#sorry for quoting the waste land.

[mering]

‘Do ‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember ‘Nothing?’

[sweetbunpura]

One of the Many Ways to Use an Eel's Love of his Shrimp Against Him

It was the finals, the finals against RSA for crying out loud, it was the last five minutes and NRC was down by one point. And here Floyd was, laying against all the chairs as he crossed his arms and closes his eyes. He had suddenly refused to play, quoting it as being too boring, The team and coach were begging him to step back in the game, all of their desperate pleas falling on deaf ears. Ace whined about the whole thing and Jamil had to agree with him, they had worked hard this season, only to have it uprooted by one very temperamental eel.

The Scarabia vice dorm leader sighed with a shake of his head as he looked out into the stands behind him. His gray eyes flicked around quickly before landing on the exact person he knew could change everything around. He waved her down and nodded his head as she pointed to herself. Everyone in the stands watched as she got up and walked down the steps. Jamil looked at her, a sly smile gracing his lips as he noticed what she was wearing.

"Floyd." Jamil turned back to face the merman.

"I said no already, Sea Snake, don't make me squeeze ya." His eyes were closed and his hands were behind his head. "This ain't fun enough for me to keep playin'."

"Oh, you're quitting? So I wore this for nothing?"

Floyd's eyes snapped opened and looked at the newcomer as everyone on the team turned to face them. Yuu was standing next to Jamil, with her hands on her hips and wearing... Floyd's letterman jacket over her shoulders along with what looked to be a modified cheerleading outfit with his number and name on it. He shot up, straight as a pole as his eyes focused hard on his girlfriend.

"Y-you wore that for me?"

"I mean, I did, but if you're not gonna play then this is going to waste." Yuu fake pouted. "Here I was, hoping to cheer on my boyfriend."

Jamil shook his head, playing along with her. "Sorry, Yuu, and you had something planned for him afterwards if we won."

Yuu let out a heavy sigh. "And that's up in flames too, I made homemade takoyaki and everything... We were gonna spend the rest of the night and the whole day tomorrow together too."

Floyd immediately got to his feet and looked at the Coach. "I'm goin' back in, we're winnin' this." He turned to Yuu. "Eyes on me only, okay Shrimpy?"

"Of course." She smiled.

He gave her a quick kiss and rushed to return to the court, his teammates quickly followed him. Jamil held out his fist, which Yuu pounded as she returned to the stands. NRC finally won against RSA that night, nothing could've stopped the rampage Floyd was going on. Ace and Jamil watch from their seats at one of the nearby fast food restaurants as Floyd wrangles Yuu into his lap and demands a smooch for winning.

"Jeez, what the power of a girlfriend will do." Ace drank a bit of his soda.

"Mmm-hmm." Jamil ate one of his fries. "But that makes it easier to lure him into doing what needs to be done."

"That's gonna backfire on us one day."

"No, it wont. On Azul, yes, but not us."

[bunniandhoney]

Hi! First I wanna say I’ve enjoyed reading your work so much lately, you have a real talent! 🫶🏾

For a request: I’d love to see a smut with Jacob as a sub, and maybe the reader ties him up or something 🫣

are trying to butter me up so I do your bidding?

You are clearly aware that flattery works wonders on me; BEING OUT THE SUBS!!!

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“This is really embarrassing, just so you know”

“Why would this be embarrassing? It's just us” YN says, tightening the ropes behind his back.

YN had Jacob in an incredibly compromising position. Naked from the waist down, Jacob’s ankles were tied to the foot of the chair while his wrists were bound behind his back. He was completely at his girlfriend’s mercy.

“Besides you’re already getting hard, you can’t be that embarrassed.” YN adds with a small tuff, giving the ropes one last tug.

She was right; Jacob was getting harder by the second. Something about his usually meek girlfriend turning into this domineering goddess, has kept him from being soft the moment she mentioned this.

His thoughts are interrupted as she kneels in between his open legs. When did she come from behind him? It doesn’t matter because YN is looking at his dick, like she’s been craving it.

“You know you really do have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, baby.” YN says looking up at him with pure mischief.

“It’s even prettier when you put it in your mouth, my love.” Jacob says flaring his nostrils.

YN’s in control, but can’t decide what to do. She’s imagined too many scenarios where Jacob gives up and lets her have control, she’s just overwhelmed. YN goes on autopilot and grabs his dick, letting his sticky tip pulse over her lips for just a second as she gives Jacob a good pump oh her hand.

“That’s it baby, now give it a kiss. “ Jacob says, looking down at her.

YN pulls back tilting her head to the side in utter confusion. “I’m sorry but have you forgotten our deal, handsome? I’m the one who gives the orders tonight. You just look pretty and take it!” she says, quoting his words back at him.

Jacob’s eyes follow her now, too stunned to speak. He follows her hands move from his cock to his chest, her fingernails lightly scratching him. But when her hands get to his neck his eyes lead up her arm, landing on the piercing stare she’s giving him.

Leaning her face down, YN ghosts her lips over his to say, “ You’d do well to remember that tonight handsome.”

—

Jacob’s body is shuddering for the fourth time tonight.

“Okay! That’s enough, I need to come and if you don’t ma—mmmph!” He pants, trying to collect himself.

“What’s that baby, If I don’t what?” YN says starting to pump his dick all over again. He’s right, for the past 45 minutes YN has been pumping Jacob, getting him right to the edge…then taking away every last sensation. She completely understands why he always wants to be on top now though, because it’s something about controlling someone’s pleasure that is criminally addicting. YN feels like she can’t stop flicking her wrist up and down, not when he’s leaking so much precum that her hand and his thighs are covered in it, or the cute whines that are just pouring from her boyfriend, gosh; even the cute little thrusts he’s trying to make while he’s still tied down, as if it’ll make him cum any faster.

Yeah, she’s addicted now. On the other hand though this is exhausting. She can be quite the little pillow princess, because all she wants is to be filled by Jacob, and now that she thinks about it, it would be a waste for him NOT to cum in her. Removing her hand from him Jacob whines, “Please, please baby I can’t take this I need to cum. F-fuck I need to cum so bad!”

As she comes from behind the chair, she sees exactly what she’s done to him. Jacob sits, slumped with his head hung back. YN can see every inch of sweat that gathers in the collar bone of his tan skin or lines his temples, she’s made a mess of him.

Looking to assuage any aches YN reaches behind him, pulling at his restraints. Jacob pulls his head up nuzzling into her chest, nipping at it.

“You’ve been so good for me baby, the best really,” she says, loosening his restraints completely; “but I think I’m ready to be your good girl again.”

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thank you so much for the request anon

i don’t know much about the fem doms, but i have a feeling this won’t be YN’s last time 😁

my requests are still open, even outside of jacob (i’m still writing him though!) so lmk what you’d like to see

xoxo

Bunni

[resowrites]

Holy Grail - drabble.

Summary: Henry develops a fixation for a certain part of his pregnant wife’s body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, sexy talk, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 635

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Holy Grail - drabble.

"Whoa--"

"Henry, get out, I'm trying to get dry!" He quickly turned around as she grabbed the towel from the bed and clutched it to her chest.

"I'm sorry! I came in here to fetch Kal so I could give him his tea!" But the pooch was still fast asleep at the foot of their bed.

"Well you better get out of here before he wakes up, you know how protective of me he is at the moment."

"I know, the soppy git…"

"He's soppy?! You almost had a panic attack yesterday when you thought I ate shrimp! And he picked up following me into every room from you!"

"Yeah well at least I don't guard you when you're in the shower--"

"Well thank God for Kal, otherwise you'd be leering at me through the glass!"

"At least then I'd get a look at them! Come on, drop that towel, and lemme see if I can't tune in for the news and weather--"

"Out, now! I wanna get dry in peace."

"Then here, let me help…" Henry took a few steps forward only for her to dart under the bed so she could fetch something. "What the hell is the broom doing under there?!"

"I had to bring it up last night to squish a spider on the ceiling and now I'm going to use it to get rid of another pest."

"My lady may call me whatever she wishes. For she is beautiful, rich, and got huge… tracts of land!"

"That's it! I'm not enduring Monty Python quotes. You're banned from my presence the rest of the evening. Be gone!" She tried to jab with the broom only for him to dart out of the way.

"Aww come on, when was the last time we got to knock boots?"

"Last bloody night!"

"Then you should be warmed up by now!"

"God give me strength… anyway I thought you just wanted to cop a feel?"

"Well I'll take whatever I can get--"

"Yeah well by the time I'm finished with this broom, you'll be able to sweep the floor!"

"Charming, all I wanted was to enjoy the beauty of my pregnant wife! Honestly, it looks like you're holding up two ten-gallon hats--"

"God you belong on a bloody list… can't you go one night without being a pervert?"

"No, but I'll tell you what, you flash me lefty and I'll give you a hundred quid."

"A hundred quid?"

"Yeah, would you prefer cash or bank transfer?"

"Is that all you think I'm worth?!"

"Well, it's not like you're giving me a handful!"

"And how much would you pay for that? I was thinking of redoing the kitchen…"

"What? Why? I did a good job of the tiling!"

"Henry, two fell off just this morning!"

"Then let little Henry have a dance in your ballroom and I'll fix it for free!"

"Will you also disappear back downstairs?"

"God, you always want to get rid of me!"

"Yeah, cos you get on my sodding tits!"

"I bloody wish!" She looked up at the ceiling and prayed for guidance.

"Henry, give me one good reason why I should have sex with you tonight."

"I can do better than that, I can regale you with song."

"What?!" Henry cleared his throat.

"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate!" She perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.

"I can't actually believe I'm having your child…"

"I can, especially after last night. Now get thee to bed, and let's go for round two--"

"Really? You're reciting Shakespeare now?"

"Well I thought that might do the trick--"

"Fat chance."

"Why not? I can leave the money on the bedside table--" she chucked a pillow at him.

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[thequeenwechoose]

My Thoughts about House of the Dragon 2x02

Poor Haelena. No one cares about her or is with her. They only care about the dead baby. She is a victim too.

Otto taking advantage of a dead child is just cruel. He is only about propaganda against Rhaenyra.

Alicent asking Haelena if she has seen her with cole was just, ist that your only concern right now? Your daughter has seen her child being murdered.

The procession was a bit much for my opinion. Haelena having a panic attack. She deserves better.

The whole Rhaenyra saying to Daemon that she cant trust him and never has is stupid. Why did she marry him then? She said herself that her claim is stronger with him and now it's suddenly not? I 'm sorry but i m on Daemons side in this. To be clear i dont support the dead of the child. But Daemon has never lied to her why would he now? I dont know what Rhaenyras goal is she has not taken action so far and voiced it. And tahat is getting on my nerves. She is sitting the whole episode on Dragonstone and does nothing significant. Sending Baela instead of Jace to patrol Kings Landing i have a bad feeling.

That Daemon left after this i can understand. It was time that he got out of there. He should have been in Harrenhall since ep 10. She is triving her strongest ally away. In the book most of the people stood behind her because of Daemon. And here they argue about Viserys. The hard truth is that Viserys named Rhaenyra heir to get rid of Daemon. He is right. She wasnt named because she was better suited for the job she was 14 at the time. And he kept her because he was feeling guilty because of what he did to her mother.

Daemons flight off in the sunset was beautiful filmed. But he could have said something to Baela.

