this is the part that kills me the most he's just

I can’t even begin to explain how shitty this is????????????????

Also I just can’t see this show going forward from here…michael was such an intrinsic part of the show.

Like…They’re actually going to put Jane and Raf back together, it’s CLEAR that that’s happening. Which is just? So incredibly frustrating

Why save him at all? It’s not like he’s had a huge storyline this season (most of it has been recovery centered which is now. Well.) It feels like they brought him back solely for Jane to lose her virginity to him, as if that would “throw a bone” to this side of the fandom so they could then get on with Raf and Jane. I’m.

They skipped three years so they don’t even have to address the grief. Like. If you’re going to kill a character you should at least properly deal with the ramifications of that I’m sorry.

Bringing back the abusive af rose and Luisa relationship? I’m so tired. I mean I saw it coming but. Honestly what made this show good was the balance between the jane plot and the drug ring plot, and a large part of that had to do with Michael. Both in being with Jane and spearheading the detective aspect. Sin rostro was michaels case. He sacrificed so much for it. He was supposed to be the one to solve it. He was supposed to be the one to finish it. Are we just done completely with the police stuff now? I loved that part of the show and have missed it this season, even with Michael still there.

They didn’t even giving him a good death scene. I get that that’s how life works but really? A throwaway scene in the last minutes of the episode? After everything?

No more Rogelio and Michael

No more Mateo and Michael (or baby Mateo in general which is :( )

No more jane and Michael

And most significantly…Just no more michael.

I’m angry and upset and I realize a lot of that has to do with yes, half of my otp and one of my favorite characters dying. But also the more I process the more I become aware of how sloppy this was written and planned and that’s equally upsetting to me.

anonymous asked:

No but just imagine a six of crows musical....Kaz with slow raspy songs and all the dregs singing while fighting... and I just need this in my life

I’m…I hate this. It’s killing me. The first thing I thought of was that scene in ck when he returns to the slat because it’s one of the most dramatic scenes. There’s a part where Per Haskell says “you ignorant little skiv! waltzing in here like some merch at his manor.”

And now I can’t stop picturing it being in a literal sense, like if it was a musical what if Kaz danced in and the two of them sang their arguments at each other. Just imagine how intense the music would be for that fight scene, and the choreography omg. 

My Favorite Stydia Scenes

Because @argyledpenguin asked and also they were making me emotional. This isn’t remotely all of them, just the ones that make me the most emotional. Enjoy!

Bonus: Lydia remembering that she loves Stiles/the kiss

Part one Part two Part three

and for a more comprehensive experience, here is a link to Lydia’s romantic journey. 

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LOL JK none of this should work! Your slayer is malfunctioning because he should be dead anyway and he’s at least part demon. You’re fighting mother nature and some serious black magic so unless you can spontaneously employ some “love is the most powerful magic” nonsense, it’s doubtful you can help him. Too bad, so sad. Mwahahahaha!

Edit: PART 2 now available 

Anyway this is a combo of ideas I thought of and ones I saw online. Anyone have other heating methods that are also more effective than naked Lucy? Do any of these have crippling plausibility flaws?  

Do not alter or repost. Characters belong to Hiro Mashima. Fanart by ChoicesChoices.

(So basically help me I’m going nuts. I mean I just drew EIGHT people piled up under a blanket. Three of them are unconscious. Creepy. Also yes I realize Gray woke up right before this but hey. Maybe I should have had him considering if it’s too dishonorable to kill Natsu while he’s defenseless? Oh dear…made myself sad…)

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LISTEN…. i love everything about this dialog but the part that absolutely blew my mind was just… tony wondering if ultron can still be good…… listen to me…. this is something i miss so much in both the mcu and most comics nowadays…. my son… the guy who would hire ex-convicts without looking at their records at all… the guy who would wax lyrical about the value of second chances with minimal prompting… the guy who was manipulated by villains multiple times exactly because he was so intense about Believing That People Can Get Better… the guy who fell in love with villains multiple times…. the guy who refused to kill based on the premise that everyone deserves a chance to turn themselves around… the guy who looked at the system that fostered a crime instead of condemning the criminal…. the guy who hasn’t given up on you even after you gave up on yourself… listen……. LISTEN….. MY SON……..

P L U S that delicious contextual layer of ULTRON HAS HIS BRAINWAVES SO REALLY TONY’S WORRIES ALSO TIE BACK TO THE HOPES HE HAS FOR HIMSELF AND HIS SELF-IMAGE and anyway this event is 739283629x better than the actual movie it’s based on lmao

I’m pretty sure the most painful part of Logan...

was when Logan found Charles there dying with the wound in his chest, and just kept saying “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.” Like he was scared that Charles, in his state, wouldn’t recognize the difference between him and the clone and didn’t want Charles to die thinking that he had killed him. 

