, Janus! What an incredible ride this will be with not-Jace as our new big bad, and we get a chilling POV here with him. I love him, because he's Jace, but fully prepared to hate him, because, well...he's not.

The future of The Shadowhunter Chronicles is exciting and bold and this book gives us quite the incredible peek at it all and, needless to say, I'll be waiting with bated breath to see what we get next!

#ghosts of the shadow market #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #sarah rees brennan #maureen johnson #kelly link #robin wasserman #2019 #goodreads mirror #blurrypetals

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datarevived · 4 years

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-- Ⅲ : ʙᴇx

It had been three days since she arrived at the Tower.

The Warlock's voice still resting in the back of the Awokens’ mind, each time in passing the crowded Bazaar with hesitation. A stealth maneuver to remain unseen, unheard -- as she made her way to and fro the Courtyard. With few hours spent upon the Tower's rooftop, the past few days had been favored to feet resting upon dirt, taking the elevator down to the City where citizens just barely outmatched the presence of other Guardians.

Something was different about the air - its' touch more sincere than the crafted winds by Ghost piloted ships. The natural state of order carried between those who only had one life to live - their smiles more forgiving, while their work expressed an exhaustion more real than those who arrived back into the Tower with battered merit. In a way, something that she terribly missed... the emptiness that once rested upon her chest, now so full of unanswered questions.

An unapproved sense of responsibility... she didn't ask for, nor wished it.

" Ahhh~ "

With a blinking light, the tiny Ghost reveals itself to burden - welcomed by the sunrise across wooden canopy that surrounded the state of the city and its' preparation for new defenses. In some places, a wall that was already finished, while in others - parts that refused to fall since the beginning. Both citizen and Guardian alike, a mute coexistence that seemed more flavorful than those handled upon the Tower. It felt nicer here. More trustworthy. More real.

" Another stroll around the block? " the Ghost hums.

" Mm, " comes the quiet response. Still having yet attuned to the permanent company of ones' own Ghost. It's reveal always something startling, yet... welcomed. Even if it had the habit to talk too much.

" I'm surprised you haven't memorized the place yet. To whom are we paying a visit to today? "

A subtle hint in her active route of avoiding visits... one in particular, that weighed both on she and her Ghost's fate. Three days in, and she'd hardly spoken back to Hawthorne since getting settled. Hadn't really spoken to anyone, aside from her Ghost. Let alone, returned to Ikora. How upset she'd be if she decided to avoid the woman all together, she wonders. For how long would she be able to avoid the Vanguard's stare, knowing full well they could see her light?

" There's a tent I wanted to visit... " the Awoken says, pausing in her step within the City as she turned to her Ghost. " It smelled really good yesterday, almost like the Ramen place Hawthorne took us... but it wasn't noodles. "

" Good as in...? " her Ghost tilts, questionable expression dotted upon its' optic.

" I think I overheard someone use the term... ' curry '? " she ponders, lowering her gaze temporarily as she raises a hand to her chest. Violet brows furrowing in decision, her gaze then lifts to observe their surroundings and to which direction she'd remember such smells taking place. A bit further from the Tower, but still inward of the walls. " This way... I think. "

Upon gifted boots, her tracks follow in unison with several others. A frequent walkway between the markets that hung clothing from string and hand-held fruit in barrels. Ornaments that could be placed in jewelry displayed in sheered plastic cut outs, while suppliers stacked their wooden tables with revised weaponry - tweaks made to decommissioned wears. Trade made in other wears, or glimmer, or cheap pieces of gold from the Golden Age - the nostalgia to some older than several Wars and counting.

It wasn't until she by-passed the quiet corner of the market did the scent catch her nose in a hook -- its' flavor not yet rested in the air, but brewing still. The tent which had previously been opened yesterday to her knowledge, tied shut with a little white parchment resting upon knotted string.

Closed.

" I think we've shown up a bit too early, " her Ghost whirls, scanning the paper for confirmation before hovering back to the Awoken's side. " Maybe try again later? "

A disappointed furrow of ones' looks, the Guardian simply stands. The decision on whether to wait it out or not - she had already looped the place more than twice in the previous days. Nothing else having caught her eye in particular with the small set of glimmer she had been gifted. The only other thing on her list, the very subject she had been avoiding. They would have to go back to the Tower, and find Ikora.

" Heeey! "

" ...? "

" Heeeeeeey! You there, Guardian! "

A nervous chill rings down her back at the call, the womans' attention turning briefly from which the voice came. Somewhere further up the pathway, the shade of another being waving its' hand against the sun's rays, providing merely a silhouette to detail. Two yellow optics piercing against the distorted color of ones clothes - its shape getting closer and closer as it jogged towards she and her companion.

" Hey!, Sorry - I, whew- - I didn't know what else to, awh man - outta shape, uh, I didn't know what else to call you to get your attention, " the person speaks, its' mouth glowing in an orangish tint per every syllable spoken. Upon proper inspection - the being wasn’t even human, but something else. Some of which she had witnessed many and above those in the Tower. The ones that were known as Exo-Units. " I uh, saw ya - standin' here, looked like you were gonna leave, " it continues, briefly crouching its knees in as hands rested upon its' kneecaps, a mechanical pant wheezing between its' speech. " This place, it opens. In uh.. Screws, Screws! What time is it? "

As on call, another flicker of light ignites to the scene. A strange looking Ghost if Selene ever did see one - its' shape much rounder than the shell upon her very own. Like a chubby side-ways cross, if the cross's edges were insanely curved. Its' colors, an assortment of teal on yellow - not the most... coordinated of schemes. A bit hard to look at, actually.

" ɪᴛ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ 𝟿:𝟻𝟹, " it's voice chirps. It's tone far more mechanical than any Ghost thus observed, as if running through a Golden Age computer tech. Something that was truly more machine than sentient being. Causing that of Selene and her own Ghost to exchange glances before turning back to the Exo in question.

" Seven minutes - probably six, really - she's always out here untying the knot a minute early, " the Exo explained, waving a hand. " Stick around, promise its' worth it. I'll even - I pay your way. I pay your way, and you - ugh - you tell me about yourself. Nice chat - none the pervy stuff. Not into it -- " another wave, followed by the attempt of standing back at ones' full height, " But just a friendly, chat with a stranger. No strange stuff. Except... well... "

" ʜᴇ ʜᴀs -- ɴ𝟶 ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, " the strange Ghost clicks, an unintentional emphasis on the ' no ', but it seems to hurt the others' feelings all the same.

" Auwh, come on, Screws! " the Exo cried, shaking its' head in defeat. " Why ya' gotta do that?! "

" I uh... " Selene starts, a perplexed blink as she stared at the two, " I don't... have any friends either? So maybe we can... work somethin' out... “

" Honestly, it seems one of you have a few screws' loose, " her Ghost retorts, whirling between the space of the other two beings.

" Well, he is my missing link, " the Exo snorts, motioning towards its' Ghost. " A basket case without'm. Hence the name - eh? Eh? "

" His... name is ' Screws '? " the Awoken squints.

" And I'm BEX! Nice to meet'ya! " the Exo grins, jabbing a hand in greeting. An awkward pause in between before Selene reaches out to return the favor; its’ grip seemingly more eager than anticipated as she felt her head spin at the force. " One of the most handsome Exo's in town! "

" H-Handsome --? " Selene repeats, shaking her head to cease the spinning. She offers the other an examining glance before pulling words together. What little of its’ frame she could tell... it was something between a brownish bronze with silver. " I suppose you're... not too bad to look at. “

" You suppose?! “ comes the exclamation, another sudden look of defeat grazed upon the Exo’s features. " Y'know what, just take'm, " he pushes his Ghost, Screws, over towards her, " You'll get along g r e a t. "

" Hey, wait a minute...! No, no! This ones' mine, " the other Ghost retaliated, its shell then zooming between Selene and the floating oddity. A violent shake, as if trying a scare tactic from the nameless, the more colorful of the two merely stays in place - indifferent to the situation at hand.

" I don't... think I can even take someone elses' Ghost, " the Awoken speaks, the lack of confidence in her voice astute. This whole situation having got out of hand too quickly - all for the sake of trying new foods. All to be interrupted by the rattle of ones' tent prying open - revealing a human woman, seemingly mid aged with a apron around her waist.

" I thought that was you who was causin' a ruckus, " she sighs, shaking her head towards the Exo. " You harrassin' this poor girl? You drivin' out my business. "

" No -- I'm increasing business, " Bex corrected, raising a single digit in accusation before walking over and assisting in the ties of the tent doors. " She was here before I was, anyway. About to walk away, too, if it wasn't for me. "

" I... well, yes... " Selene nods, her expression blank. " He's... also offered to pay my way. So I'll have the most expensive dish you have. "

" Hear that Chef? The most expens-- hey, wait a dang minute! That's not how to treat someone! " he turns his head mid sentence, another wail coming from his sensors. The Awoken in standing offering a small giggle in the sense - waving a hand of her own, " It's a joke, a joke... "

" Consider me feeling generous today, " the human woman scoffed, tying off the last string to reveal the few stools at a bar. " Ye' both can have whatever you want on the house. But you better bring back some new friends with wallets I can tamper in, " she turns toward Bex, a stoic scowl drift upon her face as she walked toward the back of the tent. A double unit, by the looks - half of its' width hidden behind another layer of fabric - the sounds of stirring pots and pans to be heard.