Criston Cole is official the worst character in the whole series and that includes thrones to me. He should chocke when he speaks words like honor and dignity. And now he has all the power in hands. Cant wait to see it backfire.

Otto was always a character that i despised from the very beginning. I have always thought that i would enjoy it when he gets dismissed as hand. But he was actully very reasonable in that scene. I must give it to him that he always tried to avoid blodshed. Rhys Ifans is a very talented actor. His little laugh when Aegon said that that his father wanted him to be heir.

The Erryk Arryk scene was very sad. No wonder they sent Daemon away so quickly. If he had been there it wouldnt have happened. They missed the opurtunity for a great book quote here.

"Six Men or sixty he is still Daemon Targaryen"

I'm very tired of Alicent fucking Chole.

Oh and Rhaenys should get more scenes next episode. Don't waste her like that.

The episode felt quite boring to me. Im quite disappointed. I think it was a mistake that Miguel Sapochnik got fired. The writing is not good.

Rhaenyras chamber is a waste of space and money. The room with the dragon on the wall was a beautiful bedroom. They should have kept it. I dont reconise Dragonstone anymore. I understand the libary set but not Rhaenyras bedroom.

[weirdmorefics]

If you're comfortable with angst, can you write poly ineffable husbands with a human SO they've been with a very long time and is now succumbing to old age and dementia? (the time period is up to you!) I just think the idea of immortal/mortal lovers has so much room for angst and big raw emotions with stuff like that!

Death Comes for Us All

Aziraphale X Reader X Crowley

3rd person point of view

A/N- I do love writing angst! I can also tell this request is absolutely going to break me, but it's a very good idea so we are going to have a love-hate relationship now lol.

Reader Pronouns-They/Them

Word Count- 1.6 k

Summary- Crowley cannot accept the reader's fate, the reader does not even know their fate, and Aziraphale is the one thing keeping them steady.

Aziraphale and Crowley met Y/n on the same day it was however very unfortunate timing for Y/n. Timing has never been Y/n's strong suit in general but this day turned out to be particularly bad. Y/n had received intel about the location of multiple Nazis. Y/N had snuck in an hour prior to the trade deal time the informant had told them and hid behind a pew.

Y/n listened to the deal intently and took notes in shock that this whole deal was about books with prophecies you don't even know are true. It was a huge waste of money in their opinion but once the man in the pale coat handed over his books they pulled a gun on them. Y/n prepared to intervene when another British intelligent spy entered the scene which was even more confusing to them because they thought they were the only one assigned to the case it was strictly on a need-to-know basis.

She thanks the man for the introduction and the man says how she recruited him which can't possibly be true the agency just heard the intel three days ago!

He says the building is surrounded by British agents but we definitely do not have the force for that right most staying back and evacuating towns to prevent fewer bombing deaths.

He quotes an American saying, "Played for suckers." Y/n instantly facepalms. This gentleman has most certainly been conned. He starts shouting for people to start taking the group down and they'll start laughing and the man gasps in shock. Y/n rolls their eyes and starts to come out of their hiding spot to protect this sorry fool and hopefully get him out of here without any harm.

Y/n pauses with a look of utter confusion on their face as another man enters the scene hopping from foot to foot. The two men start to bicker like an old married couple.

"What a pity you both must die," one of the Nazi spies wickedly smirks.

Y/n scoffs at this why did these two civilians have to come to ruin my entire mission. Reluctantly Y/n stands up from behind the pew gun pointed, "You will not be killing any civilians today!"

Crowley smirks joyously and gushes, "They think we are regular civilians how quaint."

Y/n makes their way to the front of the church, "This ends now!" They turn back to the two men, "Get out of here I will hold them off."

The gullible man in the pale trenchcoat shakes his head, "Absolutely not!"

One of the Nazi men smile widely, "Agent L/n we had no idea we would get the pleasure of killing you as well tonight. I certainly would have made your death grander as a message to the other agents. Oh well too late now." He shrugs and points his gun at Y/n's face.

The strange babbling-jumping man seems excited to jump back into the conversation, "Speaking of a grand death!" He gestures his arms out widely, "In a few moments a bomb will be landing directly on this church but if you run very fast you may not die."

The man starts rambling about the unpleasantries of death and the opposing force looks at him with doubting glares. They argue about the bombs' location but Y/n just wants to get the civilians out and is getting progressively more annoyed.

Y/n points her gun at the ceiling and shoots a warning shot into the sky. Pieces of the ceiling and dust fall to the floor and all eyes are on them.

"Everyone out if you want to live! I will escort the peculiar civilians and you will leave us be or I'll shoot you before the bombs get to you first!"

The strange jumping man smiles, "Ooo they're feisty! I like them."

Y/n rolls their eyes and walks backwards keeping their eyes on the Nazis directing the odd pair out.

"My books," the man in the trench coat shouted.

"Quite an odd thing to be worried about when we are on the verge of being killed." Y/n sourly responds.

The jumping man seemed to look directly back at the other man, "Yes it would take a divine miracle to save us and the agent." The two seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes even though one was wearing sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night.

The agent assures them that they are protected and that they will get them out.

The jumping man looks up at the sky, "It's a little too late for that sweetheart."

With that last sentence a bomb falls upon to the church and Y/N tries to cover the civilians with their own body, knocking them to the ground just making the jumping man laugh. The church crumbles around them but Y/n finds themselves completely unharmed.

They jump to their feet in utter shock and stutter out, "H-how did you do that!"

"I think you are in shock darling. I am Aziraphale and this is Crowley. Are you all right?" The gullible one says expecting Y/n's face.

"I am fine! Especially for someone who should be dead! That bomb should have killed us all!" Y/n shouts pacing back and forth.

Aziraphale ignores the question, "I am quite glad that you are all right. It is such a shame about my books though."

Y/n starts laughing uncontrollably, "We just survived a bomb and you are worried about books!"

"I think you broke them, angel," he says sauntering over to a pile of rubble. He pulls the bag of books out of the hand of one of the dead men under the rubble, "A little demonic miracle of my own."

Aziraphale smiles brightly, "How nice!"

"Shut up!" Crowley groans. "No paperwork," he rationalizes and starts to walk away Aziraphale not far behind.

"Wait! You must tell me what just happened!" Y/n chases the two beings and never leaves their side after that night.

Sixty Years Later

Y/N, Crowley, and Aziraphale have been inseparable since they first met. They have had many dangerous adventures together and quiet nights reading and drinking hot cocoa. Crowley was befuddled at Y/N's stubbornness to protect them when they were the ones who were immortal. Aziraphale loved Y/n's stubbornness they were the only one who seemed to be able to beat Crowley in a game of wills. Y/n's stubbornness never seemed to fade with age, unfortunately.

Aziraphale pulled the curtains open, "Morning sunshine!"

Y/n tossed and turned but they did not wake up they kept mumbling. They seemed to be having a nightmare their forehead glistened with sweat. Aziraphale walked up to them and brushed Y/n's hair away from their face.

"I don't want to leave you," mumbled Y/n.

"It's alright, I'm here," Aziraphale whispered.

"I'm not ready," Y/n groaned.

"You don't have to get up darling, but I do think it is best you have something to eat or at least some tea." Aziraphale tries to bargain with Y/n.

Crowley enters and slowly takes his sunglasses off, "That's not what they mean angel." He puts his hand on Aziraphale's shoulder filled with sorrow.

"What are talking about Crowley? They will be fine once they wake, mornings are just the worst time for them." He rationalizes trying to avoid the obvious that Y/n is near death.

Crowley has been warning Aziraphale that he knew it was coming soon. As Y/n fell deeper and deeper into the memories of their long past together. Crowley longed to be stuck in those happy memories with Y/n and Aziraphale together. Sadly, he was stuck on the outside watching Y/n relieve everything the good and bad while Aziraphale lived in denial.

"Angel, please just look at me," He begged.

"I know what you're going to say Crowley and no it is not their time yet it never will be." He said venomously.

"I am upset as you are! You knew this was bound to happen we were destined to outlive all of humanity," Crowley says back trying to fight back the anger rising in him but failing miserably.

"Aren't we supposed to be not on Heaven's side or Hell's, but our side!" Aziraphale passionately states with his hand to his chest.

"Believe me, angel, if I could do something I would," Crowley looks back at him sorrowfully.

Crowley's heart aches at the look Aziraphale shoots him one full of disappointment and fear.

"I suppose you are right.. nothing ever lasts," Aziraphale responds almost emotionless like he had a mysterious switch in his head and it was flipped in an instant.

"Angel, don't say that," Crowley says back in disappointment but Aziraphale does not respond and leaves lightly shutting the door behind him.

Crowley sighs and sits on the bed next to Y/n. He gently cradles their face, "I will be with you Y/n no matter where you go and you will always be in my heart wherever ago. Rest assured darling we will meet again." He says these last words like a spell that he knows will come to fruition and seals it with a kiss on their forehead.

Even though Y/n has been unaware of most of what is going around them for almost a year now they seemed to smile at this statement and their eyes filled with tears that Crowley wiped away. Y/n knew they were safe and they shut their eyes for the last time.

[winchester-girl67]

Happy Hour

Summary: The reader returns home after a night at the club realizing she's taken something that she shouldn't have. Her neighbour, Dean, notices when she's practically locked out of her house and spends the night with her.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Quote B: @supernatural-jackles​ 6. "I dare you to kiss me." Neighbour AU @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 3,188

Warnings: drugged!reader, drugs, vomiting, implied/light smut, mature themes, kissing/cuddling, pining, language, mainly fluff, a little angst maybe

A/N: Don’t do drugs, this is pure fiction. Written for @spnfluffbingo​ and @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You felt everything, the beat of your heart pumping in your chest and ears and throat. The tiny hairs on your arms prickling with the goosebumps crawling over your skin. The artificial street lights stinging your wide eyes and tunnelling through your head. Your breath on your lips was heavy and quick. The throbbing need between your legs running through the veins in your thighs.

Fuck.

You shouldn't have taken that 'Aspirin' from your 'friend' at the club. This felt more like a high, like you were flying and couldn't come down. You didn't know what you took. It definitely wasn't Aspirin though.

Your skin misted over with sweat and there was no way you could hide your high. Not with the long Uber ride back to your house for it to take hold of you completely.

Fucking hell.

You paid the uber driver when he dropped you off. At least you thought you did because he drove away without a word and you stumbled up to your front door.

"Had a little much tonight?" Your nosy neighbour, Dean, asked from his front porch as you struggled to penetrate the lock with your key. You weren't holding a key you realized, or your purse and fished out the spare from the plant pot behind you. Trying again. "Here let me help." He jumped over the shared railing of your adjoined houses and slid his hand over yours.

Okay, maybe he wasn't nosy. He was interested, but you never gave him the time of day. For whatever reason you couldn't remember as you blinked up at him and leaned back against the door.

He chuckled and pressed his palm against your cheek. Your skin igniting in a searing flame hotter than an iron left in a fire pit. But it was an enjoyable heat. You closed your eyes, feeling all of him in that single touch.

Damn it, this was too intense.

You couldn't wrap your mind around any of it. Couldn't stop any of the feelings you were having. It was thrilling but scary.

"Y/N," he sounded far away, "I can't open the door with you leaning on it."

"Hmm," you hummed, not hearing him and pressing your cheek further into his palm.