Aaaannnddd now I’m crying again. 

I’m a little tired of discussing the Martha scene, but somebody always says something that refreshes my feelings on the matter and makes me analyse scene anew.

Bruce was so lost in his rage, and the only thing that slowed him was hearing his mother’s name. If I need to explain why that name was said and why it affected him one more fucking time, I will scream. So I’m not going to.

What I will reiterate is this - He was absolutely still going to kill Clark. Even when Lois was holding Clark, he still drew back that spear for the killing blow. But as he does that, watch his eyes. They drift to Lois, they’re barely focused, but then they do focus and the fog of rage just blows away, leaving only confusion and shame. It’s the most subtle, nuanced and incredible part of Ben’s performance and it was met with ridicule. That’s fucking sickening. Honestly, how did anybody watch that and not see how each and every line and scene direction built up and dovetailed to the next? I know I’ve waxed lyrical in my rage over people not paying attention, I’ve been doing it since the backlash of Man of Steel, but come on, people, how did you not see what was right there in front of you?

There are subtleties and subtextual themes throughout Batman V Superman, the movie is rich with them, but it’s fair to say that none of those subtle details and hidden messages were integral to following the plot, they just made the plot more sumptuous. And certain details were as clear as day, right there on screen. So where were people looking?

I will defend this movie forever, especially the Martha scene. Because it worked. It didn’t need explaining if you were actually paying attention.

I read an article the other day about this movie fast becoming a cult icon, that’s already gaining more and more fans and more love, and I looked into the comments and saw the haters dwindling, just chanting the same old tired arguments. And then I saw people admitting that the film had grown on them, or admitting that they hadn’t really noticed a lot of elements the first time around, and it filled me with joy.

Maybe there is hope for people, after all.

freckles

Pairing: dean x reader Word count: 1,347 Warnings: language? Fluff? Author: @senselesssamii

I’ve known Dean Winchester my whole life. I’ve watched him take down countless monsters single handedly. Watched him drink, anyone that would challenge him, under the table. Watched him hustle drunk after drunk out of their money,at pool and poker. I’ve seen him patch Sammy and I up like it was nothing. But the part of him that mesmerizes me the most, was his freckles. He didn’t have them his entire life though.

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Aw, I just love but hate this conversation between Iris and Edgeworth.
This is just so unfair, notice how much Edgeworth knows Phoenix deeply to understand when he acts oddly.
He cares so damn much about Phoenix that he even tries to fix the relationship between Iris and Phoenix, and he even ignores his own feelings for that, because yeah, he really cares about Phoenix’s happiness and he knows deep down something is happening inside his heart.
Edgeworth’s feelings don’t matter right now, he never thought he had a chance to start with. He never thought he would be worthy after all.
He even says before chartering the jet that he didn’t expect things to change anyway. This hurts so much, Edgeworth’s loneliness is an intrinsic part of his life and he accepts the most painful proof of love and loyalty.
He acts all cold and cool, but inside this really hurts him. It hurts seeing that the only person that has ever cared about him (besides Gumshoe, of course) is currently interested in another girl.
I know Phoenix ignores Iris in the end, but until there, I wonder how much Phoenix’s and Miles’ feelings were hurt during this incident.

Look here, Sam, dear lad,“ said Frodo: "I am tired, weary, I haven’t a hope left. But I have to go on trying to get to the Mountain, as long as I can move. The Ring is enough. This extra weight is killing me. It must go. But don’t think I’m ungrateful. I hate to think of the foul work you must have had among the bodies to it for me.”
— 

The Return of The King, The Land of Shadow, p.1201

In which Frodo shows his priorities once more - he’s almost overcome by the ring, the most corruptive power in Middle Earth, but he still makes it a point to be polite and kind, and considerate of Sam’s feelings.

The Impala

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

Dean’s car, it’s a thing of beauty. He loves this car, it’s the most important object in his life. It’s sleek black lines, it’s timeless elegance, it’s all part of the appeal. The rumble of that V8 engine as it rolls down the road is a sound that you feel deep in your soul.

His ‘67 Chevy Impala is eighteen feet of awesomeness. Quite simply, it’s badass. It’s got a 502-cubic-inch big-blog on Hotchkiss performance suspension.

Not that I know what any of that means. I just know that Dean uses those words to describe his baby in a tone usually reserved for one’s lover. I could listen to him wax poetic about his car any day. It’s downright sexy, the way he worships that car.

More than that, the car is a symbol to Dean. It’s part of the family, part of his childhood. From the plastic green army men jammed into the ashtray to the Lego shoved down the front vents, it’s a chronicle, a timeline of Dean and Sam’s journey. From childhood to present day.

It’s been destroyed before, it’s been rebuilt before. It can be rebuilt again.

