Shout out to Joe Nicolosi.
Shout out to Joe for taking risks.
Grimmons, Locus’ return, /that/ scene with Wash.
The reference to Grif’s OCD (the entire base being a mess before they left, and clean when Grif is by himself. That or he tried to fill the void of Simmons being gone. Either way. Nice.)
The casual mention of Maine while Wash is hallucinating (“Hey, Big Guy.”).
Making so many new characters.
Making a villain we all love to hate that’s unique.
He gave /Grif/ depth, as promised Red team development.
He had Doc stand up for himself. Finally, poor guy deserves it.
Carolina has grown as a person.
Tucker’s time spent training with Wash has finally been acknowledged. He’s a badass.
Caboose is finally being protected. It’s been made clear that treating him bad for his lack of comprehension is a bad thing.
We’ve had character interactions that we rarely ever get to see (Simmons and Caboose having a full fledged conversation, for example).
And he’s done all of this while maintaining that classic BGC humor.
This season hasn’t been for everyone.
And there’s been a couple of bumps along the way.
But shout out to Joe Nicolosi for toying with our emotions the way only a writer of RvB can.
Good job, man.
No matter where you take the season from here, I’m sure it’ll be great.
A/N: Hello everyone! So lately, I’ve been having Massive J-hope feels. He’s hard core bias wrecking my bias wrecker (Joonie). So here’s a one shot based around a dream I had about him. (Slightly changed) Hope you enjoy! ~Yosei
Trigger warning: Slight self-harm
“You need to tell him.”
“Boom! Headshot,” you grin at Jungkook as you just took him out with Widowmaker. You turn to Yoongi and glare at him. “You’re out of your mind.”
Jungkook pouts as he is waiting to respawn. “Y/N, you need to tell him eventually or it’ll be too late. It’s not that hard.”
“Says you,” you mumble as you search for Jungkook once more with your sniper.
“Y/N, it’s pretty obvious he loves you back. Just tell him,” you hear Taehyung say through your headset.
You roll your eyes as you find Jungkook and take another shot. “Boom! Headshot again!”
“What the fuck!” Jungkook gets frustrated as he waits to respawn once more.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have chose Pharah when I chose Widow. Duh.” You chuckle.
“Y/N, you’ve been in love with the boy for like, 10 years, which I still don’t understand why. You need to tell him. Before it’s too late.” Yoongi says sleepily as he watches you, Jungkook and Taehyung play a deathmatch.
“Taehyung where the fuck are you hiding…” You mumble, purposefully ignoring Yoongi.
Suddenly you were being shot at by Tracer. Being too fast, Taehyung killed you. “Ha! Guess you found me.”
It was your turn to pout as you wait to respawn yourself. “But…What if he rejects me? We’ve been friends since we were kids. All of us. I don’t want to risk that.” You say quietly, scared out of your mind that your once best friend would no longer want anything to do with you.
Jungkook glances over at you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Like we said, it’s pretty obvious Hoseok loves you back. Just take the chance. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
You shake your head and swing onto a high beam, searching for Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook looks at you, suddenly serious. “How about this. If I kill you in the next shot, you have to tell him. Tonight.”
You send Jungkook a side glance. Your hands shake as you even imagine telling Hoseok how you feel. “But he said he was busy and that’s why he couldn’t hang out with us.” You drop your head, suddenly saddened by the thought about being ditched by your best friend. “He’s been telling us this the last few weeks. I haven’t even seen him.”
“All the more reason to tell him. Maybe it’ll wake his ass up,” Taehyung speaks again through the mic.
You sigh and nod. “Fine. If you get the next kill on me, I’ll tell him tonight.”
Jungkook grins and turns his attention back to the screen. You pay attention to the game even more now. You don’t want to do this, so you search hard to find Jungkook before he finds you. Suddenly, you’re being shot in the head, as you were killed by… another Widowmaker?
You glare at Jungkook surprised, “wait, you changed your character just so you can kill me? For this bet? You do know that changing your character in a deathmatch cancels out all your other kills, right?”
Jungkook smirks and winks at you. “It was worth it, babe.You need to do this.”
Yoongi claps his hands and smiles. “Oh good, now we can finally get on with it. Finish your game and we can send Y/N on her way.”