The heat of his body consumed you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to lean on him instead. Your eyes were still closed and you teased your bottom lip, pressing your face into his neck and holding onto his shoulders for support.

You heard your door creak open on rusted hinges and Dean walked you inside. You couldn't let go. Your skin was on fire and you felt too much of him. You felt dizzy.

"Y/N," he murmured against your ear. His thick breath filled the shell of it and you moaned. Out loud. He chuckled. "I'm flattered but you are wasted. Holy shit, sweetheart, how much did you drink?"

"I don't feel so good," you said, hiding your face in his scruff and swallowing down the bile that started to rise.

"Bathroom?" He asked.

You nodded and he lifted you into his arms.

Your legs locked around his waist causing a whole new sensation for you to be aware of. It felt good at first, but this was too much now. Your mind clouded and you clung to him tighter with a whimper. Your pulse pounding through every inch of you.

Dean grunted when you pulled his hair and you mumbled out a 'Sorry'. Your muscles shook and you were seconds from vomiting all over his back.

He dropped you to your feet and you spun around, landing on your knees in front of the toilet. Emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.

You groaned following your second wave of sickness, Dean brushing your hair from your face and wiping you down with a wet cloth. You welcomed the coolness and started to feel a little better.

Then the shivers started and Dean sat behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. It should've felt nice, but it made your stomach roll and you leaned back into him to make the motion of his hand stop.

He wrapped his arms around you instead, "You took something didn't you?"

"I think so."

"I feel like I should bring you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's passing. I think I threw up some of it." You wiped your mouth with your hand and wiped your hand on the skirt of your dress.

Your mouth tasted gross coated in bile and you knew you smelled. There were chunks of nachos in your hair. Dean hadn't been able to get it all out with the washcloth.

He rested his chin on your head, "I'm worried about you."

"You worry too much." You breathed, just happy to be still with him for the moment.

Your nerve endings were all on high alert and you felt oversensitive in every way.

You felt him sigh into your hair, "You live alone and you don't ever let me help you with anything. But you're always so sweet and I'd feel bad if something happened to you because you were alone. You need someone right now, please don't push me away. If only just this once."

You didn't answer. You lifted your hands to weakly grip his forearms that rested around your waist. A way letting him know he could stay. He sighed again and squeezed you just a fraction tighter.

When it was clear you were done vomiting, you brushed your teeth. Twice. And rinsed with Listerine.

You looked in the mirror with Dean standing behind you, ready to catch you if your knees gave out. Your pupils were blown wide, all the Y/E/C colour lost on the edges. No wonder your eyes hurt in the light.

Your eyes teared and you played with your crusty hair, "I need a shower." You turned around when Dean shook his head.

"You can barely stand on your own, I don't trust you not to fall."

You wanted a shower still and stared at the glass stall, then him. If he was afraid you'd fall then he'd just have to join you. You lifted your dress over your head and dropped it to the ground. Every exposed inch of Dean turned rosy and he dropped his gaze to your breasts for a split second before he caught himself.

"Fuck." He palmed his mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Please, don't take off anymore. This is hard enough."

You still had your plain underwear and bra on but the way he reacted was as if you were already bare in front of him. You wanted to laugh but your stomach muscles hurt too much to. You took a shaky step forward and lifted his black t-shirt at the hem, working it up his stomach until he took the hint and stripped it off, piling it with your dress on the floor. You reached for his belt buckle next, a little surprised at yourself for the boldness and the fact you'd never seen him this way before, but you knew the drugs were still in your system.

Dean caught your hands and pushed them away. You frowned in disappointment. You wanted to feel him now that you were starting to feel good again. He stared into your eyes for a long second, then dropped his jeans, leaving him in his tightly fitted boxers.

He took your hands again and led you towards the shower, letting the spray heat up before stepping into it with you. You tilted your head back, wetting your hair and feeling the ends of each hair scratch down your back. It felt amazing and you let out a strangled moan, sucking your bottom lip at the end of your breath.

"Y/N, please don't make that sound." Dean said, squeezing your hands in his.

You met his gaze and pushed a hand past his and held his arm near his elbow. The muscles under his skin tensed and you let out a squeak, trying to hold back your noises for his benefit. Though, you thought you only made it worse.

You felt waves of pleasure mixed with waves of sickness over the slightest touch. But the highs were high and you wanted to touch him, taste him; his lips, his earlobes, his throat, his...

"I wanna see you," you pulled your hands free and tugged at his boxers.

You weren't thinking really. Acting purely on desire and impulse. Your nails digging into the wet material of his waistband.

"No." He wriggled away from you, but you persisted until he caught your hands again and pulled them to his chest. "You're high, Y/N, stop." 

His fingers felt like handcuffs around your wrists. "Why?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because I'm trying real hard to be a gentleman right now." He said, you flexed your fingers against the freckled skin of his chest.

Eyes trailing down the curve of his neck, watching the water droplets collect along his collarbone and run off. All thought left your mind and you leaned forward attaching your lips to the curve of it, nipping lightly and trailing up his neck. Feeling his pulse deepen against your delicate flesh. You heard a frustrated groan but you weren't sure which of you it came from.

Dean took your shoulders in his hands and pushed you away to look into your eyes, "That can wait." His voice was deep and thick. You pouted your lip and he kissed your forehead hard. Then added, "Just not tonight, okay? I don't want you to think I took advantage of you in the morning. Now, turn around."

You turned in his hold so you faced the spout of the shower and felt Dean's fingers in your hair. He dragged the strands away from your face and underneath the spray. You turned up the heat of the water until you could feel it in the bones of your toes and your veins glowed bright red against your skin.

"I think you're hot enough," Dean reached in front of you to turn down the heat but you dragged his hand back and laid it flush against your stomach instead. "Let me take care of you."

You let him pull his hand back, feeling it linger on your hip. Maybe the water was too hot. You didn't adjust it though.

Then his fingers were in your hair again, massaging honey and cucumber scented shampoo into your scalp and you closed your eyes. The air around you was so thick with steam that you felt it heavy in your lungs. You started to feel dizzy again in the heat and braced yourself against the wall. The sleek tile against your cheek cooled you down slightly as his nails gently scratched behind your ears and down your neck and then back up again.

He took the nozzle of the shower hose and rinsed out your hair. Repeating the process with some conditioner until the strands slipped through his fingers with ease. You would've fallen asleep had your senses not been in overdrive. Every touch made you want him more and you bit your cheek until you tasted copper and whimpered.

The water shut off and you opened your eyes. Dean wrapping the largest towel you owned around your shoulders and directing you out of the stall. He grabbed a towel off the back of the door for himself and wrapped it around his hips before shimmying out of his wet boxers. He rang them out and tossed them over the door of the shower to dry.

You tried to do the same but your movements weren't as elegant and the towel slipped before Dean caught it, blushing hard. He held it up for you as you removed your bra and panties, tossing them haphazardly to the shower floor.

You hadn't noticed that you were standing in front of the mirror until you grabbed the towel back from Dean. His eyes sunk down from the ceiling when you wrapped the soft material around yourself feeling a little too high to be embarrassed by the show he most likely got. Since the fog on the mirror let up quicker than it took you to change.

Lucky him.

Your eyes fell down his bare chest, water droplets still clinging to his skin as you chewed on your lip again. It was blatantly obvious what you were thinking and Dean seemed to shift uncomfortably when you wet your lips.

He cleared his throat and you met his gaze, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Hm, like what?" Your gaze fell again.

"Like that! Like I'm a piece of meat."

"I seem to remember you looking at me a lot like that." You said, winking at him playfully. "Like when I come home from the gym in my purple leggings."

"That's different."

"How?"

"I don't know, it just is."

"Why?"

"Because, it is."

"Because it is, why?"

"I'm not doing this with you again, Y/N." He sighed and breathed into his palm, rubbing the scruff on his chin. "It's just different."

"That's a double standard." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring up at him.

"One I enjoy immensely," he smirked and mirrored your flirty wink.

You pouted, "But it's not fair. You have a nice body, why can't I notice, too?"

"You're right," he sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders, "Do me a favour though, don't notice until you're sober."

"Why?" You asked again but he didn't answer like you thought he would this time.

He just chuckled and pulled you into his chest, "Let's get you to bed, Y/N. Walk this way."

He twirled you around and shuffled behind you as he directed you towards the bedroom. The layout of his house mirrored yours so you weren't surprised when he found your room on the first try when he pushed one of the doors open.

"But I'm not sleepy," you whined and twirled back around when Dean nudged you towards the bed.

He sighed again, "What if I lay down with you for a while? Could you try to sleep it off then?"

"Yeah," you beamed and nodded, throwing back the comforters to crawl into the bed.

You didn't think you could spend the night in that big bed alone. Not tonight, not the way you were feeling. You felt like an open sore, achy and oozing. Even if Dean didn't want to be intimate until you were sober enough to remember the night you'd have with him, at least he could hold your pieces together and keep you from falling apart completely.

You squirmed until he slipped into bed next to you and you were able to curl into his side and cling to him. Your skin heated uncomfortably though, so you wiggled out of your towel and threw it across the room. You heard Dean huff out a nervous laugh as you cuddled into him again and pressed your face into his flushed neck. Your bare chest pressed to his and you felt a tingle rush through the sensitive peaks of flesh meeting his.

You might've made a small noise of contentment, but you couldn't hear past your own ears. You sighed, feeling Dean swallow and catch your wandering hand against his lower stomach. He held your palm over his heart instead and the heavy thump, thump of it lulled you to sleep. Near sleep at least, as you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent.

"You're not gonna leave, right? Like I'm not gonna wake up in the middle of the night and you won't be here?" You asked, your skin humming against his.

"I'll be here when you wake up, sweetheart," he promised, his voice deep and husky again like he'd just woken up. "I'll even make you breakfast."

"No way! Like pancakes and bacon and eggs and-"

"Yes," Dean chuckled, "Whatever you want, I'll make it for you. Just sleep now, and no funny business." He squeezed your palm in his as if he wasn't the only one aware that only a thin piece of damp material separated the two of you, "I mean it, Y/N."

You giggled and laced your fingers together. Happy with the buzz stemming from the pulse in your fingertips syncing with his. That's what it felt like, your hearts beating to the same drum. You wondered if he felt it too, or if it was just another side effect of the drug.

"Dean. I dare you to kiss me."

You pulled your face from his neck and tilted your head up to him. He looked at you for a moment and smirked, the smile reaching his eyes and crinkling the corners. He leaned in close and cupped your cheek with both your hands still entwined. Then kissed you on the forehead and chuckled when you sulked.

"Dare me tomorrow." He said, releasing your hand to tug the comforters over your shoulders.

You relented and placed your palm back over his heart, allowing the thump to pull you asleep this time. Letting the drugs finally wear thin as you slept them off. All night. And waking in the morning in the same position with Dean's hand on your waist and a tired fog clouding your mind. His thumb aimlessly brushing back and forth over your skin.

"How long have you been awake?" You asked as the events from the night before started to replay in your mind. This time with a new level of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks. "I'm not wearing any pyjamas, am I?"

"Nope." He said, checking your pupils in the morning sunlight streaming through breaks in the curtains. Seemingly satisfied, he smirked. "Still dare me?"

It only took a second for your cheeks to burn and you realized that line you'd drawn with him when you first moved in a year ago needed to be reevaluated. "Yeah."