I just have to figure out how I’m going to tell him I wrecked it.

Ok but hear me out. When Jon is preparing to leave the Wall in BotS he says “They killed me Edd, my own brothers!” Which made me remember a big part of why Jon wanted to join the Night’s Watch was that he wanted to be part of something, an equal member of something, which was a feeling he never truly got in Winterfell where he was always the outsider no matter that most of his siblings and his father loved him with all their hearts.

But after dedicating his life to the NW and truly doing what he thought was best, he’s been betrayed by his “brothers” in the worst possible way. And now he can’t stand to be at the Wall another minute. These people aren’t his brothers. He doesn’t belong here. 

So now we have Jon once again feeling like he doesn’t have a place in the world, he doesn’t have a family or a place to call home. He doesn’t really have a plan for where to go beyond “South”, or what to do with his life besides “get warm.”

Literally two seconds later, Sansa comes back into his life and suddenly he has a purpose again. And more then that he finally has a family - a true family - and together they take back their home.

Sansa gives him everything he’s been looking for - a true family, and a true home. And she makes it even sweeter by repeatedly telling him and showing him that she thinks of him as a true Stark, which is literally all this child has ever wanted. He’s even named King in the North! 

He finally knows where he’s meant to be. He finally has a place where he truly belongs. And it’s because of Sansa.

And I think that’s beautiful. 

And this is why the spoilers annoy the hell out of me because wtf Jon you just got home and this is where you belong and you’re just LEAVING?! 


Okay, guys.
I’ve got a rant for you.

Can we just take a minute to talk about how heart breaking Huedhaut’s entire story is? I don’t just mean his own route, oh no, I mean in every single route he appears in the Star Crossed Myth world. This navy-haired, kind soul has got me in pieces with every single scene he is in.

And yes, there are spoilers ahead.
You have been warned.

First of all, can you even imagine, for just a moment, the person you loved so deeply sacrifices themselves and leaves you behind? Can you even fathom that kind of pain? Especially for an eternal being, like Huedhaut? And not just that, but killing a part of yourself to save that person’s soul? I can’t even comprehend the agony of watching your lover die and not being able to convince them to live for you.

Just this point is enough to make Huedhaut one of the most tragic characters to ever come out of Voltage Inc.

However, I am not finished yet.

The very reason for this rant is simply the fact that while Heudhaut is the sole reason the goddess is even alive as a human, she is able to choose another God to save and to love.

But here’s the kicker, it’s not just any God she can choose…

She chooses from Huedhaut’s colleagues.

Can you even imagine? Saving the woman you love, and finding out she holds the key to save your own soul, only to be passed over for another man? One of your coworkers, your colleagues, your makeshift friends?

And even when he is passed over, unless you are like myself and had an immediate attraction, in every route…In Every. Single. Route. Hue is her supporter, her secondary protector, her shoulder to cry on, her friend. He never, ever tries to tell her of her past life to sway her to be with him. He keeps it and suffers in silence. This is how I know Huedhaut truly loves the goddess.

And it completely shatters me. Every. Time.

Huedhaut is the only character in any Voltage Inc. game I have played, who I believe truly loves the MC because he is willing to let her make her own choices, even if he knows that choice doesn’t include him. He would gladly step aside to make sure she was happy.

Hue is the most beautiful, kind, wonderful, loyal, selfless character I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

He will forever trump all other Voltage men.

Day #24 – Favorite Jamie Scene (25 Days of Outlander)

No, I still cannot make decisions (just wait for tomorrow). Sam was able to really bring Jamie through a slow journey of healing that was really fantastic. In the midst of a lot of plots, he knows his Jamie. Watching eps 1 and 13 and the difference in Jamie’s posture, let alone the rest, is astounding. Red Jamie FTW! He reached that pinnacle of the sacrifice he was going to have to do, for which he had been preparing and his full dedication to Claire is the best… I want Sam to tear my heart out in season 3! Merry Christmas Eve avec Samwise!

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There was this place inside me I a place I think everyone has that they keep to themselves. A fortress Where the most private part of you lives.
Maybe it’s your soul, the bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.
But after Wentworth, it was like my fortress had been blown apart.
The thing that once lived there was suddenly exposed, out in the open, without shelter, without That’s where I’ve been ever since, Claire.
Naked.
Alone.
Trying to hide under a blade of grass.

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I see. And now you claim your debt.
I can’t make you see reason any other way.
Jesus. God, Claire.

You’d stop me taking vengeance on the man that made me play his whore The man that lived in my nightmares and in our bed Who almost drove me to take my own life. I’m a man of honor. I pay my debts. So tell me now, is that what you’re asking of me? To pay you with the life of Black Jack Randall? Yes. A year. Not one day more.
Do not touch me.