" Heard..." the Exo sighed, raising a hand behind his head in a scratch before looking back over toward his newly acquainted ' friend '. " Well? The waits' over, what're you standin' for? "

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

" Ah new Lihght? Dat's always fuhn," the Exo quirked a mechanical brow, still managing through a tuff of meat as he chewed. " I rehember when I firs woke up. "

" You do? " Selene questioned, having taken a break from her bowl. A quarter remains of curry sitting beneath spoons' edge as arms folded themselves across the countertop.

" Yeh - well, kinda, " Bex started, trying his damnest to finish the meal in tow before continuing. " As an Exo, kinda got a jail outta free card if you catch my drift. Went through the process of turnin' flesh to metal, body didn't wanna cooperate, failed transfer, yadda yadda, " he waves a hand, fingers wiggling at the thought. " I was suppose to have been dead, then and there. No flesh, no metal, no nada. But apparently - and this was news to everyone at that point, that the Traveler - handy dandy up there in the sky, can chose to bring back even the failed chaps' from Clovis's basement. Without the stinky rotting smell. "

" So you... died, trying to become an Exo, and then was brought back as... an Exo...? "

" Crazy, right? "

" But how did you... do you... I can't remember anything before hand, " Selene spoke, a tint of confusion in her voice. " How was it that you were able to remember something even before the Traveler.. "

" On-file documents. Somethin' the big ball didn't take into consideration, really. Kinda like a taboo, " Bex answered. Finishing the remains of his meal in a gulp, he exhaled a content burp before turning in his seat toward the woman. A shrug of shoulders as he clasps fingers together in a hutched position. " S'why Screws sounds a little funny, actually. Apparently the computers didn't approve of me tamperin' with the tech of where I woke up. Managed to get my stuff, but, other things - either already removed or too corrupted to tell. "

" The computer attacked your Ghost? "

" Not the computer, but the computer, yes. "

" I... sure, " Selene gave a single nod, knowing all too well that more questions would just send her further down the hole of insanity with this one. Perhaps she judged too soon of her own Ghost, it and its' chatty habits.

" I know you just said ye' don't know 'bout the past, but, what about you? What are you doing now? Have you been to the Tower? " the Exo then asks, tilting its head some. " They set ya' with a team? "

A team?

Right...

Hawthorne had briefly mentioned it when she was getting settled in. Fireteams -- groups that worked in favor of the Vanguard, doing patrol chores or strikes in high concentrated areas. Consisting from any combination of front line, be it Titan, Warlock or Hunters.

" I... I've been there, yeah. Met... Ikora? "

" Another Warlock? I'm a Warlock! " Bex grinned excitedly, quickly unraveling fingertips as he threw both hands in the air. " Not lucky enough to get under Ikora's perch, no no, but, a mentor all the same! "

" N-Not a Warlock, " Selene corrected, raising a small hand to settle the others' glee, “ Just, she's the only one I've talked to so far. Just, about... normal stuff... "

" Oh? Oh -- well, I mean, that's okay too. Gotta, figure out just what sorta tricks ye' got up yourself, y'know, " the Exo says, bringing back his hands into little light punching motions, the movement briefly twisting his stool to and back.

" Yeh know, betcha' a Hunter. You look it. Bet you got the skills for it too. "

" A Hunter, huh? "

" Oh, totally. Slim build, poker face, betcha' good with a dagger. We're already at like three check marks outta somethin' else. "

Tilting her head in curiosity, Selene returns the words with a shorten smile. The thought of being on the front lines still terrifying at the thought... but more along the lines of ones' confidence in her. Someone else who could see something she couldn't. Could he be trusted?

" That reminds me... I should probably get going, " the Awoken stirs, staring upon ones' reflection against the porcelain of the bowl before bringing her eyes back to height with yellow optics. " Thank you, for the meal. "

" No problem! " Bex offered another grin, hopping off his seat and extending a hand in assist. " Thank you for the company! S'really made my day. "

Despite having been tall enough to touch the ground from her seat, the Awoken accepts the temporary assistance in twisting out of her chair. The cooling touch of the Exo's frame unfamiliar to her as the two walk outside the tent. Chilling, yet... gentle.

" Y'know... if you're ever up in the Tower, " she starts, offering the Exo a glance before departing. " I'm... not a hard person to find. And if we're friends now, then... it means we can hang out again, right? "

" So you're admitting that we're totally friends? " Bex confirmed, brows raising upward in a suave manner.

" I'm saying that it wouldn't hurt to have someone else to hang out with, " she scoffs, albeit while wearing a smile. The sudden twinkle of light igniting ones' Ghost back to view, the pallid texture of the Traveler twisting in offense. " Well, that wasn't very nice to say! You do know I hear nearly everything you say, right? That this is how this relationship is going to go? "

" What, you don't want more friends either? " she coos, cocking an eyebrow in teasing notion as she extends a finger in poke toward the Ghost. " We got a long ride, might as well make friends along the way, right? "

The Ghost hovered in the air, spinning its' optic back toward the Exo then back to its' original Guardian. An audible huff coming from its' speaker before dissipating back into the wind. Another chuckle is pardoned under Selene’s breath before turning eyes back towards Bex. The Exo remaining stand-still with unblinking features as if absent for words.

" I'll see you some day in the Tower, yeah? " Selene asks.

" If I don't see you back here first, " Bex smiled, motioning a thumb over his shoulder toward the tent. " There's still two whole meals you gotta try! "

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woshuaaa · 5 years

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spoilers for BL3

i made some fixes for what i thought were weak points in-game. they personally made sense to me, feel free to tell me what yall think??

Maya, Ava and Krieg.

You meet maya on Athenas, and at some point along the way, she sidetracks a bit.

“I have to go find my… friend. Yeah, lets call him that. He should be near the cemetery.”

You get to the cemetery where you’re greeted by the mountain of a psycho known as Krieg. He’s screaming about poop trains or ribcages or something along those lines.

“This is Krieg, he and I were crimson raiders a few years back.” “RIDING DEATH BOMBS TOGETHER!” “Speaking of which, Krieg, where’s Ava? You were supposed to keep an eye on her. In the library.” “RRRRGHGHH CONSTRAINTS OF A SKULL SPLITTER!” “I warned you Krieg. If she gets hurt it’s your fault. Come on vault hunter, this way.”

You continue through the rest of the mission as normal, but now there’s an extra occupant in maya and ava’s room.

Upon killing the rampager, Ava shows up again, with Krieg trailing behind. Krieg could be less than interested and is just tossing rocks around.

You exit the vault and catch Maya scolding Krieg for not keeping Ava on the ship like she asked. Tyreen and Troy show up, and assume Krieg is just another psycho. “Hey there follower! You did good, capturing the Vault Thief and an extra siren! Should make you Eridium tier for that. You’ll be rewarded when we open the great vault.” Kreig cocks his head to one side in confusion, but for once is silent.

Tyreen gets Ava by the throat and Maya has Troy in a chokehold, and Krieg is clearly confused on what to do as he looks back and forth between the two rapidly. Troy reaches up and grabs maya, and Krieg goes into a bloodlust, screaming and charging at Troy full speed. “Troy!” Tyreen shouts, dropping ava to rush to her brothers aid. When Krieg tackles Troy, maya drops, tattoos gone, and makes her way over to Ava. Troy and Tyreen get a grip on Krieg, with Troys robot arm wrapped around Kriegs neck. “Rule number one, follower: never betray the family.” Tyreen sneers through gritted teeth as she begins to drain krieg. “Krieg!” Maya screams, and she tries to run toward them, when Tyreen uses an energy pulse to send them flying back further.

“Maya…. I.. love… you…” Krieg says as his eyes glaze over, and he turns into a husk, which quickly falls into a pile of dust. “No! Krieg!” Maya cries, tears streaming down her face. “Well, that takes care of that. Oh, eugh, ew, i think I got some psycho dust in my mouth, eugh, ew!” tyreen says, gagging. “Atlas! Ty, we gotta go!” Troy says, grabbing his sisters arm. They phase away as a squad of Atlas troops storm the vault, seeing nothing more than the three.

“Krieg…” Maya says sadly.

“There’s nothing we could do, Maya. Lets get back to Santcuary.” Moze says.

“I know he meant a lot to you Maya, but we have to get out of here.” Amara says.

“He was a good hunter, but his time has come. We will mourn on Sanctuary.” Fl4k says.

“It’s sad lass, but there’s nothing we can do for him now. Let’s get you back to the ship.” Zane says.