Dean's hand left your waist and he lifted your chin with a finger. He dipped his head at an angle and fit his lips perfectly over yours. Kissing you with the weight of a feather for only a second.

You almost missed it, "I dare you to kiss me like I know you want to." You said.

He smiled as his fingers trailed up your jaw and tangled in the hair on the nape of your neck. He brushed his lips against yours teasingly and chuckled before he smashed his mouth to yours. Sucking the breath straight from your lungs until they burned in a way that wasn't displeasing. He pulled away, then ducked back in for another kiss and then another one. Kissing you so many times that you felt high all over again. A better type of high this time though. A natural high.

Your lips chilled without the warmth of his mouth when he finally pulled away. 

"Dare me to try again?" He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. Dean kissed you breathless once more before he remembered, "I promised you breakfast, didn't I?"

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A/N: Read part 2 here

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Sisterhood.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

Summary: When your sisters, well fake sisters, Nastash and Yelena ask for your help to destroy the man and place that took everything from you before your life began, you happily agree to join but your husband, didn't know why and didn't care. He forbid you to go, you don't take orders well.

Warning: Aust, Fluff, Arguments, Black widow spoilers, Grabic fighting, Dark past, Making up, Near death experience.

A/n: I never did anything like this so be gentle with me lol, I hope it comes out alright. It took a while because I had to watch the movie step by step as I had things going on so I hope it was worth the wait so im sorry if it sucks

" I need to go! It's a family emergency!" you argued as you stuffed clothes into the backpack, growing annoyed as your newly wedded husband; Namor took some out "No. you never told me much about your family and I don't trust those surface dwellers." you stopped and glared at him "I'm a "surface dweller" mind you." you air quoted what he said "I forbid you to go." he declared "Forbid me?" you questioned in disbelief "You forbid me?!" You repeated outraged.

Everything in you desired to yell and shout at him but you had to play this smart, you couldn't waste more time. Taking a breath "Fine. Let's just go to bed yeah?" you spoke in a defended tone, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't resist, Namor just laid his forehead against yours "I love you Luciérnaga. (firefly)" he kissed you, you kissed back already feeling guilty but your sisters need you "I love you too" you smiled and began to get ready for bed. You opened your eyes and looked at your dead sleep husband, you quietly snatched your old suit, a few clothes and walked into your walk-in pantry, pulling down a fake cereal box, your closet of weapons showed, you grabbed your two pistols and throwing knives, and keys to the car and stuffing them in the large backpack. You left a note saying that you would be back and not to worry although you knew that was pointless he would worry but worth a shot, you signed your name, and a I love you and left.

You stared at your GPS 'Well she said to meet her here' you got out of the vehicle and into the ever-going meadow, after a good 20-minute walk, you see a man with two women one with red hair and the other blonde standing in front of a helicopter, you recognized them almost immediately with tears in your eyes "Natasha! Yelena!" you called out, their heads snapped to your direction as you run closer, you could see a smile on Natasha's face and shock and disbelief on Yelenas. See their faces brought up the only few good memories of your childhood. The fake holiday photos, the whistling that you shared, playing with other kids, lessons you learn as a normal kid would, Melina and Alexel, your mother and father, Natasha and Yelena, your older and younger sisters. When you made it to them, you hugged Yelena, and she stood there before she hugged you back "Sister." she whispered, you almost couldn't hear her "Сестра, я скучал по тебе. (sister, I have missed you)" you whispered and rubbed her back. "What about me?" Natasha joked "Not so much. You were too busy playing hero." you teased back, letting go of Yelena "So, who's ass we're gonna kick?" you questioned looking between your sisters "Actually we're broking Alexei out of prison." Natasha corrected you.

You got ready in the white combat suit that Natasha give you, as you were fastening the belt you catch a glance of the ring that bounded you to namor and you placed a kiss on it before putting your wedding ring into your pocket for safekeeping. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a rope on the other side of the helicopter, both you and Natasha swung down while she landed in a pose, 'God, such a poser' you rolled your eyes and kicked one of the guards off the narrow walkway before landing on your feet. Another guard rushed to you to avenge his fallen coworker just as your feet hit the walkway, quickly you delivered an around-house kick to his side, slamming him into the railing, and the two other guards on your side ran to you, fists and guns raised when you heard a "Duck!" coming from behind you, and you dropped to your knees, to see a rope with a big metal clip bang into their heads, knocking them out. Four Guards ran out the door to you, the first wheeled his arm back and swung his fist forward, you leaned back avoiding the punch, and grabbed his arm moving him to the side which gave you an opening, you kicked him three times in the left side of his torso and then to the stomach sending him flying into his coworker behind him, they tumbled like bowling pins.

The two left blocked both sides and you smirked, you could already see the fear resonating inside them, you almost felt bad. Almost.

Not wasting a second you ran to the one on your right, and as he readied himself for your attack, you slide underneath his legs and used one of your knives to slash his ankle you, threw your knife into his back, and his face hit the metal walkway, the other jolted his foot out coming towards your face, he missed. You rolled away and lifted yourself on your knees, and just as he tried to kick you again you swapped his feet from below him as he fell to his knees you punched him in the face, his head banged into the railing hard and he collapsed cold. You went to get up but you immediately squatted down as the helicopter lowered almost hitting you and Nat, who began to yell at Yelena, to which your younger sister just did a thumbs up.

You and your older sister continue to fight the seaming endless prison guards waiting for Alexei to get to your level. You punched your final guy three times In the face and pushed him over the rail, who was honestly your best friend in this prison broke, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of a rocket launcher being shot and ice breaking, you didn't even look to the mountains to confirm your suspicion. You turn to Natasha "Nat! We have to go now! Or else we'll be buried alive!" you shouted over panicked screams, Natasha kicked a guard in the face before turning to you "Go! I'll get Alexei!" She shouted back "Are you sure?!" she nodded. You grabbed your rope, climbed up, and into the helicopter, you took a sharp inhale as you sat beside Yelena and put on the headgear anxiety gripping your heart for your sister and father as you watched as snow began to flow down to the Russian prison.

Natasha quickly grabbed the rope and secured herself to it as Yelena turned around and flew the copter to the walkway level, you sighed in relief as both you and your sister looked down, Natasha was able to get Alexei as the copter flew upwards, Yelena laughed and smiled, you giggled as you high fived each other. Natasha and Alexel climbed into the helicopter. Nat stood up and walked towards you, putting on headgear as Alexei cursed the prison Russian before closing the door of the old copter, "oh, I'm so proud of you girls." he spoke after catching his breath standing beside Natasha, though neither of you replied, "Oh, you can't hear me, huh?" he said loudly, laughing he grabbed a headset for his own "Wow" he started but didn't get to finish as Yelena backhanded him the face.

"Okay," he groaned"Why the aggression, huh?" he looked at Yelena "is it your time of the mouth?" God, you hated that fucking question "We don't get periods fuckface. We don't have uteruses." you answered for her, your blood boiling with anger but your voice was calm despite this "Or ovaries." Natasha added, Alexei looked between you three "Yeah, That's what happens when the Red room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs." Yelena turned around and gestured with her hands "They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything out, so you can't have babies." "Okay, Okay, Okay! Okay!" Alexei cut her off not bothering to hide his disgust.

"You don't have to get so clinical and nasty." he spoke sitting down on the chair closest to you "Oh, well, I was about to talk about fallopian tubes but okay." She replies, you smiled and shook your head, looking out the window finding this conversation amusing. "It means so much to me that you came back for me." "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room." Natasha spoke up "Whoa, look at you, huh? All business." Alexei looked at Natasha "Trust me, this isn't pleasure." she rolled her eyes "Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda." he looked at you three again before his focus went onto your older sister "I chose to go west to become an Avenger, 'cause they treated me like family." She defended herself, refusing to look at her 'Father' "Really? Family? Well, where are they now." Alexei asked, knowing full well what happened. You pursed your lips and continued to look out the window with a glare as Yelena quietly looked at your sister "Where is that family now?" his eyes bored into her "Tell me where the red room is." She fired, her hand gripping the wall behind the driver's seat.

"I have no idea." you and Yelena just scoffed, Natasha finally looked at him, took off the headset, ripped Alexei's off, and sat across from him, "Come on. You and Dreykov we're like..." "Dreykov? General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory...Soviet union's first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission" He looked at you and Yelena as you both looked back at him "Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears." You looked straightforward with your fist tightened, fighting the urge to go back there and punch him in the face "No offense, huh?" you rolled your eyes 'yeah like that would make it better' Yelena just shook her head "Then puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why huh? Why? Why would he put me in...You know why? 'Cause, maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe you know, I want the Party to feel actually like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh?" he finished his 'sad' sob story kicking the toolbox close to him like a child "I'm not even the who, uh, you know..." he quickly pointed at Natasha "I'm not the one who killed his daughter." he said "Can we throw him out the fucking window now?" you asked, already done with his bullshit, "I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude." Nat answered, "All right." Yelena nodded "Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он? (Why not ask Melinda where it is?)" Alexei suggested snarkily speaking over your younger sister "Wait, Mom Melina?" Yelena looked back at him, with shock "We thought she was dead." You and Natasha looked at him to which he scoffed "You cannot kill a fox that swift." he smirked.

"Ew." you whispered under your breath "She was the scientist, the strategist I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did." he informed you "She is working for the Red Room present day?" Natasha asked and leaned forward to see if he was telling the truth "She works remotely outside St. Petersburg." Alexei confirmed. "I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg." Yelena doubted "No. We're good we'll make it." just like Yelena said the copter fall to the ground, and she was to get it down safely. You sighed as you pushed the heavy door out your way, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei following you out fields of purple flowers, grass, and trees were all you could see "You should've brought the Avengers superjet." Alexei told Natasha, you glared at him before walking away with your sisters, you swear if he said one more thing you were gonna kick him where the sun don't shine, and then in the face "I swear, if you I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." She spat, thinking the same as you unknowingly "He's the worst." you chuckled "Natasha." Alexei called out "Natasha. Natasha. Come here, I want to ask you something" he beckoned her, you walked farther ahead you didn't want to hear his stupid voice.

Yelena and you stopped and turned around as Natasha's voice raised in volume "What is with this tension?" Alexei questioned, sounding like a kicked puppy "Did I do something wrong?" he really was so stupid and an ignorant, selfish prick "Is that a serious question?" You asked, "I only ever loved you, girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed. To achieve your fullest and everything worked out." Alexei spoke up like a disappointed father "Everything worked out?" Natasha asked sarcastically "Yes. For you, yes. We accomplished our mission in Ohio. (Y/n) you went on to become the deadliest and most ruthless black widow in the world. Yelena, you went on to become one of the greatest child assassin, and Natasha, not just a spy not just toppling regimes and destroying Empires from within but an Avenger. You three have killed so many people. Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red." he pulled you three into a group hug " I couldn't be more proud of you." you pushed him off you, and walked off Natasha didn't hesitate to do the same, Yelena let him hug her a bit more before stalking off to her bigger sisters.