As much as you wanted to make the game last all night, Taehyung only needed 10 more kills to win. You tried hiding to the best of your ability, but once Jungkook switched to Widowmaker and Taehyung was using Tracer, you’re pretty much fucked. Taehyung eventually won the game, Jungkook in second and you in last. You groan, tempted to throw the controller at the wall.
“Goodluck, Y/N! I expect to hear about how it goes!” Taehyung says goodbye over the mic and signs off. Jungkook takes off his headset and you do as well.
“Alright, Y/N. Time for you to get going.” Yoongi grins. You stand up and brush yourself off. Suddenly, you try bolting to the bathroom to hid for the rest of the night but Yoongi caught you by the shirt. “Ah ah ah. I don’t think so. The door is that way.” He points to the door that leads to outside.
You glare at both your best friends. “Fine.” You mumble as you head out the door.
Since Hoseok’s house isn’t that far from Yoongi’s, you head down the street by foot. On your way, thoughts race through your mind. You, Hoseok, Jungkook, Yoongi and Tahyung have been best friends since you were kids. The five of you were inseparable. You don’t know exactly when you developed a crush, but suddenly you were falling. Falling because of your best friend. He was sweet, loving, caring, full of energy. You were closed off, quiet to anyone who was not your best friends, low-key. You were closer to Yoongi in personality than Hoseok. But that’s what made your love even greater. He balanced you out. The problem is, you never had the guts to tell him.
Now you’re 24, out of college and it’s going to be too late soon to say anything. Having a crush for 10 years on someone who has no idea takes a toll on you. You watched him date, having long lasting relationships and here you were, never really had any sort of relationship. Yeah, you’ve been on a few dates, but nothing that lasted more than a week. None of those guys were Hoseok. They just couldn’t compare.
‘The boys are right. It’s time to tell him,’ You think to yourself. ‘He’s finally single and it’s your chance.’
You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t realize you had made it to his door. You climb the steps, your legs shaking with anticipation and anxiety. You reach the top step and stare at the door. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you ring the doorbell. You instantly regret doing so. Your immediate reaction was to run, pretend like it was a prank. But before you could process that thought, you hear the door unlock.
“Hello, can I- oh, Y/N! What are you doing here?” Hoseok answers the door. All you can do is stare at him. You’ve always thought he was good looking, but lately, you can see him growing up into a very handsome young man. This thought threatens to make you blush, but you try to hold it in.
“H-Hey, Hobi. I w-wanted to talk to you about something,” you stammer. God, if you can’t talk now, what makes you think you can actually tell him how you feel?
“Baby, have you seen my- Oh, hello there.”
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. You suddenly see a women pop her head up behind Hoseok. It occurs to you that she’s partially naked. Hoseok rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.
“Oh, Y/N. This is my girlfriend, Mina. Mina, this is my friend, Y/N.”
Mina sends you a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being rude, but I’ve got to search for something.” She nods at you and takes her leave back into the house.
Hoseok smiles after his girlfriend and turns his attention back to you. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
You can barely speak. When you finally find your voice, it comes out as a small squeak. “O-oh. It’s nothing serious. I got to go now. See you later.” You turn and bound down the steps.
“Oh. O-Okay.” Hoseok looks after you, confused. He shrugs and closes the door.
You couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You feel like your legs are failing you as you push faster and faster. Suddenly you can’t breath. You run as fast as you can back to Yoongi’s house. When you made it to the door, you pound as hard as you can. Yoongi opens the door, a surprised look on his face. “Y/N, hey what’s-”
Before he can finish his sentence, you collapse on the ground. Your legs just couldn’t hold you up anymore.
“Y/N!” Yoongi panics. He puts his arms around you and pulls you inside. “JUNGKOOK GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!”
“Alright alright, hold on.” Jungkook comes out of the kitchen holding a water bottle. When he sees you, he immediately drops it and runs to your side. “Oh my god, Y/N! Are you okay?”
You can’t answer him. All you can do is hyperventilate, your whole body trembling. Your eyes are wide as you look around the room. You suddenly feel trapped you push Yoongi away and back up into the corner of the room.
Yoongi and Jungkook look scared out of their minds. “Jungkook, call Taehyung and get him over here. Now!” Jungkook nods and runs for his phone.
You hold your head in your hands, shaking it back at fourth. The tears continue to spill from your eyes, making your panic attack worse. Yoongi sits down next to you. “Y/N, breath. Please, what happened?” You continue to shake your head, not listening to anything he’s saying.