>Upon rejoining Lilith on the bridge.

“Oh no, Maya, Tyreen got you too?” “Not Tyreen, it was that Troy douchebag.” Ava says. Maya can’t bring herself to speak. “Krieg… They killed him.” Ava says, staring down at her shoes.

“Damn. I’m sorry Maya. I knew how close you two were. He was a psycho, but a good one at that. I can tell you for sure that he’s riding the shiniest of meat bicycles up in the stars, eh?” Lilith says, trying to comfort maya.

>After the mission is complete, maya has a side mission available.

“Krieg was one of the best of us, vault hunter, and I want to honor him as best I can. Can you head down to Pandora and see if he left any echo logs?”

Here you can find a few logs mentioning how he feels about maya semi-sanely. Maya seems to be oblivious to the clues that Krieg liked her, until you get to the end of the cave where there’s an echo next to a small box.

“Maya. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Your the tink to my turret, the bullet in my mag, the sister to.. My brother? Agh no that..that came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is… will you ride this meat bicycle with me, and be my wife?” The box opens, revealing a poorly made ring made of scrap steel. “Well, what did you find?” Maya asks.

“Ill show you up on the ship.” the vault hunter responds. Upon returning to sanctuary, you meet up with maya in her quarters. “What is it you needed to show me vault hunter?” The vault hunter places the ring box on the table and the echo plays for maya, and the box opens on cue.

“Oh Krieg, you crazy, beautiful bastard you.” Maya says, on the brink of tears. “Thank you for doing this, vault hunter. It means… it means a lot to me.” She pays you and you get a legendary grenade mod called Kriegs buzz axe, that turns your grenades into a buzz axe that gets hurled at enemies. It has red text that says “IM THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!”

The next time you see Maya on Sanctuary, she’s wearing the ring Krieg made on a chain around her neck.

Gaige the Siren

“Hey killer. I’ve gotten word that another former raider is in trouble. I need you to go down and check on her, will ya?”

>Player goes down to pandora and meets Gaige and Deathtrap, who are in the middle of an assault. Pain and Terror get ahold of her during the assault, and she’s to be sacrificed to the twins as an offering. During the last third of the fight against the Agonizer 9000, she ~somehow~ (Hint: siren powers) manages to free herself and summon Deathtrap, and helps you finish off the fight.

“Thanks for helping me out there, VH. Man, I must be getting rusty on my badassery. I’ll meet you up on Sanctuary, hey?”

>Continue through the game as normal, along with some additional bits with Gaige catching up with Zero and Maya, and mourning the loss of Krieg.

“Hey, you didn’t think I’d let you fight those assholes alone, didja?” Gaige says she’s coming down to help you fight Troy. “Gaige, you cant-” “Lilith, Imma be real with ya for a sec, and uh, no. Im going, and you can’t fuckin stop me. Kay? Kay.” “If you’re going, I’m coming down too. That douchebag killed Krieg, and I can’t… I can’t risk losing you too.” Maya says, and she clearly isn’t backing down. “I’m the leader of the raiders, and I’m not letting you two kill yourselves down there.” Lilith says, frustrated.

You go down to the cathedral of the twin gods, and Maya and Lilith say theyll meet you there. Gaige helps you fight through the bandit hoards.

“You’re too late vault thief! Tyreen and I are opening the great vault, you cant stop us now!” Gaige taps on Troys shoulder, and he turns around. “Guess again, jackass.” Gaige slugs him in the face with her metal arm, and there it is revealed that she has blue tattoo’s travelling up her arm and shoulder on the left side, same as her metal arm. As she punches him, her white siren wings appear behind her, and a title card pops up introducing her as “Gaige: the Siren: (whaaaaaat?)”

Gaige helps you out throughout the fight, occasionally summoning deathtrap and using phase shift (“Excuting Phaseshift, BITCHES!”) to allow small turrets to pop up along with ammo boxes.

At the end of the fight, Lilith and Maya appear, and as Troy dies, Maya regains her powers back.

“Gaige, when were you gonna tell us about this?” Lilith demands. “Well ya see, when… Y’know with the whole laying-low thing, I… okay look I know this seems bad, but I couldn’t figure out a good time. I didn’t even know what was happening, and it didn’t happen right away! A few years later, when I was off planet and trying to figure out my next move one day and bam! There they were.” “But the question is, how?” “Angel and I… talked. We liked to talk. Its not like anything personal, but it was nice. She was my first friend, and… I-I didn’t want anything to happen to that.” “So angel chose you?” Maya asks. “No, I-I don’t think so anyways.” “Maya what are you talking about?” Lilith asks. “Before a siren passes, it’s said that she must choose an apprentice, someone to pass her powers onto, and if she doesnt, her powers will just play the genetic lottery. The bond you two had must’ve meant something to Angel too, and she chose you to carry her powers.” Gaige looks at the tattoo’s on her arm and shoulder with newfound meaning.

Gaige is significantly more impacted by the Childhoods End quest, for obvious reasons.

Gaige continues to play the role that Tannis did.

Liliths death.

(to clarify, i really think it’s time for lilith to give up her role. she’s been the main focus in 2/3 games now, and i personally think that its time for her to step down and go out in a truly badass way.)

“It feels nice to have these powers back. Like greeting an old friend.” Lilith says. “Hey uh guys? I don’t think we’re in the clear yet! Elpis is still tearing pandora apart!” Gaige yells.

“Run towards the fire.” Lilith looks over at Ava and Maya. “Be ready Ava.”

“Lilith, what are you doing?” “Lilith, no!” Maya and Gaige plead with lilith, but she ignores them and takes off soaring towards Elpis.

“What the hell is she doing?!” Maya yells.

“She’s closing the great vault.” Ava responds.

“Is she insane? That’ll kill her!” Gaige cries.

“That’s the idea.” Ava looks up at lilith as she reaches elpis.

Lilith phases Elpis away, leaving behind her insignia.

“She’s dead… She’s really dead.” Maya says sadly. “Not quite. She’s still lighting the way.” Ava says.

Ava suddenly doubles over and begins to float. “Ava? Ava what the hell is going on?!” Gaige shouts. A sudden burst of energy comes from Ava, revealing the bright orange wings of the Firehawk, paired with the tattoo’s now running down Ava’s arm.

“Those tattoo’s suit you, Ava.” Maya says, resting a hand on Ava’s shoulder. “She chose right, I can say that much.” Gaige says with a gentle smile. “C’mon Guys, let’s get back to the ship.” Gaige says, making her way out of the vault. Maya follows, and as Ava goes to leave, she turns back around, looking up at the Blazing Phoenix above her head. “Thanks, Lilith.” Ava says softly. “Ava, cmon!” Maya shouts. “Coming!” Ava quickly runs back to catch up to the others.

#borderlands 3 #borderlands 3 spoilers #bl3 #bl3 spoilers #bl2 #bl:tps #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands tps #borderlands the pre sequel #borderlands fic #fix-it au #fix-it fic

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Medusa II: Make Her Sing

❛ summary | After Ragnar cheats on Aslaug, or so she believes, she seeks revenge on Ragnar’s favourite son. Following the myth of Poseidon and Medusa. Sy’s pick.

❛ warnings | non-con in chapter two, revenge, aggression

❛ pairing | poseidon!bjorn x medusa!reader

❛ type | multishot

His world was insanity.

Ivar, god of madness, they called him. Not fit to rule Tartarus, they said. He had snapped, they said. Not fit to rule anything but booze and the rage that burst through his veins. For that, they would pay one by one.

Bjorn would pay.

“What is wrong brother!?” Ivar bellows, his arm thrown around his beautiful wife’s back. “Are you feeling sick?”

It was time for the celebratory event of Athens. Lagrtha sat upon her throne as queen while Ragnar so happened to amble around her, not unnoticed by Aslaug, the great mother. Ivar came with his dark-skinned nymphs bearing the booze and dance to join the gods in Olympus in celebration. Bjorn’s hand was deep in his grouped braids. His headache was growing, and growing, and growing. The figures in front of him waving in his stepmother’s aurelian clouds.

“He should lay down.” Torvi, the mother of his sweet Demeter, guides him to stand up. His feet stagger, sloshing drink over the ivory floors underneath his feet.

“He’s far too drunk for that!” Ivar chortles. “Or perhaps he’s seasick, are you seasick brother?”

“No.” He answers in a gruff voice. “I just… need… need…”

“Get him out of here, he is drunk!” Ivar laughs, bringing his beloved son up to kiss his forehead. “Tell your uncle Baldur, tell him to go.”

“Go!”

Apart from the jovial festivities of the night, no one follows him. No one but his loyal Torvi, guiding him down fluffy cloud and cloud until they hover about a great body of water. She helps him into his chariot. Then her hand extends to the hippocampus that guides his fleet to ensure all was well with them. She comes back to his side.

“Are you going to be alright, Bjorn?” She asks him. Bjorn leans up, grasping the braided side of her head to lay one chaste kiss upon her forehead.