After an hour of walking, you made it to a barged gated sanctuary where your mom stood with a sniper rifle, she took a minute to look between all four of you "Honey, we're home." Alexei smiled, silently she made it to her house Alexei began to follow her "Come on, girls." you and your sisters followed them "Welcome to my humble boat." Melina opened the door and walked through "Make yourself at home." you nodded at looked around the cozy house "Let's have a drink." She sighed as she put away the rifle. You and Yelena sat down beside each other at the dining table, Natasha and Melina sat down not too long ago as you hear Alexei grunting in the bathroom, you wished you could be anywhere besides here right now. you rather be dick down than sit in this awkward atmosphere "Let's drink." your mother suggested grabbing the bottle of alcohol. The sound of a bathroom door opening and Alexei clearing his throat brought your attention to him, you wish you hadn't "Still fits." Melina wolf-whistled and clapped officially traumatizing you "I never washed it once" she admitted, "Come drink." he sat down "Family. Back together again." he smiled looking at his 'family' through Melina corrected him, that they shouldn't use that term anymore "Agreed so here's what's going to happen..." "Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Your dad cut off Natasha reaching over to grab the tub of strawberries

"I want to say something right off the bat. You have an age today huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage." you shot down your drink, you wanted it felt something other than the absolute disgust within "You got fat. But still good." She flirted as Alexei chuckled " I just got out of prison first. I, uh..." he looked at you three before looking back at Melina " I have a lot of energy." he admitted suggestively "Oh!" she gasped "Please don't do that." Natasha spoke up for the three of you before getting down to business "so, here's what's going to happen." "Natasha, down slouch." Melina scolded her.

"I'm not slouching." she straightened her back like she wasn't "Yes, yes you are." " I don't slouch" Natasha defended herself pitifully "You're going to have a back hunch." Melina gestured with her body. You watched the scene with a small smile for a nonfamily you guys sure acted like one "Listen to your mother." Alexei added "All right enough. All of you" Nat looked at both you and Yelena "We didn't say anything." you started, your smile gone "That's not fair." Yelena continued "Here's what's going to happen..." Natasha started again "I don't want any food." Yelena said as Melina piled food onto yours and her plate "Eat a little something, (Y/n), Yelena, for God's sake." your mother scolded you two "You're going to tell us the location of the Red room." Natasha finished "You know, it's like when you told them that they could stay up late to catch Santa Clause," She said tearfully looking at Alexei " what that was fun. You know, "he come down to the chimney girls. lookout. Where is he?" You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, you see he's there. I want them to follow their dreams." "No good." Melina shook her head "Reach for the stars girls." he said loudly "Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business." Natasha said seriously "You can't defend a man who commands the very well of others." Melina finally answered got up and came back with a tablet "Come in." she said to what looked like no particular then the door opened and a pig walks.

"Did that pig? Just walk in here, I'm not just seeing things, y'all saw it too?" "Yes. It did." Melina spoke keeping her eyes on the pig, and proceeded to use mind control on it, forcing it to stop breathing. You looked away, gripping your silver spoon, you couldn't, didn't want to watch, she helped the man who used you and your sisters, mother, and girls to do his dirty bidding, She unknowingly used that on all three of you.

"The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled," she said after dismissing 'Alexei' the pig "Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe." she poured herself a drink "And do you know who they test it on?" Yelena asked stoically "Hmm...No that's not my department." Melina looked at her "Don't lie to them. hmm?" Alexei watched as Melina poured him a drink "I'm not lying." "You're Dreykov's architect, huh?" "Where were you? If I was his architect you were his partner. You were his business partner" Your parents began to argue "Shut up! You are an idiot." Natasha spat at Alexei "And you're a coward." She turned to Melina " You're a coward." Nat repeated "And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on" Your gaze snapped to her "Never family, huh? In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think that for a couple deep undercover Russian agents, I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?" Alexei said, "Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection." Melina agreed "Who cares? That wasn't real." Natasha shook her head, on the verge of tears "What?" Yelena looked at her, hurting betrayal in her eyes.

"Don't say that." you finally spoke up, causing the whole table to look at you " It was real. It was real to me." Yelena said shaky, pointing to herself "You are my mother." she gestured and looked at Melina "You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me. And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe?" Yelena paused "That was us. That was me." Melina looked at her shocked, Yelena's stare switched between Natasha and you "You both got out. Dreykov made sure no one else could escape. Gonna say anything Natasha?" she asked glaring at your older sister "No." she nodded and grabbed the whiskey bottle and stormed off.

"I had no idea" your mother looked from her lap to Alexei "It's okay, it's okay. I'll talk to her." he grabbed his helmet off from the floor and walked the way, Yelena went. Natasha got up and walked toward the weaponry pantry, declaring she do it herself as you and Melina remained at the table "Don't, you wouldn't survive." Melina called after her "I wish I could believe that you cared." Natasha answer back "But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me." you rolled your eyes as you walked to your sister, your mother by your side "No, you weren't abandoned." Melina said, "You were selected by a program, that assessed the genetic potential in infants." Natasha looked at her in shock as you just leaned against the wall bookshelves behind your mother with only thoughts wringing that fat fucks neck like you always wanted to and to be home, with Namor, in his arms, he must be so worried and probably pissed at you. You can't keep lying to him after this is done, you'll tell him everything. He deserves to know, he deserved to know a long time ago the night he found you on the beach with wounds bleeding out, the night you escape. Black widows came from all directions, and you killed every. single. one you wasn't called the deadliest and ruthless black widow for nothing. When you had finally made it safely, exhaustion and pain dig their claws into you, and dragged you down into the sand, you were sure of yourself that it was that, you were gonna die there cold, and alone but your fish man saw you, took pity on you, nurse you back to health. Sealing your fate with him.

You finally came to reality when Natasha pulled you into the pantry and went over her and Melina's plan, she handed you an earpiece and Melina give you a run down on what to expect. You couldn't wait to fuck up those bastards, All you had to do is let yourself get caught.

You groan and shook your head, feeling sluggish from the sedatives, the cell you're held in was somewhat completely White except for the red bed and black floor, the door was made out of pure glass, you looked at the vents that your mother said would be exactly there. You grabbed the throwing knives that Natasha put in your pocket and throw one in between one of the little cracks in the ceiling, with such force it swung open. You picked out the dropped knife and walked onto your cell bed, you grabbed the side on the open vent and took a deep breath as you exiled, you jumped and swung yourself upwards into the metal Airway once landing in a crouch, you quickly reached down and closed the vent. 'just keep going until you find a two-way and make a left, Yelena should be getting surgery, I have Natasha put a knife in her pocket but get to her as fast as possible.' your mother's words ring out, you got there in only a minute, the vent overlooked the surgical area where Yelena lied strapped to a stretcher, you just needed to wait for the moment to strike "What?" Yelena asked out loud, Melina had to have told her about the blade "What are you going to do to me?" she covered up looking at a surgeon. That was your cue, you dropped down, and the harsh sound of metal crashing against the floor alerted the surgeons, wasting no time you pulled out a knife and throw it to the surgeon by the computer, the blade plunged itself into his skull, his body falls to the floor in a pool of blood, as the other surgeon stood shocked Yelena took this time to cut herself and knock him out.

"You couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked you, with a glare "I didn't have time, sorry." you shrugged as you both left the area to find the antidote "Where did he take the vials?" Yelena asked your mother, wiping away the maker on her forehead "Yeah. sure. Easy." She replied to something Melina said as you walked into a long corridor. Yelena picked up the vent and moved aside before dropping down first in a pose after she got up, you dropped down rolling your eyes "Poser." you walked past her "I'm not a poser." "You just posed." "Well i-" you shushed her, looking around the corner to a guard standing there "one up ahead," you informed her quietly " I got this." She smirked, running forward, she hooked her arm around his neck and swing her body to the side, then let him go before sweeping kicking him, knocking him cold. "Cool, right?" She panted her hands on her knees " I could have done better." you playfully teased her, griping his legs and dragging him to the touchpad and with Yelena's help put his hand on it. The doors slide open and clear cabinets filled the whole room, medication and sedatives poison any liquid form contained in them, you both looked at each side "Yelena." you called out to her pointing to the glowing red vials "Melina, we found the location of the vials." she told her, suddenly bright red lights filled the space, you took as a sign run so you did just that, Yelena by your side "Fantastic, We're heading to the widows now." "Fuck." you sighed as the room of what should have been training widows was empty, Yelena noticed a pin wall filled with weapons and grabbed one of the smoke bombs and rubber bands of the vials to it "Let's go," she said running out the other door, you following after her, you opened the door to Dreykov's office, you were about to go in there to help Natasha fight off the widows when Yelena held you back and throw the antidote into the air, the vials breaking and sprinkling down onto the windows, freeing them "Natasha," you started, dropping to your knees in front "You okay?" you pushed her hair away from her forehead, looking at the damage "I'm fine." She reassured you taking your hand and getting up with you "That looks like it hurts" Yelena wrapped her hand around the knife in Natahsa's shoulder as you help Natasha walk to her "Okay. I take out on there, ready?" Yelena asked and yanked it out "I'm sorry." She muttered as Natasha screamed out in pain "Mitä me teemme nyt? (What do we do now?)." a widow asked in Finnish between you and your sisters "You live." you spoke looking at every widow "And get as far away from here as possible." Natasha said, "You get to finally make your own choices now." Yelena add, the moment of peace was entreated by the sounds of explosions.

"We gotta get outta here." Natasha looked at you and Yelena "We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" Yelena asked her "I'm right behind you," Natasha said moving to Dreykov's desk to grab something "I'll stay with her go!" you lightly pushed Yelena out to lead the free widows. You watched Nat pull out a ring and slide it against a screen in the desk drawer and type in something, put a Drive into a small box processor to download the files of the widows around the world, you groaned and winced looking away as Natasha snapped her nose back, despite killing and being around countless deaths, you couldn't stand to see your loved ones hurt "Nat." you said in a worried tone, hearing the glass break around you "Just a little bit longer." she continued to stare at the loading screen "Finally!" she quickly grabbed the Drive and you grabbed what was left over the vials and you both ran out the room but the elevator busted out fire, both of you ducked out the way and ran to the waiting room, Natasha pulled out her twin pistols and shot out the glass.

You jumped out into the sky down the red room, you reached out for the outdoor walkway rail, and as its fell from the weight of you and your older sister, you swing yourself into the open busted window from Below, Natasha following not soon after, you ran down the hallway. You granted as you slammed into a wall, having some equipment hit you, you pushed it away and ran again ducking and weaving out of the way from the falling ceilings and items "Natasha!" you screamed as she fall down the floor from a large piece of the ceiling fell on her "Go! I'll be okay!" she yelled back "fuck." you whisper, jumping on your heels debating before eventually listening to her, and jumped over the hole and continue to run down the hallway. Three of the red room's guards saw you and began to shoot at you, really even as you were failing to your deaths they still wanted to kill you? without stopping, you slipped two of your throwing knife and aimed them at the two guards, took in a breath pulled your arms back, and release the blades forward, one stuck itself into the throat on the left and the other landed into the gun's barrel, the guard didn't notice until too late as it blasted into his face, the middle guard got lucky, one bullet lunged into your shoulder but you just gritted your teeth and tackled the man out the windows. You stole a quick glance past his shoulder, the landing pad was a good 3ft drop and you were heading there fast, the guy still wanting to kill you tried to shoot you again but you knocked the gun out of his hand and used it to hit him in the head repeatedly, the ground catch up, you rolled off his body and standing up, a guard in his mind ran past you with a parachute "I'll take that." you pulled him back by the parachute and sweep him off your feet, and kicked him in the face "Okay. Where is my family?" you looked around the chaos while you put on the parachute, immediately you notice Natasha hanging off the side of a wing beside you but also Dreykov rushing into a helicopter and Yelena running to him, you ran after her as the wing began to collapse onto the landing pad, your eyes widened when you realized what she was planning Natasha caught up to you, running side by side "Yelena!" Natasha screamed out "Don't you dare do it!" You screamed out "This was fun!" Yelena yelled back with a smile "No!" you and Natasha yelled but like Yelena, she didn't listen at plugged her staff into the engine of the helicopter causing it to blow up and push her back into the sky.