You start scratching hard at your wrist, eventually beads of blood starting to show. “Y/N, stop!” Jungkook grabs your hand, trying to get you to stop hurting yourself.
Just then Taehyung bursts through the door. “Where is she?!” He practically yells, startling you. Jungkook yells to him. Taehyung comes over slowly, dropping to his knees. “Hey, Y/N. You need to tell us what happened. Please.” He asks, concern laced in his voice.
You try to calm your breathing. You look up at the boys. They gasp at your face. Tears are cascading down your cheeks and your eyes are red and puffy. You try your voice, it coming out a lot more raspy than you thought. “Y-you said h-he loved me. Y-You p-promised.” You cry out, as you feel your heart break into a million pieces.
Request: Could I request a dean fic where he and the reader have an established relationship and run into an ex of deans on a hunt, like either Lisa or Cassie, and the reader gets really insecure about their relationship afterwards.
Request: “OMG PLS DO A PETER PARKER IMAGINE BASED ON THE SONG CHEATER BY THE VAMPS AND CAN YOU MAKE IT HAVE A FLUFFY ENDING AND MAYBE A MAKEOUT OR SOME SHIT” - @blueskaikru
word count: 2953
Hope you guys enjoy!
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3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.
Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.
You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.
Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.
People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.
You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.
You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.
You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.
“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”
"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.
This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.
“Is everything okay at home?”
God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.
“Yeah Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.
“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.
“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”
“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”
A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.
“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”
You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?
“You know-the thing!”
She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?
“I will have sex with Mark”
For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.
Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.
“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”
The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.
“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”
“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”
“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”
Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.
“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”
“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”
“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”
“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”
He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”
“How dare you? Mark would never!”
You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.
“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”
Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.
“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”
This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.
You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.
“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”
With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.
You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”
“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”
“Let me make those choices”
With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.
Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.
He felt devastated, angry at that stupid asshole who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter. He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.
Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.
However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.
He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.
He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.
Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.
The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.
Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.
Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.
“Stacy, you treat me so good”
Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.
“Y/n would never be this good”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!
Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his place at a record time.
He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.
Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.
You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell. You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.
“What are y-”
“You were right”
Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.
“Mark he- he was- he was with-”
You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.
But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.
Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.
Once again you found yourself between those arms. Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.
“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”
“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”
You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.
“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”
You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.
“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.
Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.
You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.
“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”
His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.
“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”
You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.
He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.
“I love you more than anything”
“I love you too, Peter”
And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.
“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”
With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.
Request: Can you do where Mary and the reader don’t seem to get along when she gets back and Mary tells Dean a lie about her and he believes his mom over the reader, but have a fluffy ending and lost of angst in it lol @lizwinchester16
A/N: I just got back from a week of camp so bear with me
Warnings: Angst, Mary is a bitch
Mary Winchester hated you and you didn’t know why. Whenever you two were in a room together, she glared at you and gave snarky comments. Dean didn’t notice as he was too excited that his mother was back, and you didn’t have the heart to ruin that. So you kept ignoring her, but eventually it all got to be to much. You were walking through the bunker looking through your phone when you heard Dean yell.
“(Y/N) COME HERE!”
You rushed through the halls and into the war room where Dean was hunched over the table.
“You know damn well what’s wrong here!”
You stared at him in confusion,” If this is about the pie I swear I didn’t -”
Yeah I dunno why but this part in “Across the Universe” gets me every time. You can see the moment when Keith starts to panic,
Not because he has no idea where they landed, or where they are, but because Shiro isn’t there,
And his eyes get wide and his expression just… I dunno, it speaks volumes to me. This, this is what Keith must’ve been like after the season two finale, after Shiro’s disappearance. We saw him go through the first three photos when they stood in the Black Lion, staring at the empty pilot’s chair, but I think this is what Keith felt like, after the shock. Scared, worried, panicked. He probably kept it under wraps in front of the team, but still. Look at his face.
I know “Shiro” is back now, but I still like to torture myself about the end of s2 and I am deeply sorry just ignore me tbh
request: “Barry and reader keeping their relationship a secret from the team? Thanks pal <3” — by anon
a/n: you’re welcome, pal ;-) oh, and just to clarify, barry is just hiding their relationship from caitlin, cisco, and iris. joe and julian know :-) also, sorry if this was crappy, ugh, i am honestly losing inspiration i swear
Walking through the outskirts of Central City, Y/N stopped and entered the warm atmosphere of Jitters, planning to meet up with someone for this breezy night. She took light steps as she goes to the second level of the coffee shop, taking the table where the people would least take notice of before sitting down and patiently waiting.