“It’s Ivar.” He sways, fisting his leads. She stares into his piercing blue eyes to find her answer, clouding over. Torvi knows his trickery and source of deceit. She could spot it before it came to a head. Bjorn’s eyes were glazing over.

“Are you sure Ivar has not pricked you?” Torvi asks. Bjorn’s nose scrunches up.

“Why would he if we relieved him of Tartarus?” Bjorn asks. “He can be as loose and free as he wants.”

“Because we gave Hel to Harald,” Torvi says. “Do you not think that embarrassed him?”

“You know nothing about my brothers, Torvi.” Bjorn flicks his wrists, commanding the hippocampi with an ethereal slap. “Prósō!”

Hooves thrash the smooth surface of still waters and carry the god across the seas. His triton jabs the ocean and causes violent waves to stir over one another. The ocean cries out, waves folding one over another and slapping the grainy shore.

Bjorn was upset with something-- or someone. You knew upon the relentless waters that were coming down upon Athens. For five straight days, rainwater coursed the streets, spilling over even to your temple where you and the temple priestesses desperately swept away the water from extinguishing the lamps.

“He is angry!” A priestess of blonde hair calls out to you, chasing baskets from down the steps where they were flowing. The wind made child’s toys of you all, tossing you one way and then another. You grasp the weaved rim of your basket, tugging it back within the temple where water was cast out enough that a thin layer formed under your feet.

“I know he is angry!” You call back to her, bouncing off the golden pillars of the temple you called home. “But what can be done?!”

“Speak to him, Medusa!” She responds together with the cries of the other priestesses there. “The crops and children are drowning in this water! It won’t cease!”

You come to an amphora, draining your skirt of the excess water that clung to your skin like a second skin. The crops were drowning-- there would be no food for harvest if this rain continued in the way it had. You had to talk to him but you fear his reaction.

What was the source of his rage?

Seven days pass. Two since your voice rippled through the waters, reached him under the seas where he sat upon his throne listening to wretched flutes tainted with illusion. Your voice, moans, beg his most basic of instincts to react. His hands flex around his triton, curling with pesky ivy even under the seas.

“Bjorn!”

Make it stop.

“Bjorn!”

Incensed, Bjorn throws his shaved head back, hissing in vehement rage. He wretches his Triton back, whirling it through a pillar coated in strange sea creatures. Fine, he thinks-- if this was what you wanted, the god could give it to you. His mother, after all, couldn’t. She was only a woman. The waters stilled, draining back out to the sea.

Priestesses were all away, save you, his mother’s beloved princess with skin as smooth as his still waters. Your long hair was unbound as you put out the temple fires, finished with a day of desperate sacrifice to the Goddess of Wisdom. However, most were begging for a dought at Poseidon’s, some came for knowledge in how to handle this flood. Others had come to grieve.

Your skin is chill to the touch, covered in the salt of the sea as earlier you had been the one to sweep away the water that might damage the temple floors while the others helped with soiled baskets and remnants of sacrifice. You loosen the leather strap binding your hair, running your fingers past salt licked strands of hair. Tying it on the strap of your dress, you pull the sodden fabric about your legs up, coming to the last of the lamps that needed to be put out. A distant caw of a bird stops you, followed by the appearance of a sudden shady figure. Outlined by the pearly sun behind him, you almost don’t recognize him if but for the eyes like a fine jewel.

“Bjorn.” You stop from putting out the last lamp and pull up your skirts, slapping your smooth skin as you pull it up from your legs. You step up, then stop, realizing that Bjorn hasn’t said anything at all.

“Bjorn?”

He remains unmoved in speech but takes a step forward. One harsh one that forms cracks under his steps. Cracks pierce through the ivory floors. You quickly find the realization that this isn’t the Bjorn you knew. His shaved head a sudden change, but none so different as his unkempt features that match the hate in his eyes.

“Why do you keep calling me?” He hisses.

“I--”

“You keep calling me!” This time a bellow that causes the temple to quake. Frenzied footsteps of other priestesses become scarce.

“I did-- I didn’t mean to anger you.” You say meekly and it only serves to enrage him further. “The floods were drowning the crop.”

“I know.”

“Then why would you…” You begin, eyes darting around as if attempting to make sense of it. When you look back up, it's to Bjorn’s large hand closing around your throat. A pathetic squeak slips free of your lips. Bjorn rips your dress free off your shoulder, then the other, staring at your exposed breasts.

“What are you doing! I don’t understand!”

“Of course you fucking understand.” Bjorn rips your dress the rest of the way down your stomach and hips. It pools around your toes. The god’s hand crosses your wet waist to savor the exposed skin that he’s so often desired, despite how you shake in the cool air before him.

“Did you think I didn’t hear you?” He hisses, twisting you around and forcing you to cling onto the pillar before you. His wrap falls from his hips and when he again takes your hips, you feel the tip of his hardened flesh seeking your unused hole.

“Please--” The word is stretched when he plunges his cock into your hole, pounding his hips just as quickly as he got in. The god’s size is thick, claiming and filling your sex with every pounding thrust that he makes. Your breath is tight as you cling onto the pillar, ignoring the fact that your blood spills down his cock in a way that even a virgin wouldn’t bleed. Then, moments later, turning your head to face the statue of Lagertha that sits proudly. You swear you see her leering eyes, shifting from the sight of your bodies to raise her shield.

Rejecting you. Rejecting the madness of Bjorn’s union.

You slump over the column.

The god wakes out of his weeklong slumber upon the ivory tile. Underneath him, stained blood. On top of him to his startle is your ruined body, your hair glistens over the tile in streams. He jolts up, globs of his cum ooze over his flaccid cock and in his horror, he puts everything that has happened together.

“You’ve deflowered her in my temple.” His mother’s woven sandals are beside him. Bjorn’s gaze snaps up to her, desperate in nature. Lagertha’s voice churns hateful quick. “She’s ruined.”

Bjorn looks down to your bruised body. Last night is a blur. Not just last night, but the entirety of the week. He reaches for his wrap and stands up to bind it in its proper place.

“She’s not ruined.” Bjorn insists. “It is only virginity.”

“This is my temple!” Lagertha clangs her spear upon the ivory floors. The gorgon upon the floor doesn’t move, but between them, there is an understanding. If Lagertha had done the same to Bjorn’s temples, there would be a punishment to any of her lovers. The same should go for you.

“This was not her fault.”

“It was,” Lagertha says. “Unless you take the blame?”

Bjorn says nothing as he looks down to your crumbled body upon the floor. None... because there was none for him to take. As a privileged god, he had no one to answer to. He’s convinced that this was not his fault. It couldn’t be his fault… right? He did not remember it.

But he knew he did it. The memories-- they flood in. He recalls your body squeezing him, tight as the virgin you were. You weren’t conscious, but like some animal, he pumped himself into you in the dead of night. Like an animal contaminated by the desire that he kept so controlled, finally unleashed.

“No.”

Rapist.

“I did not think so. Go then.” Lagertha sneers. Then she jerks her head to the side. “I’ll deal with my priestess.”

Was his mother going to hurt her? Likely. Lagertha’s wrath was well known throughout. Bjorn’s hand forms a fist as he thumps out of her temple. His steps crack the earth outside of the temple, early morning screams ripping through his mother’s beloved Athens. The lord of the sea pounds forward, going back into the sea from which he came. In the cloud above, the youngest of the sons of Ragnar reclines on a fluffy cloud, his legs bound.

“Athens is screaming.” He cackles.

Bjorn’s wet tears churn the sea. Boats rip onto the shore and see their deaths in the spiky rock. He looks to his fox-like mother, whose hair is thrown over one shoulder by a line of beautiful lotus. She leans into her favourite son, kissing his precious cheekbone. When you run free of the temple, hair hissing, Aslaug speaks.

“And so is Medusa.”

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always yours.

warning: semi-graphic depictions of violence/medical trauma

“Steve, Steve, come on, honey, wake up,” Tony hissed, his hands bound around the chair he was tied to. Steve was hung up like some sort of sick prize, like a hunter displaying his latest catch. Steve’s hands were above his head, shackled in massive metal cuffs, his legs were tied to the floor, and the chains holding his arms up made it so that his feet couldn’t touch the ground.

He looked completely defenseless, and the thought of what could happen to him made Tony’s blood run cold.

“Steve,” he hissed again, straining against the thick, sturdy knots tying him in place. Steve didn’t respond, his head still slumped forwards, his eyes closed. He already had four deep cuts from where Tony could see, a gash in his forehead, two on his arms, and a large slash across his thigh.

“It’s no use,” a voice suddenly said from behind Tony, startling him a little. Tony fought not to crane his neck to see the woman, and so he didn’t, keeping his eyes fixed on Steve.

“What do you want? Because this didn’t go so well for...well, I don’t know, anyone who’s ever tried this before,” Tony spat out, letting contempt and disdain bleed into his voice.