Natasha grabbed a randomly placed parachute and jumped "Please be okay!" you prayed, jumping with her. driving y forward you and Natasha flew through a fallen helicopter window, you two made it to her, and Natasha put on the parachute on Yelena and pulled the trigger, everything seemed still until in the corner of your eye a weirdly dressed guard was zooming towards you, Natasha pushed Yelena and you out of the andy and then flew to the ground the guard following her. You got separated from Yelena, and a large portion of a wall was coming to you without any way to pass it, you pushed yourself backward and landed on your feet on the wall, ran to the edge, and pushed off, a smaller one was behind but this time you could fly out the way. You were getting closer to the ground so you pull the trigger to your parachute and ducked and rolled onto your feet with what seemed to practice ease though you never went skydiving, you slide it off, held onto your shoulder to stop the bleeding, and walked around for your sisters amongst the fallen debris "Yelena! (Y/n)!" you heard not too far away "Natasha!!" you yelled running to where her voice was "(Y/n)!!" you smiled as you see your big sister and ran into her arms "Are you okay?" she asked hugging you tightly "just a bullet wound, nothin' major." you grinned as she fussed over "Come let's worry about that later, we need to find Yelena." she nodded "Yelena!" "There!" you pointed to her she lay in between debris, her parachute hovering over her on a fallen bar lucky she wasn't trapped, you and Natasha slide to your knees once you made it to her, Natasha shook her "Yelena?" you asked worriedly, Yelena opened her eyes looking between you and your other sister, both clouding her vision and smiled "We're upside down." she got up with a groan and turned to face you "простите меня сестры (Forgive me, sisters)" Natasha spoke "You're my sisters, it was real to me too and Yelena I should've come back for you." she cried "You don't have to say that" Yelena replied "it's okay," you added holding her hand while Yelena laid her forehead against your older sister's, you turned to look at your mother and father after hearing a grunt. All three of you stood up from oldest to youngest watching your parents make their way to you "You good?" Natasha asked Melina "I am clearly injured" your mother replied "You got something to say?" she asked Alexei "I'd just mess it up" he answered offering his hand to her which she took it. The sounds of vehicles came "Here comes the cavalry." Natasha sighed "so what's our plan?" Melina asked "You guys go. I'll stay." "That's insanity. We fight. We fight with you." Alexei spoke up "I'll hold them off." "Natasha, we fight." "We can't split up. You're so pigheaded." "You guys, go" Natasha put her feet down "Besides if it can work out with the five of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers. little bit." she smiled "If you're leaving take this." Yelena took off her vest "I know how much you like it." "Shucks" Natasha laughed "He had widows implanted all over the world," you informed Yelena "Mother will need to copy the formula" you handed her the vials "You should be the one to tell 'em it's over" Natasha nodded to her suddenly the sound of a jet engine landed before your family.

The widows you freed earlier stepped out, walking to Yelena "You came back for us." Yelena looked at them "Мы бы не оставили вас позади. (We wouldn't leave you behind)" one of them said and Yelena walked through the sea of former black widows, touching their hands as she walked by "Thank you." you smiled whistling goodbye Natasha, Yelena shortly joining in, after a minute, a second Natasha whistle back and You, Yelena and parents aborted the jet, you didn't know it but this would be the last time you saw your older sister.

You groaned, holding onto your bandage shoulder, everything ached and hurt, your feet felt like you are walking on glass, and your knees buckled a few times as you walked to the beach house that you shared with your husband, you felt such a relief once you saw it you can't wait to take a shower blood and dirt caked on your face and body but the relief turn to frightfulness as you watched as Namor storm off the porch into you "Baby i-i promise to ever run off like that and I'll tell you everythi—" you started once he stood before you, his hands grabbing you face and pulled you in a kiss full of emotion worry, relief, and love. Tears filled your closed eyes the whole time you acted like you weren't scared but you were, scared you'd never see him again "Do not worry about anything, I'm glad you're back and you can tell me everything once you're ready." he laid his forehead against yours.

"Let's go home In yakunaj."

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[manderleyfire]

'panem lost a poet panem lost a standup comedian' lmaoooooooo what are your favorite Coriolanus’ unhinged quotes from tbosas?? I cackled so much during that rather dark book, I feel embarrassed, lol

He had to think of just the right way to break the news. But what would that be? 'I love you deeply, but I love officers’ school more?' That wasn’t going to go over well.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

AH, TRUST AGAIN. ThE aIr WaS fUlL oF iT.

Coriolanus winced slightly. TWO biking mishaps in the same twelve-hour period seemed more than coincidental.

This entrance was for the poor people, Coriolanus thought. Or perhaps not poor. The word PLEBEIAN came to mind. (those history classes did nothing for him)

PASSING OUT SANDWICHES WAS ONE THING, THROWING THE CHAIR QUITE ANOTHER (sorry, i'm in tears, xDDD)

Snow lands on top and ALL THAT. He knew he should be elated at this turn of events and jumping up and down inside while p r e s e n t i n g a modest, pleased front. But what he really felt was jEaLoUs.

THE HERO OF HER LIFE!!!!!!!!!!

The i m p o s s i b i l i t y of being a Snowflake in this postwar world.

And here he was in his uniform, clutching a rose like some lovestruck schoolboy, hoping she would — what? Like him? Trust him? Not kill him on sight?

Good-bye, Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you (biiiiiiitch 🔪)

So now that loudmouth Arachne was a defender of a righteous and just land. Yes, she laid down her life taunting her tribute with a sandwich, thought Coriolanus. Maybe her gravestone could read, “Casualty of cheap laughs.”

BETTER OFF SAD THAN DEAD

Coriolanus did not want to spend the next twenty years listening to them *mockingjays* serenade the local executions.

What was he doing but dressing her up to be a pretty corpse? Perhaps she could strangle someone with the scarf, or stab them with the pin?

HIS OWN FANS HAD A LITTLE MORE CLASS (rich boy™)

The LAST TIME Sejanus had lost his appetite, he’d lost his sanity as well.

Who were all these PeOpLe hanging around on a weekday at the zoo? Didn’t they have jobs? Shouldn’t the children be in chool? No wonder the country was such a mess.

What an ugly place, he thought dully as the train chugged its way through District 9. It didn’t look fit for human habitation.

Coriolanus gave the camera a thumbs-up when they cut for his reaction. He could not believe THIS was his life.

How much bread had they wasted with this nonsense? Oh, no, he starved to death! Somebody get the bread!

CORIOLANUS SNOW, MORE LONER THAN LOVER (whatta slogan for his presidential campaign)

How awful, Coriolanus thought. To have YOU be the first person in the world a baby sees *about dr. gaul*

Why would evil incarnate help his girlfriend?

In rhetoric class, she’d once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people! But actions spoke louder than words. Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.

“Of course I liked it, but I’m more open-minded than most" (hahahaha)

Then came confusion. If she had saved his life, he owed her, what? A sandwich and two cookies? That was how he was repaying her. For his life. Which apparently he held quite cheaply.

Oh, a ghost story. Ugh. Boo. So ridiculous.

Ma? Was Coriolanus’s place about to be uSuRpEd by someone who referred to his mother as “Ma”? The cabbage and posca threatened to make a reappearance.

CANNIBALS OVER CUTTHROATS!

several people took the pained look on Coriolanus’s face as sorrow at Arachne’s death, when ironically he felt like killing her all over again.

“That was some good-bye.” Coriolanus just shrugged. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus. (GUNSHOT 💀💀💀)

[knickknacksandallthat]

sorry to bother but do you have a plan of when part 4 will come out

ofc it’s perfectly fine if you’re not ready, from the looks of it this is a really big project

Hi anon!!

Oh my goodness, no it's no bother at all! Honestly, I would much rather be talking about fic writing than doing boring things like making a living (which consumed MY LIFE last week).

Ha! And you said it - this fic series has definitely been all-consuming. But I really love this particular AU, so let me tell you I've been working on it non-stop whenever I have time and have the following figured out so far:

My outline currently has the next fic at 12 chapters, though I have a sneaky suspicion that it'll become longer.

I have 53K written so far (but that's before editing😅).

It will have alternating POVs between Jean and Jeremy.

I wish I could give you a better sense of timing, but honestly it all comes down to my work schedule and what free time I have. At this point, I feel like I'm aiming toward April - but don't quote me.

And because I haven't posted something about Once in a Blue Moon on here for a while, here's a new snippet to chew over while I keep hustling as a thank you for your patience! 🥹

OIAB scene under the cut:

The LA airport is hot and muggy. It makes sweat bead down Jean’s neck and uncomfortably gather beneath his collar. Though he wears the lightest long-sleeve shirt he owns, the material still feels constricted and stifling, sticking to his skin. He has the insane urge to tear the garment off him and walk around bare-chested just to feel some relief.  Of course, he would never do so. In fact, the mere thought of it makes him pull his sleeves down farther, covering the backs of scar-ridden hands.  At least his head is cool.  He runs a hand over his buzzed scalp once more, the fuzzy feel of it still odd to him. Abby had suggested it so they could see his stitches better. And since so much of his hair had been pulled out anyway, it seemed to make sense.  Still, he hates how foreign the feeling is. He’s a stranger in his own skin. Has been, for some time he thinks.  He glances up anxiously at the clock on the wall, his knee bouncing as he waits. His flight landed ten minutes ago, and he thought his captain would be waiting here to greet him.  Apparently, he thought wrong.  Laughter erupts from behind him, and Jean jumps. He immediately spins around, only to find a family standing nearby, laughing at the antics of their two-year-old. He watches them for a moment before slowly turning back, clasping his hands in front of him and clutching them tight. Anxiety slowly begins to creep under his skin. Had he gotten the day wrong? Or the time? Did something happen between Palmetto and here that caused a delay? Should he call someone to ask?  He opens his phone and looks through the few contacts on his list.  Abby Winfield David Wymack Jeremy Knox Kevin Day Renee Walker Jean scowls.  His preference would likely be Abby or Renee, though he thinks the latter would have no information useful for this. Wymack, he would tolerate. He skims over the fourth name on the list because he’s never thinking of that fucker again in his entire life, if he can help it. Then he stares at the fifth name, the contact information for him uploaded without his knowledge into this new phone Abby got him. Jeremy Knox.  Starting Trojans Striker. #11. Played 52 games last season, scored 41 goals, and had 36 assists. Captain of the USC Trojans for three years straight. Fifth-best striker in the NCAA.  (Fourth, now that Riko is gone.)  Weaknesses: favors left side for goals, left knee injury in his sophomore year of high school, and overly attached to wellbeing of teammates. Jean scowls again.  If Knox is anything like the person who recommended him, he’s bound to be both a waste of Jean’s time and breath. After all, he can certainly strike punctual off the list.

Thanks again for the ask, anon!