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Go ahead. Try to ravish my wife. And after she’s done with ye, I’ll send in the maid to sweep up yer remains.

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We canna continue with this carelessness Not from anyone. That includes me.

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If it’s words of comfort ye’re looking for, I’ve none to give. In Paris, I almost lost my marriage trying to stop all of this from happening. I failed.
We. We failed.
If there’s any solace, I feel much the same way you do.
Aye. It is.

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God shield my beloved, my white dove. And the child that she may bear. Preserve her from violence and from harm. In this place and every place, on this night and on every night. 

            PRISON BREAK STARTERS, PT. 1. ( ep. 1 - 11 )
           /  death, murder, gore.

‘ you’re telling me you’re gonna walk outta here and i’m never gonna see it again? ’
‘ i don’t have a few years. wish to hell i did. ’
‘ i didn’t want you to come. go home. i didn’t want you to see this. ’
‘ you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ’
‘ he just rolled over. he didn’t put up a fight. ’
‘ i didn’t kill that man. ’
‘ i believe in being part of the solution. not the problem. ’
‘ i’ve got news for you. “trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls. ’
‘ you spooked her. ’
‘ you’ve got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. ’
‘ you two have the most dysfunctional idea of love i’ve ever seen. ’
‘ i will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. not by you, not by anybody. ’
‘ in a month’s time, i’ll be dead. ’
‘ you’re already dead to me. ’
‘ you’ve been checking up on me. ’
‘ i’m an anchor. all i’ll do is drag them down with me. ’
‘ getting outside these walls is just the beginning. ’
‘ you’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ’
‘ you’re one hell of a strategist. ’
‘ he may run this place during the day, but i run it during the night. ’
‘ you don’t gotta look for trouble. it finds you. ’
‘ the man’s a five-time felon. he had no credibility. ’
‘ my whole life has always been crazy and noisy. ’
‘ if he testifies, a lot of people are going down. including me. ’
‘ we’ve known each other a long time… it would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. ’
‘ you want me to fight, i’ll fight. ’
‘ all i need is a weapon. ’
‘ i got a good mind to slash you open right now. ’
‘ your luck just ran out. you chose the wrong side. ’
‘ i never pulled the trigger. that guy was already dead. ’
‘ you’re a dead man! do you hear me? you’re a dead man! ’
‘ they’re gonna kill your boy like they killed mine. ’
‘ do what you need to do to make this go away. ’
‘ if i give you that information, i’m a dead man. ’
‘ do’t make me lie to you. please. ’
‘ you kill him, you kill our ticket out of here. ’
‘ if you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you’d let her live her life. ’
‘ i’m looking to do some damage. i want to do it slow  —  inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he’d die, and get it over with, but just can’t quite get there… ’
‘ you’re one sick puppy, you know that? ’
‘ i figured i could play their game and watch him die, or take matters into my
own hands. ’
‘ the world would be better without him. ’
‘ why would i want anyone to watch me die? ’
‘ i know you’re scared. i am too. but please put the gun down. ’
‘ i had to see if you could keep a secret. ’
‘ you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this. ’
‘ we could cut off all his limbs. he still wouldn’t talk. ’
‘ don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. ’
‘ you renege now and i’m gonna cut you. so you better take care of your business, or i will take care of you. ’
‘ has he threatened you? ’
‘ he deserves punishment as much as the rest of these guys. ’
‘ you know you’re gonna get killed in here, right? if you’re not careful. ’
‘ if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out. ’
‘ you’re up against much bigger fish than me. ’
‘ i’d made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have. hope. and now that’s gonna be taken away. ’
‘ not even a week here and you’re working it like an old con. ’
‘ i have a little unfinished work to take care of. ’
‘ i abandoned him a long time ago. ’
‘ we’re pissing someone off. when people start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm. ’
‘ i think it’s time we stopped beating around the bush and go after the damn bush. ’
‘ the chair isn’t the only way to take a man’s life in prison. ’
‘ there’s three things for certain in life  —  death, taxes and count. ’
‘ you probably heard stories about me. they’re not all true. ’
‘ i told you not to apologise. it makes you look weak. ’
‘ i ain’t messing with no diablo. ’
‘ i got enough enemies already. ’
‘ i’m not gonna hurt nobody. i’m a part of the team now. ’
‘ i’m gonna be very clear here, because you and i face an evolutionary gap. you ain’t gonna hurt this man. ’
‘ just don’t make a scene, okay? he gets very uncomfortable with this thing. ’
‘ if you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job. ’
‘ he’s a good guy but he doesn’t understand that you gotta grab the situation by the gonads and take control. ’
‘ you ask too many questions. ’
‘ i’m gonna take care of him myself. ’
‘ you’re not gonna kill him. ’
‘ just have a little faith. ’
‘ we’ve gotta get him on board. ’
‘ how is this okay? someone just tried to kill us! ’
‘ i hope you don’t feel like you owe me anything. ’
‘ i didn’t touch the murder weapon. ’
‘ i am not a stalker. ’
‘ he doesn’t fit the profile. ’
‘ if you go out there, they’ll gun you down. ’
‘ i imagine heads would’ve rolled if he hadn’t been caught. ’
‘ this is a matter for the police. ’
‘ i turned my back on him because i didn’t wanna make waves. it was just easier to look the other way. ’
‘ i used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory whacko. turns out maybe he was right. ’
‘ what they’re saying about me  —  it’s not true. ’
‘ they killed her. right in front of me. right in front of my eyes. ’
‘ people have killed for a lot less. ’
‘ if you think you’re getting up in this, you’ve got another thing coming. ’
‘ we have to do it in order to keep our sanity. ’
‘ it’s in my nature to want to help. ’
‘ you and i may be stuck together in this little dance, but i call the shots. ’
‘ i’m kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven’t noticed. ’
‘ i need to get out. right now. while i’ve still got my life. ’
‘ if i come all the way out there and this turns out to be a waste of my time, i’m gonna castrate you. ’
‘ you gotta hand the reins over to me now so that i can save your ass. ’
‘ before you pull the trigger, look that son of a bitch in the eyes and tell him i said goodbye. ’
‘ i don’t like getting attached to things if i know they won’t last. ’
‘ i think there’s cynicism and there’s realism. ’
‘ i tell you all about me and you don’t tell me you’re married? ’
‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’
‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’
‘ that’s prison, yo. ’
‘ if you try and swing that piece of lumber at me, it’s gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket. ’
‘ i need you to steal something back that was stolen from me. ’
‘ you’re telling me i have to wait until she dies before i see her? ’
‘ you dragged these people into this knowing that you had no clue how to get them out. ’
‘ their deaths are on your head. you made this mess. nobody else. you. ’
‘ the questions you have about me… there are answers. ’
‘ we’ve got too many people. one of them has to go. ’