The woman circled him and bent down on her knees, looking at Tony with adoration and fascination in her eyes. “I’m not like anyone else,” she said, one hand coming up to grab Tony’s jaw. “And relax, darling, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Tony wrenched his face out of her hands, and spat at her. “Fuck you,” he said. “Let us go.”

A frown slowly spread across her face, and she furrowed her forehead. “Now, I can’t have that. You’re mine now, Tony.”

Tony snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sure, darling, and we’ll live happily ever after. That’s what you want? You’re fucking insane.”

The woman shrugged a little, her beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders. “You’ll see, one day, Tony. You and I, we were meant to be.”

“In which fantasy?”

The woman stood up, still frowning, and Tony finally got the chance to get a full look at her. She had red hair, long and sleek, almost reaching her waist. She was dressed almost like Pepper, Tony thought, a black dress with several ornamental pieces of jewelry around her wrists.

“Now, Tony, that’s not the correct answer, darling. But I suppose it might take time. Love knows no bounds.”

“Then untie me,” Tony said, his heart starting to pound as the woman stepped closer and closer to Steve. No, he thought. Me. Take me. Leave him.

The woman laughed a little, a twinkling sound, and Tony felt bile rise up in his throat as she ran her hand over Steve’s bare stomach, digging her long nails into his skin, leaving red angry scratches behind.

“That was clever,” she said, eyes bright. “I knew we’d be good together, Tony. Stop fighting it.”

“Let. Us. Go,” Tony gritted out, his fists clenched.

The woman smiled, a wide grin, as she ran her fingers against Steve’s skin once more, leaving raised red marks that quickly began to fade. “I can’t do that, Tony. I knew this might be difficult, to let go. That’s why I brought him,” the woman said, patting a hand against Steve’s limp face.

Tony felt his stomach clench, and the overwhelming urge to throw up rose in his throat. No, he thought again, like a chant, no, no no, no. Not Steve. Never Steve.

“You’re sick,” Tony said, and the woman frowned again, hurt crossing her features. Suddenly, there was a loud slapping sound, and red began to rise on Steve’s face.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” she proclaimed, looking clinically at the red blossoming across Steve’s face. “Your lover might not like it.”

Tony choose to stay quiet. Steve still hadn’t woken up, and that had sounded like it hurt. She must have given him something, something strong, because normal sedatives went through Steve within minutes.

Then, the woman cocked her head, looking down at Tony with bright intrigue in her eyes. “Or,” she said, “by all means, keep talking. He’ll be dead by the end of the week anyway.”

And with that, Tony felt every ounce of blood in his body go ice cold.

His mind swam furiously, and Tony forced himself to calm down, to breathe. Think, think. What is she going to do? A thousand possibilities rose to the surface of his thoughts, and he heaved up a dry cough, barely keeping himself from throwing up.

Torture.

Poison.

Starvation.

With a gasp, Tony realized that the most merciful way for Steve to die would be for her to kill him with a dull butterknife. No, he thought again, no. I won’t let her hurt you, Steve. I promise. I promise. I won’t let her hurt you. I’ll die before I let her hurt you.

The woman clicked closer in her heels, kneeling once again. “Oh,” she said, and her voice almost sounded pitying. “I know. I know. But it’ll be okay. After all, you couldn’t possibly move on if you didn't see it with your own eyes. He’ll die,” she said, jerking her head in Steve’s direction, “and you’ll move on, Tony.”

Tony clenched his fists tighter, feeling his nails break the surface of his skin. “Let. Him. Go. I’ll never be yours.”

The woman merely looked at him, emotionless, before patting him on the cheek, and walking away. Behind him, Tony heard the sound of a door swinging shut, and he began to take frantic breaths in and out. Breathe, breathe, he thought, you can’t help either of you if you have a panic attack here.

Tony assessed the facts he knew. A woman, who acted like she knew him a little. Previous one-night stand? She was tall, at least 5’10 without the heels, and she clearly had some sort of bone to pick with Steve.

Me, Tony realized, the answer washing over him. Me. I’m the reason she wants him dead. The thought prompted a whole new wave of terror and determination. I’m sorry, Tony thought, looking at Steve’s battered form. I’m so sorry, honey.

He scanned the room they were in for any sort of clue, any help at all. There were four cameras he could see, one in each corner of the room. The ground was dirt, and the walls were what looked to be thick concrete.

As he craned his head looking around, something warm and wet dripped onto his face. When it dropped even further down, onto his chest, Tony realized with a start what it was. Blood.

He must be injured somewhere, and he hadn’t even noticed. Tony closed his eyes and focused on his head, wondering about the pain. There was a dull ache, at the back of his head, but it wasn’t sharp and it didn’t seem important, so he pushed it aside. He just had to get them out of here. Then, they could deal with their injuries.

Tony was jerked out of his thoughts when Steve let out a low groan, and his head moved, his eyelashes fluttering open.

“Steve,” he said, desperate, “Steve. Wake up.”

Steve winced at the sound of Tony’s voice, but lifted his head up and his beautiful blue eyes met Tony’s.

Tony felt a wave of sadness and relief roll over him. He’s alive, Tony thought. He’s alive.

“Tony?” Steve rasped out. “Where are we?” Steve winced again after talking, flexing his jaw. “Why does my face hurt?”

Tony squeezed his eyes shut before forcing them open. Me. That’s why your face hurts. Me. God, I’m so sorry, baby.

“We’ve been taken,” Tony finally said, his voice coming out thin. “She’s going to...she wants me to go with her. She’s going to...kill you.”

Steve didn’t move, still staring at Tony. “No she’s not,” he said, steadily, looking straight at Tony. “We’re going to get out of here,” he said, sure and confident. “Come on, we’ve done this dozens of times before, Tony.”

But I can’t do anything this time, Steve, Tony thought, looking at Steve’s cuts and battered skin. Before, all I had to do was give in, build something. She’s going to kill you right in front of me, and I’m going to have to watch, Steve.

“Right,” Tony said, pushing his inner voices away. “We’ll be okay,” he echoed, and Steve smiled a little. Looking at Steve’s blue eyes and pure white smile, Tony thought with a desperate pang in his chest, I might never see that again.

Then, the smile slowly dropped off Steve’s face, replaced by a look of pain and anguish. He began to wince and move, swinging a little in his restraints.

“Baby?” Tony asked, frantic. “What’s wrong?”

“Hurts,” Steve gritted out, and Tony saw the blood beginning to run down Steve’s arms. “I think there’s spikes in the cuffs,” Steve managed to say, and Tony wanted to throw up again.

“Steve,” Tony said, trying desperately to keep his voice calm. “Stop moving. You’ll make it worse, baby.”

Steve took in a deep breath and then forced himself to stay still, hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. The blood kept running down his body, dripping into a puddle on the floor.

“Tony,” Steve slurred, “I’m going to pass out. There’s something on the spikes.”

“Okay, baby. It’s okay, I’ll get us out of here,” Tony said, anger coursing through his veins.

“Okay,” Steve managed to say before his eyes fell closed again, slumping down.

With a deep breath, Tony tried his best to calm himself, to force his eyes away from the ever growing puddle of blood beneath Steve.

As he tried to think, Tony was interrupted by the sound of the door behind him swinging open again, and the woman’s clicking heels.

“I’ll kill him,” she said, standing in front of Tony. “Quickly, and almost painlessly. If you promise to come with me, without objections, without any tricks or toys. I’ll end it, right now, Tony, if you just come with me.”

“Go to hell,” Tony said, but the thought bounced around his head. What would be worse, to be responsible for Steve’s death, or for Steve to slowly die in front of him, in pain and agony?

She shrugged a little. “This is for you, Tony. If I had it my way, I’d let him starve to death right in front of you. But I love you, and so I’m willing to do this for you, Tony.”

Tony didn’t bother dignifying that with a response and the woman stood up and left again, the dull thud of the door closing echoing in the small space.

Eventually, Tony’s exhaustion won out, and the gash in his head moved from a dull ache to a sharp splitting pain. He nodded off, letting sleep take him.

The next few days were some of the worst in Tony’s life. Each morning, or at least, Tony assumed it was morning, the woman would come in, wake Tony up, and then tie a blindfold over Steve’s eyes. She’d inject him with syringes, and Steve would squirm and bite down on his lip, sometimes so hard it would bleed.

She’d torture him, beat him, hurt him, and if Tony ever tried to close his eyes, to look away, she’d flip a switch on the wall behind him, and the spikes in Steve’s cuffs would extend.

And then once Steve passed out, either from the pain or exhaustion, she’d bring Tony food, and offer him the same choice, over and over again.

Come with her, and she’d kill Steve, easy and painless.

Tony spat in her face, he thrashed in his restraints, but at she ever did was smile pityingly and pat him on the cheek.

On the fifth day, Steve managed to wake up before she came in.

Tony was weak and tired, she hadn’t given him much food, but Steve was in far worse shape. She’d neglected to feed him at all, and his skin was cold and pale, his muscles atrophying. Whatever she kept injecting Steve with kept him from healing, and so he was wasting away, right in front of Tony.