On the other hand, Barry Allen was rushing to excuse himself from Team Flash who were celebrating for another successful metahuman case. He was bouncing his leg up and down in impatience, sighing and hoping that he could just go already so that he won’t be late for another meeting with a certain girl who he has not been spending a lot time with.
“Guys,” he finally couldn’t take it anymore, “is it okay if I go? I just remembered I have to do something important.”
Caitlin nodded. “Yeah, sure, Barry.”
And with that, he didn’t waste time go to Jitters and do what he had to do. When he had entered, he automatically ordered their two usual drinks and once he got them, he proceeded upstairs.
“Oh, crap.” he frowned when he saw that their table was empty and Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
“Yeah, you’re in big trouble.” a voice said from behind which made him look.
Y/N was there with a teasing grin on her face. “Don’t worry, babe. I just went to the restroom, I didn’t ditch you.”
Barry chuckled, leaning down to kiss her swiftly before leading her to their table.
It’s been approximately four months since he made it official with Y/N. She was a regular reporter from the CCPN, and since he used to visit Iris every other day, he would always see Y/N working and doing her job. He didn’t deny that he was attracted already just be one mere glance — so with all the courage he had, he asked her on a date.
After that, everything just happened in a fast blur. The next thing you know, she was already his girlfriend. But the only problem was is that nobody knew that she was. Why? Well, Barry was the one who urged to keep their relationship a secret for the meanwhile because of the fear that she would get caught up with him being the Flash, which she still didn’t know.
“So, what took you so long?” asked Y/N, gladly taking the cup from him as they sit down.
Barry shrugged. “It was nothing. Just had to do something at the precinct.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Precinct? I just got there before going here in hope that we can go together. Joe said you left early.”
“Oh, sorry, I thought you were asking much earlier. Er — I was cleaning up the, uh, apartment.” he lied.
“Cleaned up the apartment?” Y/N suppressed a chuckle. “Okay then.” she sipped from her cup, surprisingly letting go of his slip up quicker than expected.
“How about you?” said Barry. “How was your day?”
“Good.” she brought the cup down. “Nothing interesting. I was supporting Iris’ report about The Flash.”
“The Flash?” asked Barry with interest. “And what do you think about him?”
Y/N shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess.”
He tried not to look disappointed. “Okay? That’s the only adjective you can think of?”
There was something about her smile that made him quite uneasy, as if she knew who The Flash really was, but before he can even say anything or ask her about it, he suddenly saw the team entering Jitters, completely unaware that Barry was there.
Y/N followed his gaze and widened her eyes. “Oh, look. There’s Iris. We should probably —”
“Y/N,” Barry cut her off, “I haven’t told her about us. I know I promised that I would but I keep on forgetting.” he lied yet again.
She frowned. “Barry, I told you I don’t like keeping this a secret. We’re not Romeo and Juliet, you know.”
“I know.” said Barry.
They looked back down again and in that moment, they gained eye contact with Cisco who was now peering at them curiously. Without warning, Y/N smirked and leaned forward just as Barry faced her again in attempt to ask her what to do. She could feel that he was surprised at her actions that when she pulled away, Barry had his eyes wide and mouth still open.
“Am I really that bad of a kisser?” joked Y/N, Barry composing himself. “Come on, Barry. You can’t expect us to hide this forever.”
He sighed. “Okay, you’re right.” he glanced at Cisco, his friend now explaining vigorously to his two other companions, Caitlin and Iris also glancing at their spot. “Shall we?” Barry held out his hand as he stands up.
Y/N grinned. “We shall.” she took his hand.
And together, they descended the staircase, ready to be bombarded by questions by their friends and co-workers.
Kara sending Mon-El away DOES NOT compare to Sanvers. At all. There is no comparison to be made. The Danvers sisters dynamic obviously needs to be discussed before we enter season 3.
1.) Kara losing her boyfriend =/= Alex losing her girlfriend.
Kara has had various other relationships and has other good non-romantic relationships. Kara has a mentor in Cat Grant, a best friend in Winn AND Lena, James, CLARK, Barry, Lois and Lucy. A mom in Eliza, a pseudo-father figure in J’onn and she has the Allura AI. Oh, and the biggest one: Kara has Alex. Kara has all of these people that love her and want to support her and wish only the best for her.