One of the things that makes me most sad is that I came into this show because of Aaron and besides the drugs, Aaron really hasn’t done anything wrong and I should still want him to be good and happy and everything. But the thing is, they made me care about Robert too. Back in the lodge days, I honestly wasn’t sure he could feel real feelings but they made him change and grow and they made me care about him and want good things for him. And they made him into someone that I wanted Aaron to be with because they made each other better. So while I still want Aaron to be happy, I want him to be happy with the Robert they gave us until yesterday part 2. And I can’t have that, cause they killed him and don’t seem to have any intention of fixing him in any kind is satisfying way right now and that just makes me sad and empty and numb.

You know, if Leonard Snart is going to visit Mick in “The Chicago Way” and presumably try to talk him into eloping joining back up with him (possibly as part of the Legion, possibly not) - I don’t really see how they could credibly make Rory say no.

Sure, he’s friendly with most of the team, but it also seems pretty clear to me that he feels out of place, feels lost (hell, he only just stopped trying to turn Ray of all people into a replacement Len). At this point, unless Snart wants to kill all the legends before they go (which really doesn’t seem like a thing Len would do), I don’t see why Mick wouldn’t go with him, you know?

(Also, it’s the mid-season finale - Rory leaving with Snart makes a nice cliffhanger and US tv is far too fond of cliffhangers. Just saying.)

Okay, so I’m, like, really suuuuuuper late to the party but I finally got to see “Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice” (Ultimate Edition) tonight and something that honestly surprised me was how well I thought Ben Affleck handled playing Bruce/Batman.

He definitely had the bulk and size the part called for…

Originally posted by thearkhampunisher

…but I wasn’t expecting him to hit all of the right emotions.

Originally posted by yesthebatmanme

Originally posted by yesthebatmanme

Originally posted by batmanreblogs

And, yeah, then there was this, too. I’m shallow, what can I say? ;)

Originally posted by iwannakarnezi

I knew I’d love Henry Cavill because, well, I already love his Clark/Superman…

Originally posted by manculture

Originally posted by oceano-de-caos

Originally posted by blogqueenofhearts

…but Ben surprised me by holding his own. Which was a hard sell because, like, 97% of the movie is him trying to KILL my beloved Clark/Supes, so I was fully prepared to curl my lip at him through most of the movie. ;) The fact that I could still feel for him, even at the times when I was thinking, “Bruce, c’mon, man! Don’t be a jerk!” definitely says a lot!