“Baby,” Tony choked out, at the sight of Steve’s eyes again, blue and clear. “I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Steve rasped, “No. Not your fault.”

Tony broke down sobbing, straining against the chair. Steve was there, barely two, three feet away, bloody and broken, dying, in front of him.

Steve opened his mouth as if to speak, but he quickly spat out blood, lots and lots of blood, at Tony’s feet. Finally, he managed to choke out a few words. “I love you.”

Tony shook his head, fast, a blur of motion. “No,” he whispered, “No, you bastard, no, you don’t get to give up, I need you, no.”

Steve gave him a weak smile. “I’m dying, Tony. Say yes. Go with her. Get yourself out of here.”

“She’ll kill you,” Tony hissed, and Steve looked down at him, nothing but tender sweetness in his eyes.

“It’s okay, baby,” Steve whispered, so quiet Tony could barely hear him. “You’ll be okay. I love you.”

Tony felt tears begin dripping down his face, wet and warm. “No! No. You don’t get to say goodbye, Steve. We are going to get out of here. You hear me? We are.”

Steve looked at him, sad and sorrowful, but still so sure. “Let her kill me, Tony. You’ll have a chance to escape.”

“No,” Tony said again, loud and clear. “No. Never. We promised, remember? I’m not leaving you.”

“I don’t want you to see her kill me,” Steve finally said, eyes so clear, so blue, so beautiful.

“She won’t,” Tony said, vehemently. “She won’t, Steve. We’re going to get out of here.”

“Tony.”

“No, Steve.”

“I love you.”

“No. No, Rogers, you hear me? You promised, Steve, you promised. You don’t get to say goodbye.”

“I love you,” Steve choked out, just before he seemed to drift out of consciousness, his head falling back, his eyes dropping closed.

No, Tony thought, with every ounce of his soul he had left. No.

And with that, the door opened behind him.

“He’s still alive,” the woman remarked, sounding almost bored. “Remarkable. I see why you like him.”

Tony didn’t bother responding. Instead, he swallowed hard before gritting his teeth and clenching his fists tight, bracing his body for the shock.

With all his strength, he fought to stand up, to keep his feet braced against the ground. The wooden chair he was bound too was bolted to the ground, but maybe, just maybe, he could rip it, or break it, do something.

Steve would die if he didn’t try.

The woman stepped closer, and Tony measured the distance between them. If she noticed Tony’s odd positioning, she didn’t mention it, stepping even closer.

She bent down, one hand coming up to tilt Tony’s jaw up. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice honey sweet and sickening in Tony’s ear.

Tony bit down hard on his teeth and pushed, swinging his body as much as he could. One of the chair legs on his right side gave way, and he felt a shooting pain in his leg as he collapsed on it. Using the little strength he had left, he used his momentum to swing the chair around, the other legs collapsing as well.

He slammed the chair into the woman, using it to fall on top of her. The broken fragments of wood dug into his legs and arms, but he ignored the pain, instead fighting to pull his hands free from the rope.

The woman was bent awkwardly under the remains of the chair, her legs twisted at awkward angles. Tony quickly picked up a piece of the chair and hit her in the head with the end of it, following it up with a hard stomp to her temple. Blood began to flow from her skin, and with a sick satisfaction, Tony fought the urge to hurt her, hurt her until she could no longer speak, until she could no longer breathe, until every scratch on Steve’s body had been paid back in kind.

Instead, he forced himself to turn away from her, to Steve. He searched frantically, along the wall, for the switch he’d seen her use to release him, and finally found it, flipping it.

Steve fell to the ground, a mess of limbs and blood and broken bones. He was so thin and frail that his ribs poked through his skin, every bruise was purple and black, and his skin was hanging off of him, too much for his atrophying state.

“Steve,” Tony said, gently shaking him. “Steve, honey.”

Steve slowly blinked his eyes open, bloodshot and red. Blood spilled from his head, his cheeks, his nose and mouth. God.

“Tony?” Steve slurred out, blood falling from his lips.

“Hi, honey,” Tony said, grinning despite their surroundings. “We’re going to be okay,” he whispered, running his hands along Steve’s face, smearing his thumb through Steve’s blood. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I love you,” Steve gurgled, choking on the blood in his mouth. Tony quickly shifted, so that Steve was sitting upright, leaning against his knee. “I love you,” Steve repeated, clearer this time.

“I love you too, honey,” Tony said, cradling Steve’s head in his hands. “Just hold on, baby.”

Tony gently, slowly, pulled Steve so that he was resting against the wall, then fished through the woman’s clothes, looking for some sort of phone, something.

He found one, a Stark Phone of all things, and quickly dialled Natasha’s number.

It went to voicemail, twice, until she picked up.

“Who is this?” she asked, harsh, and Tony almost wanted to cry at the sound of her voice.

“Hey, Nat,” he choked out, and he heard a gasp at the other side of the line.

“Tony?”

“The one and only.”

“Okay, Tony, I’m tracing your call right now, hold on, okay? We’ll be there as soon as possible. Thank god you’re alive,” she ended, an almost whisper.

“Aw, I’m touched.”

Natasha retorted something, Tony was sure, but he wasn’t paying attention, leaving the phone on the floor, making his way back to Steve. He hadn’t been tortured the same way Steve had, but he was still weak, his muscles screaming after staying in the same position for days on end, with little food.

“Baby, we’re going to be okay,” he whispered, combing hair and blood out of Steve’s face. “We’re going to be okay.”

Steve’s eyes were barely open, slivers of blue sky and ocean depths. “I love you,” he repeated, slurred and mumbled.

“I know, Steve. I know.”

Steve opened his eyes again, fully, and Tony wanted to drown in them, wanted to hold Steve against him for the rest of time, wanted to stay there, against Steve, Steve who had been tortured and hurt and almost killed, all because of Tony.

Steve, who, despite being covered in blood and hanging, peeling skin, was still the most beautiful thing Tony had ever seen.

Steve looked up at him, his eyes clear for the first time in days. “I love you,” he said, and beneath Tony’s fingers, he felt Steve’s heartbeat begin to drop, steadily slowing.

“No,” Tony rasped, gripping Steve closer to him. “No. Stay with me, baby. They’ll be here soon. Just hold on.”

Steve shook his head, ever so slightly. “Love you,” he said once more, his eyes closing, his heart rate still falling.

Tony heaved out a sob, holding Steve so tight against him he felt as if he might break one of his bones. “No,” he said, over and over and over again, falling from his lips. “No. No. I love you. No.”

Steve’s heart rate finally came to a stop beneath Tony’s fingers, and Tony wailed, gasping as he sobbed. “No,” he screamed, a constant prayer.

Come back, Tony thought desperately, come back. I love you. No. I love you. You can’t die. You can’t die. I love you. No. I love you. No. No. No.

Tony clutched Steve’s body for a few more seconds before his common sense kicked in, and he forced himself to let go, in order to start CPR.

He pushed down hard on Steve’s chest, in time with the rhythm he’d been taught. Beneath his hands, he could feel the weakness of Steve’s bones, broken fragments underneath his fingers.

“Stay with me, baby, stay with me,” he whispered. “Come on, Steve. We’ve got so many things to do, baby. We’ve got to take Harley to that play, remember? You were all excited about it. And Peter, Peter, he wants to have you over for his class show and tell, remember? Come on, honey, we’ve got so many more things to do.”

“We’ve got to grow old, together, Steve. I never wanted to before, baby, I never did, but then you came along, and I couldn’t imagine anything worse than dying without you.” With that thought, Tony let out a strangled gasp, barely managing to keep pressing down on Steve’s chest.

“Come on, Steve,” he said, desperation bleeding into his voice. “You’ve got to stay with me, baby. I need you.”

He heaved out a few breaths, continuing to perform CPR, breathing into Steve’s lungs, desperately wanting, hoping, praying.

“We need to grow old together,” he eventually whispered, soft and broken.

At the back of his head, Tony registered the sharp stabbing pain in his head return, but he pushed it aside, focusing on Steve.

Steve. Steve, who would die here, in this miserable room, all because of Tony. No, Tony thought. Not because of me. Please. Please. I’d do anything. Not because of me.

Tony felt a wave of despair and pain wash over him, and his tears dripped onto Steve’s bare torso.

“I love you,” he choked out, over Steve’s limp and lifeless body. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He kept going, knowing that it was hopeless, knowing that performing CPR on a corpse wouldn’t do anything anyway. He kept going, because the thought of giving up, the thought of letting go of the smallest sliver that Steve could wake up would be a betrayal of the deepest kind, something Tony could never, ever, forgive himself for.

I never told you I loved you, Tony thought. And it wasn’t true, Tony had said it a thousand times, days and nights, dusks and dawns. But this, this was different, because Steve meant so much, so damn much, he’d been Tony’s entire world.

“I love you, I love you,” Tony heaved, sobbing. “I’m sorry.”