Alex on the other hand, let’s examine her relationships with other people. She has Maggie, “Ride or Die” Sawyer, Eliza, and J’onn. All of her other relationships are strictly professional (Vasquez, Lucy) or are Kara’s friends (Winn, James). WIth Maggie, “I finally got her to be herself, Kara,” Alex bares her soul. She’s all in and has everything to lose, “Marry me, please.” With Eliza, Alex constantly feels like she’s failing. She literally went to medical school (compromising her mental health with the stress obviously) because that’s what Eliza expected of her. I will delve into the can of worms that is the “weight of the world” responsibility that Alex has had to shoulder since she was a child in another point. Alex’s relationship with Eliza is strained at best. Also side-note, ouch at Alex losing Jeremiah again, one of the few important people Alex has in her life. Alex’s relationship with J’onn was more mentor-mentee and professional before it was revealed he is an alien in season one. After that, we see the relationship develop and progress to where J’onn is a pseudo-father figure to Alex. But they’re still boss-employee, don’t forget that. The bond there does not constitute a healthy outlet in which Alex can express her feelings and frustrations. He is her boss after all. You may think that like with Kara, I’ll add that Alex has Kara, but you’re mistaken. Kara has Alex, Alex doesn’t have Kara. Which makes my next point.
2.) The rift between the sisters has always been there.
Their relationship is so one-sided that it’s more frustrating than laughable. Alex does anything and everything for Kara, hell, the pilot episode has Alex picking out clothes for Kara’s date even though her flight is in a few hours! Kara admits herself that everything has always been about her and that there’s been no room for Alex. Kara didn’t even know why Alex and Vicky had a falling out! I sincerely doubt that Kara knew anything about Alex’s frustrations while in medical school. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but the closest person I have to a sibling hears everything about me (the good, the bad, and the ugly) and vice versa. I’m not saying immediately after it happens but eventually we do share everything with each other. I’m not blaming Kara for immediately latching onto Alex and trying to preserve as much of Krypton as she could, I am however blaming the Danvers parents for encouraging and enabling the behavior. No one should ever have the entire life of another person depend solely on them, that puts an ENORMOUS amount of pressure on the person that is being relied upon. Alex literally entered the Black Mercy AND flew Kara’s pod into space because she thinks Eliza would never forgive her if she allowed Kara to get hurt (whoo at that backlash in season 1 after Kara becomes Supergirl and Alex is afraid of what Eliza would say while Kara says not to worry and then Eliza tears Alex a new one. Makes you wonder what all Kara has missed in her obliviousness.)
Kara states while under red kryptonite that Alex has always has been jealous of Kara which I 100% believe to be true. Kara received special attention and care from Eliza and Jeremiah and never had to take the blame for any of her actions. What sibling wouldn’t hold resentment? Especially once it was revealed that Jeremiah was blackmailed into joining the DEO because of Kara which resulted in his (not really) death. That had to sting and speaking of death, Alex literally killed Kara’s aunt that she was slowly converting to the good side. Twin sister that literally looked identical to Kara’s biological mother. This was never actually resolved by the show.
We saw in a flashback that Alex was punished for Kara’s actions unfairly because, seriously, Alex was just a teenager. From what can be inferred, Kara ruined Alex’s social standing in school (which sounds petty but actually can be the cause of a lot of psychological distress) and also someone makes a comment about how Alex should know how dangerous aliens/Kara can be, which another flashback to the beach implies that Alex was injured from the explosion AND also that Kara probably accidentally injured Alex multiple times in their childhood.
3.) Kara is afraid of “losing” Alex and repeatedly lashes out and causes Alex to feel guilty for anything she does that doesn’t pertain to Kara.
I could quote so many things but I feel like this point is pretty universally understood. I will point out the manifested guilt Alex has from both Eliza and Kara: “I was happy for five minutes!” Yeah, okay so it wasn’t the best move for Alex to decide to go to her favorite band’s concert on the Earth birthday in which Kara had finally been on Earth longer than Krypton (kinda insensitive) but if we’re being honest, it’s not like Kara would’ve been THAT upset normally. She literally made the plans THAT morning to try and distract herself. I could make a whole other post highlighting how the absence of Cat Grant, the sudden missing time due to vigilante shenanigans with Winn and James, and the sudden stop of 24/7 care by Alex turned Kara towards Mon-El in the first place but this isn’t that post.