So, yay! Well done! \o/

Originally posted by kryptoniteclois

Lorcan

Despite popular belief, Lorcan loved Rowan in that brotherly way. They fought together for most of their immortal life, he taught Rowan everything he knows and they served Maeve together. I think Lorcan was hella salty when Rowan left Mistward and took the blood oath to Aelin because he thought he would have that Rowan with him for the rest of his immortal life. He didn’t tattle on Rowan as well when the cadre came to help in Heir of Fire, he took the punishment so Rowan wouldn’t have to suffer, then he kept it a secret because he didn’t want Rowan to feel guilty. When Aelin was taken by Maeve in Empire of Storms and knew for sure they were mates and Rowan said that she was his wife as well, I think that killed him inside. It killed him to know that Rowan lost his mate, his wife, AGAIN. Lorcan didn’t want to see Rowan in pain like when LYRIA died.
Lorcan never hated Rowan, some part of me feels like he was just jealous and upset that his brother left him.

Do Me Slowly - Part 2

You can find Part 1 here.

Pairing: Reader / Bucky

Summary: Reader has been hired to work as part of the medical staff for the Avengers. She gets assigned perhaps the most difficult patient in existence when James Buchanan Barnes comes bleeding into her office. Now, she just has to decide whether she wants to kill him or do him. Maybe both.

Warning: Cursing; no sexytimes yet, but soon.

Note: If you want to be tagged or anything, let me know? Enjoy!


My appointment of the day hadn’t shown up.

He hadn’t shown up at 2, like he was supposed to. Nor at 2:15 or 2:30 or 2:45 or 3.

It was 4:07pm now and I was staring at a finished progress note and the empty desk space where I kept the paperwork I had to get done for the day.

Done. All done.

I groaned.

I could let it be, write it off as the patient’s—well, client—lack of cooperation and consider my work done. Legally, I would be safe.

Ethically, not so much.

I rummaged for one of the Hershey’s kisses I kept in a drawer in case of emergency situations. Obviously, this was one. With my other hand, I dialed the Chief Doctor’s extensions.

His secretary picked up, of course, because getting the Chief was almost harder that getting my patient to comply.

“This is Chief Lee’s office,” the secretary’s voice came over the speaker. “Good afternoon, Six.”

That’s Dr. Six to you. If they couldn’t be bothered to learn my name, they could at least keep my title.

“Evan,” I said, and took a slight satisfaction in his offended scoff. “I need to speak to the Chief.”

“He’s busy.”

“With what?”

“That’s confidential.”

I bristled. Confidential for a mere six down the chain, I assumed. I’m sure if Drs. Two or Three had called, they would have been put through.

“I have an important matter to discuss with the Chief.”

“Why don’t you tell me instead? Maybe I can help with your little problem.”

My little problem.

Anger settled on my skin like cold air and I felt myself straightened.

“I’ll handle it myself,” I said. Even, calm. “Let the Chief know you wouldn’t put me through.”

I hung up before he could reply.

I would solve my little problems on my own.


The Avengers Tower was a massive labyrinthian beast. Fifty-nine floors, as far as I was allowed to know, each boasting about a million scanners with different clearing settings.

Maybe not literally a million, but it sure felt like it.

Going up and down the elevator alone was a hassle almost too hard to overcome. By the time I stepped into the living quarters the superhumans housed, I was ready to go back up. I popped the Hershey’s I’d brought for the ride in my mouth and scanned my ID one last time. (Hopefully. Not likely.)

The room was empty.

“Good afternoon? This is Dr. Six.”

Not a peep to be heard.

“Dr. Six,” the voice was instantly next to me and I shook with the force of not jumping out of my actual skin. “Is there anything with which I can assist you?”

Fucking hell. I turned to Vision with what I hoped was my most professional face.

“Good afternoon, Vision.” Ok, good. Calm. “I’m looking for Mr. Barnes.”

I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me or through me, but either way I wasn’t too comfortable. I could not remember any other time I had interacted with this particular Avenger—he didn’t really get the kind of wound I could fix and, even if he did, I was too low-level to be the one dealing with it.

I am too low-level for most agents, which should have kept me out of my current situation to begin with.

“Mr. Barnes is in the south gym, I believe.”

That motherfucking bastard.

“Thank you.”

I didn’t have any superpowers, but I could have punched through a wall just now. In the gym. Probably doing some stupid extraneous exercise and opening all his carefully-stitched wounds.

It took more elevator riding, several ID scans, and more fuming than was good for my heart before I finally saw the invincible Winter Soldier (according to himself, I was sure). He sat at a one of those horizontal leg press machines, sweating through his gray shirt and probably his bandages as well.

I straightened my white coat.

“Mr. Barnes.”

I could tell by the muscle jumping at his jaw that he’d heard me. I could also tell he was set to ignore me. This was my Pediatrics rotation all over again.

I made my way to his machine, nodding at Clint Barton before he broke his neck turning at what was happening. Nothing. Just a doctor dealing with a child.

“Mr. Barnes,” I repeated. He ignored me as expected. “You missed your appointment today, but don’t worry because I came to you instead.”