He stayed there, for what seemed like eternities, pushing down with both his hands, breathing into Steve’s lungs, his tears falling onto every inch of Steve’s skin.

You failed him, a voice inside his head said, loud and clear. You let him die. Tony let the pain drown him, let it wash over him in waves, let it consume him. I let him die, he thought, and at this point, his throat was raw from screaming, hoarse as he whispered mumbled words to the empty room, I love you, no, please, no, falling from his lips.

“Tony,” a voice said, breaking through his haze, settling on his shoulder. “Tony.”

He didn’t tear his eyes away from Steve, but in the back of his mind, he registered the familiarity of the voice.

Natasha, he thought, and with that, he let the pain wash over him, overtake him. He fell back, passing out.

The last thing he remembered thinking was that he hoped he’d die too, just so that he’d be able to see Steve’s eyes again.

When Tony woke up, he cried for hours. Silent, sobbing tears. No one even really seemed to notice. He wasn’t sure if he should call the nurses or not, but the idea of having to talk to another person, the idea of accepting, of hearing that Steve had died, would be too much to bear.

We never got to grow old together, he kept thinking, over and over again. I’m sorry, Steve. I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. I’m sorry. We never got to grow old together.

Finally, a nurse came in to check on him, and she quickly backed out, alerting the doctors. People crowded around him, doctors, nurses, talking, asking questions that Tony could only half-way nod to, all the while thinking that the blue of the walls around him was wrong, it was all wrong, it was dull and lifeless, nothing like the blue that was Steve eyes, so alive and so beautiful.

With a choked off breath, Tony gasped for air. I’ll never see your eyes again. I’ll never hear your laugh again. I’ll never hear your voice. I’ll never hold your hand again.

His mind went on, listing the thousand and one things that he’d never be able to do, never be able to say. The doctors eventually all filed out, giving up on asking him questions, leaving him to mourn in peace.

I love you, Tony thought, staring up at the blue ceiling. I’m sorry.

In the seconds that he wasn’t overwhelmed by excruciating pain, Tony wondered if this was his penance, his ultimate sacrifice. For him to live, while Steve died.

I won’t see you, he thought. You were made for pearly white gates and good people, Steve. I’m hell bound. I won’t see you.

Then, a nurse came in and adjusted something besides his bed, Tony's eyes were too blurry to see fully what she was doing, but then his head started to hurt a lot less, and his limbs felt slack and heavy. Eventually, he let the meds kick in, pulling him back to blissful, unadulterated sleep.

He dreamed of Steve.

Always, and forever. If Tony had been conscious, he would have thought that no matter what would happen, no matter how many years would pass, he'd always dream of Steve.

When he woke up again, Natasha was at his side. She was slumped over in the chair, the bags under her eyes obvious, red and puffy. She looked like she'd been crying, and that made Tony want to collapse into himself.

He’d known that Steve was dead, of course, but seeing this, seeing Natasha crying, that was all the evidence he needed. If he could, Tony would have started crying again, but he was fully dehydrated and exhausted, so instead he forced his arm to move, nudging her.

“Hey,” he choked out, and her eyes flew open.

She broke into a wide smile, strained a little at the corners. “Tony.”

He nodded at her, the only action he could really bring himself to do at this point. Leaning down over the hospital bed, Natasha wrapped her arms around him.

He buried his head into her curls, smelling faintly of vanilla and lavender. It felt good, to be touched by someone who wasn't a doctor, or that despicable woman.

“Nat,” he whispered, and she hugged him tighter.

“We've been waiting for you to wake up. We weren't sure if you would.”

“Woman?” Tony whispered, and Natasha's gaze instantly hardened.

“Dead,” she said, her eyes dark and stormy. Tony nodded again, in understanding, and she rested her head on his neck, one arm around him.

“Steve's been asking for you,” she whispered, and on the monitor besides him, Tony's heart skipped a beat.

“What?” he asked, his heart going crazy.

“Woah, Tony, calm down, calm down,” Natasha repeated, but all Tony could focus on was Steve's been asking for you.

He's alive, Tony thought, a smile spreading across his face. He's alive.

“Alive?” he asked, and he saw the recognition dawn on Natasha's face.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “He's alive, Tony.”

Tony felt a wave of relief and shock wash over him. Alive, alive, alive, his brain chanted. He felt his heart thumping beneath his fingers, and he fought to push Natasha off him.

“No, Tony, no, sit down, lay back, you can’t, he’s sleeping, you’re not fit to move,” Natasha said, repeatedly pushing him back down onto the bed.

“Nurse!” she called, out over her shoulder, and Tony loved her, he really did, but goddamn it, he needed to see Steve, he needed to see him, to hear him breathing, to know that he was alive.

One of the nurses came in and adjusted something by his bed again, and Tony felt his limbs grow heavy and limp, falling back. He shook his head and tried to fight off his looming exhaustion, but the meds knocked him out quickly, white hospital lights fading away into darkness.

Tony woke up to the sound of Steve snoring.

He blinked his eyes open, then turned to his right. Steve was there, in a similar hospital bed, sleeping. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were shut, blonde eyelashes fluttering. Tony couldn’t really explain the wave of emotions that ran through him, just the feeling of overwhelming relief and bone tiring exhaustion.

I love you, Tony thought, and he broke into a wide, tired smile. I love you.

Slowly, Tony reached out and stretched a little, resting his hand on top of Steve’s. His hand was warm and steady, nothing like it’d been in that cold, dark, miserable room.

“Night, baby,” Tony whispered, smiling at Steve’s face, illuminated in the soft moonlight coming in from the windows.

And for the first time in a week, Tony fell asleep with his husband by his side.

“Morning,” a voice said, scratchy, breaking Tony out of his quickly fading drowsiness. Tony was turned on his side, facing Steve, who was smiling at Tony, eyes bright.

“Morning,” Tony responded, and Steve’s hand over his tightened.

A thousand thoughts swum through Tony’s mind, countless “I’m sorry’s” and “I love you’s.” And as if he could hear Tony’s thoughts, Steve shook his head, bringing Tony’s hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to them.

“No. Hey,” Steve said, his eyes so blue, so earnest. “Not your fault.”

Tony choked back a sob. I held you as you died, he wanted to say, I felt your pulse stop beneath my fingers.

“Was my fault,” he managed to whisper, eyes dropping from Steve’s. He couldn't look him in the eye. Steve had died, and it’d been Tony’s fault.

“Hey,” Steve said, soft yet commanding. He reached a hand out and tilted Tony’s head up. “Not. Your. Fault, Tony. She was deranged. What would you say if it’d been me, she wanted, not you?”

Tony fought back the hurricane of emotions raging inside his mind, and focused on Steve, Steve who was here, Steve who was alive, Steve who was the most beautiful thing Tony had ever seen.

“I would tell you it wasn’t your fault,” Tony whispered.

“Right. So don’t beat yourself up over it, Tony.”

Tony looked at Steve and wordlessly nodded. They both knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but for now, it’d be enough.

“I’m tired,” Tony said, bolder and louder, breaking the silence.

“Sleep,” Steve responded, giving him an easy smile. And as if he was reading Tony’s mind again, he added on a softer, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Tony felt his heart crack open, a tender softness seeping through his chest. “Love you,” he whispered, drifting off again.

“Love you too.”

Tony wrapped his arm around Steve, resting his head on Steve’s chest. “I’m tired,” he whispered, and Steve set down his book, looking down at Tony.

“Sleep,” Steve offered, lifting a hand up in order to brush some hair out of Tony’s face.

Tony glanced up at him, and at the sight of the small cut behind Steve’s ear, the last remnant of their ordeal, his heart began to race.

“You’re here. I’m here. You’re with me, Tony,” Steve reassured him, and if Tony hadn’t needed to hear it so much, he would have complained about how creepy it was that Steve could understand every one of Tony’s thoughts before he’d even said them.

“I love you,” Tony said, pulling Steve tighter against him, looking into Steve’s eyes. His eyes were beautiful, they always were, blue and green, dark and complex, bright and happy. They were beautiful, Steve always was.

“I love you too,” Steve replied softly, a hand coming up to rest on Tony’s back. “Sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” Tony looked up at him through dark eyelashes and felt a deep seated calm settle over him as Steve gave him a fond smile, his hand running down Tony’s back.

“Promise?” Tony asked.

Steve nodded, and leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to Tony’s forehead.

“Promise.”

The biggest thank you to @itsallavengers for 1. inspiring this fic, 2. encouraging this fic and 3. being like the biggest cheerleader in existence

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K.O. (Tommy Conlon x Reader)

Reposting this BECAUSE FUCK YOU FOR FLAGGING ME BECAUSE OF TOMMY’S NIPPLES , TUMBLR, THAT’S WHY. ( Should rewrite it, but I’m posting this just as it the original, because t was one of the first ones ❤ And I’m proud of my newbie mistakes 😂)

Requested by @bxbblesstuff

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Author’s Notes: First time writing on Tommy Conlon, hope you like it! This is a One-Shot only, at least for now. Feedback is appreciated,as always, and all your requests will be written as soon as possible!