Kara making Alex feel guilty for having another person in her life is extremely manipulative. I’m sure Alex lost a lot of quality sister time once Kara became Supergirl but she never seems to complain about that. Alex having another person in her life shouldn’t cause Kara to constantly play the “Maggie” card. The rift between Kara and Maggie due to both their connections with Alex and in their professional lives is yet another thing I could write an exposé on. Kara clearly doesn’t like Maggie and the feeling is mutual, they’re just civil because Alex desperately wants them to be. Will the show ever resolve the tension? Doubtful, it’ll just be another unexplored plotline.
Alex shouldn’t have to feel guilty for finally having someone she can release her frustrations with, Alex has clearly been lighter since dating Maggie. They’re good for each other. Unlike Kara and Mon-El who consistently bring out the worst in each other. Kara is jealous that Alex isn’t 100% focused on her AND that she has a healthy relationship. It’s nasty that Kara is intent on destroying Alex’s relationship due to misplaced anger and jealousy and that’s the tea on that.
Also, Alex literally had no one before, she couldn’t even Tell Kara or Eliza about the DEO. That’s a lonely life. And Alex based her entire life around Kara and Kara was willing to just drop it all and go live with Clark, completely abandoning Alex and making her feel like she wasn’t enough and not “family” (which obviously Alex already has issues with feeling inadequate.) Tell me that isn’t ugly.
I could continue but I just wrote this in between classes and have to go to class now so.
Tl;dr The Danvers sisters have always had unresolved tension and resentment towards each other. Kara needs some emotional development and needs to stop unleashing all of her anger onto Alex. It’s ugly that they’re going to try and parallel Karamel and Sanvers when the ships are completely different.
sooooo how rfa members and saeran and v (let's say he's not blind for this one lol) would react and what would they do if they were in a club and mc started to do a sexy/provocative dance for them in the middle of the dancefloor and they're just like, sitting at the bar watching her??? please give me life with this one 😍😂
~Oh man. Alright, here we go Coyote Ugly lmfao
Of course he is blushing when he sees you
Almost falls off of the bar stool
Low-key glancing around making sure no guys are staring at you
While also taking pleasure in the fact that you’re looking at him
He feels so special!
But also…should he look away?
He’s never been in this situation before!
It’s flustering him, honestly
And you’re making him feel hot omg
His pants are a little tighter
Already imagining what he is going to tell the guild back in LOLOL
Taking mental pictures of you while it’s happening
He’s definitely going to remember this moment
When you finally walk up to him he doesn’t even give you a chance to say anything
Pulls you into a long deep kiss to try and get some of that built up passion out of himself
He is smirking
Just letting you do your thing
Took some blurry photos tbh
Enjoying every god damn second of it
Giving out those ‘yeah, she’s mine’ eyes
“the smolder” look (sry I HAD TO…HE WOULD)
Confident as shit about this
Nodding at everyone in visual range
“You wish you had that,” he tells a guy who has been staring as well
You made a big mistake
Guess who is asking you to dance for him now on a regular basis
He’s already thinking of songs in his head
His eyes are about to pop out of his head!
Cheeks are immediately flush
He’s taking pictures
Taking short videos
Taking selfies of him smirking with you in the background dancing
Enjoying the show for a moment until he remembers that you’re in public
And other MEN CAN SEE YOU
One is sitting right next to him, staring
Omg and two others are getting awfully close to you on the dance floor
Okay, now he is in protector mode
Leaves his drink at the bar and jumps up to dance with you
That way everyone knows you belong to him
He’s got some moves of his own he’d like to show you ;)
She turns around to see you dancing out there, looking at her
She chokes on her drink a bit, honestly
It’s suddenly hot in this club
You look so amazing
She can’t take her eyes off of you
Had no idea you could move like this
Some idea… ;)
Is she smiling a little bit?