Maybe he’d gone deaf as well as daft.

It took one press of a button to change the settings of the machine from heavy to no weight and the sudden loss of resistance almost sent him out of his seat.

He did look at me then.

“What do you want?”

Better patients. More chocolate.

“To do your follow-up.”

“I’m fine.” He went to change the settings again and I reached out for his wrist.

I was pretty sure he’d stopped more out of shock than because I had the necessary physical strength to stop him.

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” I said, removing my hand before he decided to relieve me of it. “It won’t take long.”

He stared at me and then at the ceiling, as if he were asking the heavens what to do with me. Funny, because I was doing the same thing.

Finally, he opened his mouth even though no sound came out, closed it. Then: “Fine.”

His compliance was so unexpected, I didn’t even know how to answer for a second.

“Great. Excellent. Let’s go to my office.”

“That alone will take forever. Do it here.” He gestured at himself, as if he thought a follow-up appointment entailed a full body scan.

I glanced back at Mr. Barton. “That’s a confidentiality breach.”

His eyes followed my gaze before coming back to me. He really did have the most beautiful eyes to go with that horrendous personality.

“Consider this my consent to breach.” His mouth went up in something that was almost a smile.

What a headache.

I could see pushing it would get me nowhere—it was a miracle he’d even agreed to let me see him. I pulled the disposable gloves I’d brought with me out of my coat pocket.

“Please roll up your pant leg.”

He did so without protest, but with raised eyebrows in the direction of Mr. Barton.

The bandage there was clean and new, which was a relief. I unstuck the tape with care to keep the skin from pulling, only enough so I could look at the wound. There was a little blood on the underside of the gauze, probably from the exercise, but the skin was not hot or tender to touch. At least it wasn’t infected.

“I didn’t bring supplies with me”—because I thought we’d be going back to my office like reasonable people—“so you’ll need to change this yourself again. Have you been putting on the bacitracin?”

“Yes.”

I smiled a little. At least he wasn’t a complete idiot.

“Okay. Now your shirt.”

The cuts on his chest and arm were much less deep, and the one in his abdomen was already healing nicely. Not really a surprise, considering some of the stuff these people could do, but still.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets gangrene.

I put back the gauze on the last wound and pressed the tape back down as well as I could.

“I don’t think you should have a problem if you continue with the bacitracin. Try to keep them without the gauze when you’re not wearing clothes.” Well, that had come out extremely weird. He gave me a look like he wasn’t sure if I’d meant it the way it’d sounded. Oh, God. “I mean, when they won’t be too exposed to contaminants. Also, I’d like you to stop exercising for a couple of days.”

“No,” he said, before casually pulling on his shirt.

Well.

“I don’t think you understand how severe it would be if the stitches on your leg come undone.”

“Then you’ll put them in again.” He blinked extremely slowly, and I had the distinct impression that I was missing his meaning altogether.

“That’ll cause more damage. If you just rest—”

“I said no. You can write me as uncooperative or whatever you want.”

Oh, I for sure was.

I slipped off my gloves and bunched them in one hand. Do no harm, (Y/N). Do no harm. You swore on that.

“Very well,” I hissed. “I’m also adding a recommendation to see one of our Psychiatrist.”

He was full-on frowning now. I was very glad laser vision didn’t fall under his repertoire, even if he didn’t need that at all to kill me.

“Why?”

“I saw on your file that you don’t see anyone regularly and I think you should.”

“There’s apps for that now, I’m told.” Face complete serious, deadpan, no a crease of a smile anywhere.

Had that been… a dating joke?

Sweet mercy.

“The recommendation will be put in. Good luck, Mr. Barnes.”

I didn’t think he expected me to walk away after that. I didn’t think he expected me to keep going after he called me back.

I gave Mr. Barton another nod before I left. He’d stopped his treadmill altogether.


The problem with a lull in missions was the boredom. I mean, more specifically, the paperwork. But mostly the paperwork-induced boredom.

When I applied to med school, no one told me 75% of my job would be sitting on my ass doing form after form after form. Yet here I was.

I sighed almost at the same time my office phone started to ring. I pressed on Line 1 and a blank screen materialized, no video, just audio.

“Hello. Is this Medical Doctor Six?” A female voice came over the speaker.

“Yes. Who’s speaking?”

“Oh, hi. This is Dr. Patel, I’m calling on behalf of a patient you referred.”

This could only end in disaster.

“Did he not show up?”

There was a pause on the line. “Well, he did. In fact, he’s here right now. He’s refusing to speak unless I give him psychiatric clearance, which of course I can’t do under the circumstances.”

Son of a raccoon.

“He is…difficult.” Obstinate. The worst.

“Yes, I see.” Another pause. Then, quieter: “I apologize in advance, but I’m new here and I don’t want to make a mess on my first month. Is there any way you could help?”