[caliburn-the-sword]

up to chapter 10. first winter thoughts!!!

thanks to miss marissa meyer because literally everything about winter completely makes up for the fact that i had to go through fairest. also this time i wasn't too lazy to take photos sometimes!! (don't ask me how it's less effort to type up quotes instead of just taking a photo, sending it to my email and downloading the photo from there-- and oh never mind it is still a lot of effort and is only worth it for chunks of paragraphs)

"dark side of luna" made me remember that one side of the moon is perpetually day time. i'm assuming that's where everyone lives since people need vitamin D. hope worldbuilding expands on what it's like during "night time" which is to say when it's late

i think this is the first time we've had a significant time jump between books. it's been months since war started, whereas the past few books only had days between them. idk if i'm disappointed yet because it means we skip a significant portion of the development between winter and scarlet, as well as seeing how kai integrates with the rest of the rampion crew. (note: or it's only been a month????)

ahh do the domes cut off light once it's "nighttime"???

omg she still hasn't seen jacin - i imagine he's also been locked up?? for treason?? but then why not just killed like this father of a shell

APPLAUDED the execution???? cray z

JACIN FINALLY. he's a main love interest so there's no way he will die. i wonder how winter will save him. why was he under arrest for so long??? levana doesn't seem like the type to waste time, unless the war was holding most of her attention

damn that's crazy devoted of winter to die by the blade

i feel like winter hates gingers more than tiktok does LMAO

i can't wait to get jacin's pov and see if he actually tipped off sybil or if it was someone else (which i believe it to be)

why does the name liam kinney sound familiar to me. also, this guard is definitely important since he has been named AND is standing up for jacin. confirmed by kinney looking at winter lol

30 LASHINGS?? there is NO way he can realistically survive that, even if self inflicted. and 40 hours of penance?? sounds vaguely catholic lmao. wonder what it means in this context

"a girl of sunshine and stardust" AYO NEW Y/A FANTASY TITLE JUST DROPPED fskhfsdkhfshk

"Willful determination had stifled any hallucinations." i'm not an expert or anything but like,,, i don't think think that's how it works?? if anyone's got experience with this please let me know if you're comfortable with sharing

why tf does aimery hate jacin so bad (note: probably a jealous bastard?? creeper mccreepface wants winter all for himself)

seeing jacin grin is honestly kind of alarming. i don't remember him smiling ONCE in his first book. but seeing him smile to reassure her after he's literally been through hell is so nice. i am beginning to see why people like him now. i take back the mean things i said

if i had a nickel for every time the most beautiful woman in the land had a scar that accentuated and multiplied her beauty, i would only have 2 nickels but it's weird that it's happened twice (shiori's stepmother from six crimson cranes). it's very slayed of them. more appreciation for scars PLEASE.

"My Selene" HELP THAT'S SO TENDER??? i am already feeling feelings

these childhood best friends have absolutely NO business flirting with each other this hard

i'm sorry but can kai even cook?? i highly doubt it he's literally royalty there is no way (note: i KNEW that he couldn't cook)

17TH KISS?????

FINALLY SCARLET AT CHAPTER 5 I THOUGHT I WOULD EXPLODE WITHOUT HER

scarlet's relationship with ryu is something i didn't know i needed until now. anyway i love them very much. her emotional support wolf

i wonder how scarlet's finger is healing up

scarlet is so helplessly gay for winter lmao

i'm honestly surprised that scarlet is trusting winter's word that her friends are alive

ngl it's very apalling and sickening that a race of people that can use their gift to command someone to do anything they like, such as telling the truth, the lunars instead choose to TORTURE answers out of people. it's the ultimate display of torture being a method of exerting power rather than to actually try and find answers

i LOVE how marissa meyer throws together so many duos of characters and really lets them bond. it's so nice to see cress help wolf now so casually with the benoit farm when she used to be terrified of him during the kidnapping of kai - oh lol nevermind she's still terrified lmao. but this is still good progress and i'm living for it and i can't wait to see them become closer!! imagine him as an older brother figure for her~

since we have no idea who cinder's father is imagine if her nameless father is in fact wolf's father

knowing what wolf and scarlet are like about tomatoes. insufferable fandom culture have probably made tomatoes their entire personalities in like

FIRST JACIN POV CHAPTER

"Dreaming was for people with nothing better to do." okay emo bastard. try not being blonde and looking like a disney prince and then get back to me (seriously i'm imagining him as those vaguely femboy tiktok guys with like long wispy hair in a manbun and is vaguely elflike and uh oh am i just picturing legolas but with shoulder length hair?? fuck me dead)

TWO jacin chapters in a row?? i'm being treated to the works. thank you miss marissa meyer

i will admit,,, that the banter that winter and jacin have is quite delicious (context: he's just been made her personal guard for the first time)

the way that winter and jacin are literally foils for levana and evret makes me froth at the mouth. will not be elaborating i MUST READ no time (or braincells) for analysation

THORNE CAN SEE AGAIN aaaaaaand he's being weird about cress. i hate it here

i love how instead of being all jealous that cinder and thorne have spent all this time together kai says almost the EXACT same thing about thorne being competition as thorne did when he found out about kai. love triangle except they're only doing it for the meme. so real of them (except thorne please stop creeping on teenage girls challenge)

note: reactions with photos are now gonna be their own posts because trying to figure out the formatting was a nightmare and i'm too tired for this shit. tag list does not apply to that because again i'm too lazy. peace and love <3

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell

[fritextramole]

after it all was filtered out

part 4 of an Eric van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Waiting For A Friend ~ The Pretty Reckless

Some people say life is like a lie Take it day by day, never knowing why My head is like a prison cell, I'm all by myself I'm waiting for my friend to come and break me out

John My Beloved ~ Sufjan Stevens

So can we pretend, sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead

We Popped the Moon ~ Oliver Riot

I need you back I’ve found another way Oh, I’ve cracked

Waste ~ Oh Wonder

See a crack that I know All the corners of you All the bones that I knew I said I would never come back Screaming at the walls in jet black Hurt until my words are out flat Can I whisper it back?

Doomed ~ Moses Sumney

I feel you But nobody else Though you're someone I can't see Yet you say nothing Of the stoic suffering That stirs lukewarm in me If lovelessness is godlessness Will you cast me to the wayside? Well, I feel the peeling of half-painted ceilings Reveal the covering of a blank sky

The Only Thing ~ Sufjan Stevens

The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm Cross hatch, warm bath, Holiday Inn after dark Signs and wonders: water stain riding the wall Daniel’s message; blood of the moon on us all Do I care if I despise this? Nothing else matters, I know In a veil of great disguises; how do I live with your ghost?

Swimming at Night ~ Camp Howard

I'm on my side I can't be blind Still, it's easy not to feel anything I want to dive into the night

Wet Cigarettes ~ Strawberry Milk Cult

You smell like wet cigarettes You look like you’ve felt regret I noticed long ago That you’ve always had that sadness in your eyes Like mine

You Wanted to Look for Help, I Wanted to Sit and Wait to be Rescued ~ Flatsound

Searching for how it felt Because all I want is to find myself in anyone And I wonder if it will ever come As easy as us giving up

Bedroom Window ~ The Pretty Reckless

As I look out of my bedroom window I see the chaos that's calling me So the wind blows wherever it will go It's all too much for me All of this emptiness I've been sharing It never comes when I want it to I can be anything I've forgiven Me and you, me and you

C’est La Mort ~ The Civil Wars

Heaven or Hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go Please don't go Don't go without me

Heavy ~ Linkin Park, Kiiara

Holding on So much more than I can carry I keep dragging around what's bringing me down If I just let go, I'd be set free Holding on Why is everything so heavy?

Be Nice To Me ~ The Front Bottoms

But you're a killer And I'm your best friend Think it's unfair, your situation You say I'm changing Sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same Could we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

Tea, Milk & Honey ~ Oh Pep!

No space for time, no time for space I ain't got what the human race needs, no I won't contribute to your polluted transaction I've got places to be that ain't right here

Disorder ~ Joy Division

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, into no man's land Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

Sippy Cup ~ Melanie Martinez

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed Sex don't sleep when the lights are off Kids are still depressed when you dress them up And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Lent ~ Autoheart

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna be like this back then Yes, maybe, now it’s crazy We’re no good for one another, no, no, no I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna act like this You know I wanna be free I want to be free

9 Secret Steps ~ They Might Be Giants

Inhume your gloom within a tomb Confine your mind behind a line There's only doom outside your room Confine your mind behind a line

No Children ~ The Mountain Goats

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong

Finally Alone ~ Mac DeMarco

Sick of the city, locked in with all the pretty people You need a vacation Somewhere that no one ever would dream to go Somewhere mundane, hop on the train See where it goes

Smalltown Boy ~ Orville Peck

You leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad, lonely face Your mama will never understand why you had to leave But the answers you seek will never be found at home The love that you need will never be found at home

One by One ~ Matt Berry

One by one I wave them good bye Engineered To leave myself alone

First Day Of My Life ~ Bright Eyes

Remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning? And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed You felt as if you'd just woke up And you said, "This is the first day of my life I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy"

Malibu ~ Miley Cyrus

Hoping that you'll stay the same and nothing will change And it'll be us just for a while, do they even exist? That's when I make a wish to swim away with the fish 'Cause it's supposed to be this hot all summer long I never would've believed you if three years ago you told me

Sweet Tooth ~ Maya Hawke

Told my mother that I love her And that I'd lie to the accountant if she wants I'll do whatever to protect her I'll say anything just to make her stop

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It’s a Metaphor: This is How You Lose the Time War

I just finished This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. I have thoughts...

Here there be spoilers!

Mix Red and Blue together and what you get is a novella painted entirely through with purple prose.

Time travel is a trope that used to evoke a sense of action-adventure in science fiction. Think Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure or Back to the Future. But after the meteoritic rise of The Time Traveler’s Wife, the genre became one that was less driven by science and more by magic touched with romance.

Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone’s This is How You Lose the Time War swings hard to the latter. The story follows two competing organizational bodies known as The Agency and Garden. Each has access to the power of time travel, and their goal is to send agents through the multiverse’s various time streams--known as “strands”--to bend events to their respective desired outcomes.

Two of their best--The Agency’s agent “Red” and Garden’s agent “Blue”--cross paths throughout the strands while on competing missions. Until one day...or does it really start then? Red finds a piece of paper marked: “Burn before reading.” It’s a letter from Blue herself, and it kickstarts a romance that transcends the limits of space and time conducted almost entirely through letter.

Let’s cut to the drawbacks first: What are The Agency and Garden? How did they figure out time travel? Why are they so determined to wage war against each other to manipulate history? To what purpose does either manipulate history? We don’t know. We never really get to know much about any of these players or how they work. It becomes clear really quickly that the whole book is a slew of evocative imagery powered by overarching metaphor. The Agency appears to represent a cold, techno-driven vision of society (think The Matrix) and Garden appears to represent a more “natural” return-to-the-land type of world. The idea of time being represented either by the march of progress or by the endurance of the world as human ages pass it by is nothing new. So which gains supremacy? Why are they fighting each other? The answers respectively are: ‘neither’ and ‘unclear.’

As it turns out, we’re meant to be less interested in the wider world than we are in the psychological developments of Red and Blue, each of whom are rebels in their respective worlds. Red longs for individualism and Blue hungers for ownership, each of these wishes leave them dissatisfied and threaten the stability of their worlds. Consequently, their correspondence must be conducted in secret--they hardly ever share the page together.