Another stressful day at work. Even though that wasn’t your dream, and that you’d be laid off in no time due to the crisis in the company, you worked overtime once again. Bills didn’t pay themselves, and food didn’t magically appear on the table.

When you finished what you had to do, you drove to the gym. You changed fast in the bathroom, there was no such thing as “Girls’ Shower Room”, as there were no girls beside you in there. Then you rushed to the ring.

“I know Pete, I’m late, and I’m sorry, but my boss has been a pain in the ass lately…” – You sighed, tying your hair.

“Look, I agreed to help you, but I need you to be into this at 100% if you want me to keep doing it, ok? I hate wasting my time.” – He said, wrapping your hands for the practice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time…” – You put on your mouthpiece, giving him an apologetic look.

“Training for Sparta kept me busy, so this time, and only this time, I’ll let it go, rookie. Next time I’m done coaching you.”

The gym was mostly empty that late at night, and you liked it like that: it meant no prying eyes or misogynous comments, at least aside from Pete’s.

You were practicing for some time when you heard the door, the person entering the gym irritated Mad Dog, who now threw harder punches, that you were supposed to block, if you hadn’t been inattentive, which was the number one mistake in MMA, boxing or any other way of fighting.

You failed blocking one of Mad Dog’s angry punches, and he knocks you on the floor.

“Damn, (Y/N), where’s your fucking head at?”

A little bit disoriented from the punch, you clean the blood coming out of our nose.

“No, where’s YOUR fucking head at?” – The man who had just come in the gym enters the ring, approaching Mad Dog, looking into his eyes, face inches apart from his.

“Spare me this ridiculous act, this is not your business…” – Mad Dog snarled, bitterly.

The man scratched his head, and putted his forehead on Mad Dog’s.

“Get the fuck out of here, if you care for your own good, before I lose it, alright?” – He pushed Mad Dog, who stepped further, not pleased at all.

“And you, I’m fucking done with you!” – Mad Dog pointed his finger at you, while you managed to stop the bleeding; He then grabbed his things and stormed out of the gym.

“Are you alright?”- The man asked, kneeling near you, checking the small cut on your cheek.

You took your mouthpiece off and got up sighing.

“I’m fine, don’t worry…”

“Well, Mad Dog doesn’t go easy on the punches, so maybe we should check that out.” – He approached you.- “I’m Tommy by the way, Tommy Conlon.” – He extended his hand to you.

You took his hand and shook it steadily, muffling a giggle.

“Tommy Conlon, like the one who aspired to go to Sparta, and kicked Mad Dog’s ass in this same ring? THAT Tommy Conlon?”

“Yeah, that one… And you were about to watch part two of that fight, live… But the important now is to take care of that…” – Tommy was not a soft guy, but he had seen his share of women getting beaten when he was a kid, and it was something that messed with him pretty bad.

“Listen, Tommy, thank you so much, but I’m fine, really.” – You grabbed your stuff. – “ Oh, and I’m (Y/N, by the way, nice to meet you.” – You smiled.

“Well, (Y/N), will you still say that in the morning, when you’re purple and swollen, like a beet?” – He leaned against the ropes, shrugging.

“Maybe not…” – You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Then let me get some ice and the first-aid kit, will you?” – He got of the ring to get them, and you sat in a bench nearby.

He kneeled in front of you , cleaning of the blood , trying to be gentle even if he wasn’t used to it. You winced.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry, but it’s necessary…” – He carefully kept doing it, and then gave you the ice.

“What are you even doing here this late?” – You pressed the ice on your face

“A thank you would do too, miss…” – He chuckled and sat by your side.

“Sorry, you’re right! Thank you.” – You smiled and looked at him. – “But I’m still curious, usually the gym is empty at this time of the day…”

“What could I possible be doing here? Practicing for Sparta… I’ve been practicing with my father coaching me, but we had some problems and I needed to unwind, so I came here on my own… But that’s odd that YOU ask. What are YOU doing here? I don’t see a lot of women around, I must say.”

“I want to make it to the Women’s Football League.”

“Shouldn’t you be playing football then?” – He asked, confused.

“If you want a place there, you’ve got to step up your game. It takes a lot of focus, and physical strength, those both are things that fighting can help me with… And well, when your whole life is a mess, it’s a great stress reliever as well.” – You turned to him. – “If I can keep up with you big boys on the ring, then I can keep up with girls in the field, right?”

“Yeah, right, but these mad men don’t play (Y/N).”

“And who said I do play, Mr. Conlon?”

He held his hands up, as surrendering, and smiled.

“I’m not a rookie, as Mad Dog loves to call me. My father passed away when I was a kid; at school no one made my life any easier either. I figured I needed to know how to defend myself, protect myself, and release all the frustration…” – You looked down. – “Football is my main goal now, but I’ve been fighting for fifteen years now, Tommy, I don’t play either. I’m half of your size, so no, I obviously can’t beat you or Mad Dog, or any guy here, but I do what I want when it comes to fighting someone with my size. I’m not here to fight, just to practice. So why not practicing with someone with my size, you may wonder, and the answer is simple, in fact. I’ve been told this same gym is where the very best are, and if I have a goal, a dream, the best are the ones I want to work with.”

He had to admit your courage and determination were admirable, although you were probably a little bit crazy at the same time, but he liked that about you too.

“I’m sorry if I sounded insane…” – You looked back up and smiled.

“You didn’t, and even if you did, you wouldn’t be more insane than I am anyway, so it’s ok.”

You got up, picking your gym bag from the bench.

“Thank you once again Tommy, but I should probably get going home.”

“Wait, I bet you’re still dizzy from the punch, it’s not good idea to drive right now. Let me take you, you come and pick your car tomorrow, ok?” – He got up.

“I…” – You scratched your head. – I definitely could take that, actually, yeah.. Thank you.”

He grabbed his bag and then took yours in his hand as well, walking you to his car. His actions that night impressed you; you never expected sympathy from anyone, especially people you just met.

It was a quit ride; you could tell he wasn’t talkative, but that was fine, you weren’t much of a talked either.

“Well, it’s here.” – You pointed to your apartment and unfastened your seatbelt. – “Do you want to come in?”

He didn’t know exactly whether to accept or decline, as he was a socially awkward kind of guy, so he hesitated for a second.

“Besides football and throwing punches, I’m pretty great with cakes, I have a cat named Ninja who’d love you, and I don’t bite unless I’m asked to. Also, I don’t usually take no for answers.” – You shrugged.

“Ok, you got me at sweets and animals…”- He got out the car and opened the door for you.

After a quick elevator ride, you finally arrive at your beloved home.

“Oh Ninja…” – You scowled and then laughed; catching some things your cat had knocked down on your absence. – “Be good, please, we have visitors, ok?” – You crouched, rubbing the cat’s back as he rubbed his face on your legs.

“What can I get you? A tea, maybe a beer? I’m not a drinker, so I don’t have anything stronger to offer you..”

“I’m fine like this, thanks.” – He smiled and sat on the sofa, near your Ninja, who seemed to be curious and pleased by Tommy’s presence.

“He likes you, so I guess I like you too…” – You giggled. – “What about a slice of cheesecake, can I offer you that?”

He made a funny face.

“You know, that is something that can’t be refused!”

You walked to the kitchen grabbing him a slice of cheesecake, which he devoured in delight shortly after, as you threw yourself in the other sofa.

“Oh God, it’s really good…” – He spoke with his mouth still full, and you laughed.

“Talking about really good, I need your help…”

“Tell me.”

“Mad Dog just gave up on me, you heard him. And I have trials soon, I need to keep in shape. I need to find someone really good to train with, and it better be real quick…” – You bite your nails.

“Hmm, I might have a solution for you…”

“I’m ready to hear it , Tommy.”

“If it’s to help you achieving something you really want, then I’ll help you, even if I don’t usually coach people. Let’s say I took a liking to you, shorty.”

“Wait, WHAT?” – You straightened out in the sofa.

“That is, if you want me to.”

“If that doesn’t bother you or your practice for Sparta… Of course I want it!” – You get up, running to him, jumping on his arms and hugging him tight. – “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. THANK YOU!” – You filled his cheek with kisses.

“I can see it’s important for you, and it makes me train as well. Plus, I really can’t let you in Mad Dog’s or any other lunatics’ hands! That’s dangerous for you (Y/N), I don’t want you to get hurt, alright?” – He rubbed your shoulder.- “But don’t fool yourself , I won’t be soft with you!” – He put a straight face.

“I didn’t expect you to be, that’s exactly you’re the perfect partner, Mr. Conlon!” – You nudged him.

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“In training sessions I won’t be soft , but out of the gym we’ll see…” – He wrapped an arm around you.

“Out of the ring, feel free no knock me out.” – You smiled, looking up to his eyes.

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