Say no. Say no. Say no. Say no.

Maybe she meant help with murdering him.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, ah, how much do you remember of psychiatric interviews.”

I wished I’d changed my shoes before coming to Dr. Patel’s office. The heels looked nice with my pencil skirt, but didn’t do much for stable stances in front of a displeased James Barnes.

I gave him my most disappointed look while Dr. Patel looked on with what I could only describe as fear.

“Why did you come if you aren’t even going to cooperate?”

“Because someone,” I was pretty sure he had to bite back a growl. “Someone put it on my record that I needed to see a Psychiatrist, and now I’m declared Unfit For Duty until she,” he nodded at Dr. Patel like one might nod at an insect, “says otherwise.”

Oh, shit.

“All the more reason to actually cooperate, Mr. Barnes.”

He was white-knuckled holding to the plush chair, and the wood underneath under the force of his metal arm.

“I’m not going to sit here and talk about my past, there’s nothing there I want to bring back up.”

I tilted my head. Had this man not had a Psych briefing before? Surely…

Dr. Patel piped in from behind me, “Would either of you like some tea?”

“No,” he said. Dr. Patel whimpered in response.

“Yes, please,” I said.

“Ok!” She hightailed out of her own office like Mr. Barnes was nuclear.

I mean, he might be.

I took Dr. Patel’s seat, tucking my skirt neatly under me before focusing on Mr. Barnes. His eyes had never left me. Those eyes.

“Why are you being difficult?”

“I’m being difficult? You strong-armed me into this.” He leaned forward so fast I thought he would stand, but he ended up resting his arms on his legs and keeping on with his frowning. “I don’t need this.”

“It’s just a mental health check. It’s no different than the follow up two days ago.”

Unless he really was unfit for duty, but I didn’t mention that.

“I didn’t want that follow up either.”

Peachy.

“Mr. Barnes, as I understand you have gone through considerable trauma, in your current missions and your past ones as an agent for HYDRA. Talking about this is healthy for you, it would help you unload.”

He did grunt this time. “I don’t want to talk. I want to be left alone. I’ve been perfectly fine without this.”

Perfectly fine was not how I’d put it. Ever.

I sighed. “Okay. Fine. How have you been feeling?”

The change in subject took him aback enough that the frown fell from his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, in general. Day-to-day. How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay.”

‘Okay’ wasn’t ‘fine’ and wasn’t ‘great’.

I stood up from my chair and went around the table separating us to sit on the chair next to his.

He stared at me like I’d grown another head. I gave him my most serene, trust-me-with-your-secrets expression.

“How do you usually spend your time?”

“I train.”

I gave his leg a pointed look to let him know that was the wrong answer, and was rewarded with a lift of the corner of his lips. Progress.

“What about when you aren’t training? What do you do?”

His gaze dropped to my lips before coming back to my eyes. What was that?

“I watch movies or go out, try to catch up.”

Catch up with life, I assumed he meant. Dear God.

“What’s the last movie you watched that you loved?”

He leaned back from me, probably after realizing he had been leaning forward.

“Is that going into my file? Is this some sort of psychoanalysis?”

Maybe.

“No. I was just curious.”

“Just curious,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

He stayed silent for a while in which we started a weird game of not blinking. It was easy for me, it was very easy to stare at those eyes and pretend there was something nice behind them. The problem was stopping.

“Star Wars.”

“What?” Oh, God. What had I asked before?

“The movies.”

“Oh, yes. Which of them?”

“All of them.”

That brought out a full smile for me. James Buchanan Barnes started looking for my third sprouting head.

“Am I—Um, I brought the tea.” Dr. Patel announced herself in, a cup of steaming tea in each hand. She placed one in front of me and one in front of Mr. Barnes.

“I didn’t want any,” he said, back to frowning.

“It, ah, calming.”

I almost laughed, but managed to keep it in. Poor, scared Dr. Patel and this hulking beast she had to deal with.

“Thank you, Dr. Patel. I’ve finished talking to Mr. Barnes.” I could feel his eyes on me as soon as I spoke the words. I cleared my throat. “You can clear him for duty,” I said. Something like an actual smile seemed to be forming on his face, but I kept going: “But I do want him to attend other sessions.”

What?”

Maybe I shouldn’t be so close to his metal arm.

“To talk about his current life,” I finished.

“I won’t do it.”

I turned to him, feeling the heat of the tea burning my finger where I was holding the cup.

“That’s your choice. I think you should.”

He glared at Dr. Patel then, who was looking like I’d just sentenced her entire family to the guillotine.

Not a bad analogy.

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A/N: Part 3 should be coming soon. More importantly, actual smut should be coming soon or I’d start feeling like a fake 😘 Let me know what you thought!