Yes she is
Trying to keep a straight face, though
Hears some guys at the bar talking to each other about approaching you
Then you make your way over to her and give her a big kiss
The guys are now cheering you both on
“Maybe we should make our way home,” she suggests with a smirk
He did not expect to see you out there dancing like that when he turned around with his drink
Chewing on his bottom lip while watching you
You were looking good af
He was honestly fine sitting back and enjoying the show tbh
But some guy got behind you and started to dance with you
Oh hell no
Chugged his drink and made his way over to you
Wedges himself between the two of you to kind of give him the hint that he should scram
He actually likes this song
So he starts to dance, too
And you guys have a little sexy dance-off out on the floor haha
He’s actually not being goofy?? It’s actually pretty hot and like a Chippendale’s level of moves
But then he had started to remove clothing and the bouncers put an end to it
“Sir, put your clothing back on or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Where’s that gif of him Viktor
Ah yes, there it is
That’s exactly what happens when he sees you out there dancing like that
He had no idea???
How did he not know this?
He was not prepared ok
Once he gets over the initial shock he is really into this, honestly
He actually chuckles and gets a sideways smirk while watching you
Crosses his legs and slowly sips his drink while you dance
Beaming every time someone at the bar makes a comment about you
Looks over at them all cocky
Eventually joins you when he finishes his drink
Grinds up behind you and pulls you close
“I’m so lucky that you’re all mine,” he whispers in your ear
You don’t make it all the way home before he has to pull the car over because he is thinking about it so much
“This is interesting,” he mutters
Cocks his eyebrow and is now chewing on his drink straw while watching you
Low-key making sure no one tries to grind up on you or he’s going to punch them
Trying his best to look nonchalant about it but inside he is sweatin’ tbh
Tapping his foot to try and keep chill
How dare you do this to him
Puts his drink down and just gets up and leaves through the crowd
You’re confused?? Where is he going?
You end up going after him
Moving through the crowds of people when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you
Saeran has pulled you into the bathroom and locks the door
The scene in Mistborn that stuck with me the most was near the beginning of Hero of Ages when this one town was about to be attacked by Koloss but Elend shows up first and tells the mayor he’ll help if he recognizes Elend as his emperor, then the mayor asks if Elend has brought an army with him and Elend is like “I brought 2 armies actually but I arrived early so we have to fight alone for a while first.” And they start fighting the Koloss until suddenly Vin drops out of the sky like a fucking superhero and Elend tells the mayor “Yeah that’s the first army.” and when Elend and Vin finally take control of the Koloss he tells the mayor “Here is the second army” and the mayor looks at Elend like “Look here you little shit…”
a/n: i’m feelin’ WILD rn, i can’t believe that i’ve hit 1k, that means the absolute world to me!! anyway, i love u guys sooo much. your kind words make my day 💗
warnings: do i even need to say it at this point? SIN
everything was spinning around you. you felt delirious, but in the absolute best way. the encounter that you had shared with zach earlier that day made your heart pound at the mere thought.
you went through the rest of the day on edge. you were like a little toy, and zachary dempsey had wound you up.
this was a foreign feeling to you. you were oozing sensitivity, walking down the hallways hot and bothered. you exchanged longing glances with zach every time you passed each other.
at lunch, you considered sitting with the boys, but after seeing the way that zach couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you walked right past the table to tease him. you looked over your shoulder to lock eyes with him, swaying your hips with a smirk as you made your way across the cafeteria.
“i swear, zach, your girl is something else.” you hear one of the boys call out. you smile to yourself and sit down across from sheri, the blush slowly creeping into your cheeks.
“so, you and dempsey huh?” she says while wiggling her eyebrows at you.
“uh, yeah, i guess.” you say trying to control your smile. you were still mildly starstruck that the boy had admitted his feelings for you.
“finally,” sheri starts, “that boy has been pining after you for months!” she says with a laugh. you look down and cover your face as the heat took complete control of your cheeks. you meet sheri’s eyes and both of you laugh as you continue to eat your lunch and exchange random conversation.
you peer across the cafeteria to meet zach’s burning gaze. he watches you intently as you lift the spoon to your mouth, putting it in, and then pulling it out slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. you smirk and then sheri turns to look at zach before looking back at you.
"ugh you guys are gross, get a room!“ she says and you giggle with her uncontrollably. zach looks down at his tray, smiling widely and shaking his head.
8th period finally rolls around and you’re just about ready to explode. throughout the entire class period, zach had done everything to make contact with you. he brushed you, rubbed his arm against yours, touched your hand slightly with his while you both wrote. he was driving you crazy, and he knew it too. the bell rang and you bolted out of the classroom, making him chase after you.
you arrived at your locker, and zach leaned against the one next to it with a sly smile.