So let’s circle back to what people love about this book. Truthfully, I don’t think there is anything more quintessentially lesbian than about 200 pages of yearning, falling in love by letter, and never co-existing in the same space. And it’s full of romantically poetic lines designed to drive the reader feral. (If I tried to quote all of them, we’d be here all day.) Why waste time trying to understand the convoluted mechanics of the plot when you can soak up the romance of long-distance forbidden love?

So in all, the appeal of Time War to me is that with its pseudo-science, magical realism, pretentious prose, and romance, it becomes the queer answer to Time Traveler’s Wife. Which is great! I enjoyed every minute of it. (But I’ll confess, I’m not sorry that it’s short and sweet.)

So if you’re picking this one up: sit back, relax, and let it wash over you. The only way to really lose the Time War is to try to take it too literally.

[wild-karrde]

Woot, congrats on the milestone (here's to many other to be reached! 🧃)!! I like your writing so much, you deserve each follower you got <3 Now may I request a quote? Rex + "look what this love's done to me"

Remember to keep hydrated!

HELLO LOVELY ANON! Thank you SO MUCH *clinks juice box*. I am so STOKED you like my writing and am very grateful for YOU!

I hope you don't mind I got QUITE angsty on this one (and a teeny bit spicy). Thank you so much for the ask!

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - PiV sex, ANGST SO MUCH ANGST)

You stare out the window, watching the steady glow of the speeder traffic flow by in the levels below. The cup of tea you’re holding went cold about ten minutes ago, but you’re still holding on to it tightly, as if there’s any more comforting warmth to be had. Your brow is furrowed in thought as you sigh in frustration.��

He was supposed to be here by now.

You’d canceled your plans for the evening when he’d commed you to tell you he was coming in tonight. Your friends had groaned and given you shit, but ultimately, you’d stood your ground. 

“You’re not as fun as you used to be.” 

“You never come out any more.”

“I hope he’s worth it.”

You sip the cold bitter liquid, wrinkling your nose slightly. 

Look what this love’s done to me.

You used to go out every night you could with friends or business colleagues, wining and dining and dancing the night away, but now it seemed you rarely left your apartment, waiting for him to call or hoping he’d have a few minutes to spare to grace you with his presence. He was a busy man, you understood that, but it didn’t make it any more frustrating to be at the mercy of the Grand Army of the Republic when you’d never signed up to put on a uniform. 

Technically, he wasn’t given the option either.

The furrow between your brows softens slightly at that thought. He never asked you to wait of course, but you couldn’t waste a second of the precious time you had with him. Even the most fleeting moments where all he can do is kiss you before running to his next briefing makes your heart flutter. And the nights where he can actually give you all of his time, well those almost seem to make it all worth it. 

Almost. 

You love Rex, of that there’s no doubt. He’s the kindest, gentlest soul you’ve ever known, which seems ironic considering his success as a soldier. You’ve long suspected that’s why he seems to crave tender moments with you the most. Of course there are nights he takes you roughly in your bed, pounding into you while he growls filth into your ear. Those nights, it’s apparent he’s working through something, and you’re more than happy to be his outlet, letting him work it out of his system while you ride wave after wave of pleasure. 

But it’s the nights where he gently pulls you into his lap, removing his gloves so he can feel your skin, the nights that he takes his time that you both love the most. Tears leap into your eyes at the memory of the night he came back from the Umbara campaign. You’d heard rumblings in the news holos, giving just enough detail to let you know it was horrific without telling you anything at all. You hadn’t left your room that night, waiting until the early hours of the morning when your comm finally pinged. His voice had sounded so tired. 

“I-I’m sorry if I woke you. Would it be alright if I came over when we land?” 

He’d come in, stripping his armor and stacking it wordlessly before bringing you to your bedroom, laying down in bed with you and just holding you closely. He’d fallen asleep with his head on your chest, lulled by the beat of your heart as you gently rubbed his head. His fingers were holding you so tightly, as if you might disappear. 

You hadn’t left your apartment for two days, calling off for work. You were fairly certain the meeting you’d missed had cost you a promotion, but you’d never tell him that. You were certain he’d tell you it wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it.

But is he right? Is it worth it? Worth giving up the life I once had? Worrying about him constantly? Wondering if he’ll survive this war?

It had only been a few months. Perhaps it was time to call it off, save both of you the heart break of getting in too deep only to realize it wasn’t what you wanted. 

You had a future planned. If you keep going, it’s going to disappear. And then what?

You’d asked him last time he was on Coruscant what sort of future he imagined. His gaze had grown distant as he played with your hair absently. 

“Don’t know. Never really thought much about it.” 

Your heart had fallen slightly, and he must have noticed. He glanced down at you with those eyes that were so piercing and yet so warm at the same time. His thumb brushed your cheek as he cradled your face. 

“But I hope that we get to find out together.” 

Look what this love’s done to me. Putting all of my chips on a future that may not exist. 

Your life had been a series of carefully planned endeavors, most of which were executed flawlessly. You always knew what you were having for dinner before you met Rex, always knew what your schedule looked like for the week. You stayed late at work, always going the extra mile. And now, here you were, plans canceled yet again in the hope that he might materialize in your doorway. 

“I hope he’s worth it.” 

You sigh pressing your forehead against the cool transparisteel of your window. Is this a future worth pursuing? 

Why do you always do this to yourself with him? 

The answer was so simple when you thought about it. 

You love him. More than you’ve ever loved another person in your life. 

Memories of waking next to him flood your mind. The way his eyes open slowly, and you can tell he’s gotten the best sleep he’s had in a while. The warmth that blooms in your chest when he reaches for you in his sleep, pulling you against his chest. The way the corners of his eyes pinch when he laughs. The protectiveness he feels for his brothers. The way he pulls you close to dance in the kitchen, humming quietly in your ear as you stir whatever meal you’re making for him. No matter what you cook, it’s always the best thing he’s ever tasted. The way he whispers in your ear how much you mean to him as he thrusts into you at night, assuring you that he’ll never love another the way he loves you. Your face flushes with heat. 

The door of your apartment beeps before hissing open, and you’re jerked from your thoughts as you whirl to see that familiar silhouette standing there. He pulls his helmet off, and despite the bags under his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders, he musters a smile that makes you melt. 

“Hey there, beautiful,” he rasps. 

“I hope he’s worth it.”

Your vision blurs with tears as your friend’s words echo in your mind once more, and a realization settles into place. 

He always will be. Whatever the future holds, I want him in it. And we’ll figure it out together.

You move to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His helmet falls to the floor with a clunk as his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. He smells like sweat and blaster smoke, and the feel of his mouth against yours is intoxicating in the best way. You shudder in his grasp.

“Everything alright?” he asks, despite looking dead on his feet. 

You cradle his face, pressing your forehead to his as you huff out a laugh. 

“Never better.”

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Hi god it's me again requesting for the event with Fyodor, Reader who has no ability BUT BUT BUTTT they're an inventor much like vill-v, maybe also apart of the decay of angels? I love this event sm rhhehehehe

Paired with the quote:

"The radiance has graced the whole land."

A/N: I'm really sorry but I don't write no abillity reader's, so I'll make reader's abillity to be able to split her mind into different persona's. Also I'm really happy that you enjoy this event! Hope you enjoy it.

You were so strange, fyodor always thought when he saw "you".

Tye reason that you are so strange is because you splite your self into persona's, each having different emotions. You made exactly 7 personalities.

There are Y/N, the great inventor Y/N, the scholar Y/N, The Destroyer Y/N, The master Y/N, KA-123, And the "Original" Y/N which hasn't been seen ever since she joined the decay of angels.

Y/N and the great inventor Y/N are very energetic, much like nikolai. The destroyer Y/N is quiet and reserved, like Bram and sigma. The master Y/N is a mastermind, and a leader, like fukuchi and fyodor. KA-124 is the one sent out on missions the most, she is a prodigy. She is rumoured to be the "Original's" favourite.

And the Original....No one knows anything about her.

Fyodor was plotting against his enemies, as usual.

Until the two people he hated the most in the whole of the DOA came in. Nikolai and Y/N, it seemed like it was The great inventor had taken over the body, God you can't get rid of those two.

"Guess what Fedya! We are going on a mission, all the three of us...TOGETHER!!!"

Nikolai was too exited, jumping around. He didn't have time to speak.

Y/N could speak, but she was equally exited.

"Shut it, Great inventor, the rest of us are trying to sleep!" A deeper voice came out of Y/N's mouth.

"Ugh...sorry, master Y/N!"

Ah...it was one of her personalities, The Master Y/N.

"I've made a whole lot of new weapons and ways to trick the enemy, I'm sure it will go well!" The great inventor Y/N said confidently.

Fyodor got up from his chair, and went besides the two other people in the room.

"Let's go then, we don't wanna be late."

*time skip*

"Wow! The radiance has graced the whole land!"

"Mhm." Fyodor simply responded to you, admiring your energy.

"Well, Y/N, you go at the highest floor, be prepared, Nikolai will face the enemy, and I will stay here, planning our next move."

"Aye aye Captain!" Nikolai and Y/N yelled said in union.

Y/N crouched as she...jumped really, high, straight to the tallest floor.

"Alright! I will get KA-123 out." She muttered under her breath, as she started losing controlled for her body.

"I'm ready. I've gotten all the weapons out." KA-123 said, knowing that her voice was loud enough for both of them to hear.

Nikolai went over to meet the enemy, teleporting, so that he wouldn't waste time walking there.

*time skip to when the mission is over*

Y/N jumped down from the ceiling as she landed on the ground perfectly.

"Great Job, Comrades, I'm glad we finished this mission so smoothly!" She said...

But wait...a Y/N or the great inventor Y/N, with their energetic personality, it didn't sound like The Destroyer Y/N, who wouldn't even talk, it isn't The Master Y/N, who would tell them they can do an even better job, it wasn't KA-123 who would congratulate them with no emotions...

It was the Original Herself! She's got so used to them that she decided to show her true self.

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A quick excerpt from heir of the eternal king! I was thinking that trying to share a quote every couple of days or so might help motivate me to keep writing, but who knows?

So, have a conversation between Lar and his brother Faris. Transcript below the cut!

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“The airship will be docking at Elaris in a few hours,” he said, “We’ve opted against making your landing public because frankly, you look like shit.”

Lar couldn’t argue with that. He was caked in dirt and blood, his shirt torn from where the beast’s talon had slashed at him. It wasn’t exactly a regal look, “Sorry. I didn’t really have time to clean up, what with getting knocked out and kidnapped and all.”

His brother ignored him, “There will be a dinner tonight, where you’ll be reintroduced to the court and it is vital that you do not make a fool of yourself. Use your manners. Pretend you want to be there. If anyone asks where you’ve been for the past few years, try to make it sound like you haven’t been wasting your time.

“Has anyone gotten their face eaten by a monster lately?”

Faris blinked, “I’m sorry?”

“Or any beast attack, really. How many have there been?”

“Well, none–“

“Then clearly, I haven’t been wasting my time,” Lar said, “I was captain of the Eleventh Outpost, that has to count for something. Besides, you said only I could become the Emperor. How picky can these nobles be?”

“You’d be surprised,” Faris muttered.