"hey baby girl.” the nickname rolls effortlessly off of his tongue. you shiver, and zach takes in the effect that it has on you. he pushes up off the locker to stand behind you. you close your locker and turn around, your back pressed against it. you look up to zach and smile.
"i’ll be at your house after practice, okay y/n?“ he says as he comes closer to you, positioning himself between your legs. you gasp and your eyes flutter as he presses himself against you. he kisses your temple and then leans down to place a kiss on your lips. it’s sweet and gentle, but also full of the need that he’s holding back. he pulls away and winks at you while jogging towards the gym.
your heart pounds in your chest as you bite your lip and smile. you would never get used to zach being all over you. you watch him until he disappears down the hall, and you stand alone with the taste of him on your lips.
when you get home, you sigh contently into the empty house. not only were you excited for zach to come over, you were also filled with sexual frustration. you waste no time jogging up the stairs and to your bedroom to relieve some of your stress.
you rid yourself of your clothes, making your way over to the bed. you sigh as your warm skin meets the cool sheets and your hand begins to drift south towards your already aching core. you placed feathery touches on your inner thighs while kneading your sensitive breasts. all you could think about is what you would be doing if zach was there.
your hands ghosted over every place that you wanted him to touch you. you began to massage your clit slowly, the sensation causing your hips to buck as you whimpered. you needed zach to be there touching you. you needed his fingers to be teasing your clit.
moaning at the thought, you dip one finger into your wetness before adding a second. pumping in and out at a steady pace, you fantasize about the basketball player. the way he would grip you, the electricity that jolted through your body when he touched you.
too invested in yourself, you didn’t hear the door open. zach stood in your door frame, a shocked expression that was quickly replaced with a smug look.
“you couldn’t wait for me, huh darlin’?” he says and you freeze in your place, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable. he walks over to your place on the bed slowly, never breaking eye contact with you.
"need a hand with that?“ he says in a raspy voice. you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak. you could hardly form words in your head in the first place. zach’s eyes rake up and down your naked body while he licks his lips.
"god, you’re so beautiful. i’m so glad coach let us out of practice early, i couldn’t take it anymore. i needed you.” he says.
you moan as he rubs his hand up and down your exposed thigh. zach brings his face to yours, barely brushing his lips with your own.
“also, you should lock your door, sweetheart. that could have been anyone walking into your house like that.” he tells you and you nod again. his low voice was making you even more wet, if possible.
zach lowered his hand to your heat, making you gasp out in pleasure. he softly touches your inner thighs, lightly running his nails up and down them, missing your core completely.
"please, just do something. i want to feel your touch.“ you cry out. he kisses you deeply and smiles against your lips. his long fingers glide over your folds, wetting them with your arousal before he pushes them into you. your head drops back with a moan and you arch into him so that he can go deeper.
"fuck zach, faster.” you pant. his thumb presses down onto your clit, circling it until you’re about to come undone. his expert hands continued to work until you start to see white.
"i- i’m close.“ you managed to squeak out. upon hearing those words, zach fingers left you, and he placed kisses down your stomach.
"get up against the headboard.” he practically growled. you did as he said, and his mouth connected to your throbbing core. his teeth grazed against your clit and you cried out, using every fiber of your being not to cum.
he used the tip of his tongue to flick at your clit before inserting his fingers again.
“you like that, baby?” he asks you, looking up.
you gasp out and screw your eyes shut while you writhe under his touch. he starts pumping faster, and uses his other arm to grip you in place.
"shit, zach, i’m about to cum.“ you say to him hoarsely while tugging on his hair. he moans from your actions and it vibrates through your core, pushing you over the edge. your body began to tremble uncontrollably as he continued to finger you through your orgasm, his name a gasping moan on your lips.
he hovers above you and kisses you before flopping down next to you while you try to catch your breath. you look to the tent in his pants and grab his bulge gingerly while he lets out a hiss.
“now let me take care of you, baby boy.”
a/n: ksjsjsjddb i’m SHAKING. hope u guys enjoy, currently working on 2 more requests that should be up soon so be on the lookout hehe.
As one can assume based on my username I spend a lot of time
thinking about Bellamy, who he is and what makes him who he is. My most recent
round of thinking circled around to JRoth and his statements about Madi
potentially causing issues between Bellamy and Clarke (because Clarke will do
things for Madi that may not align with what’s best for their people), which
made me think about what Bellamy’s relationships with children specifically
over the course of the last four Seasons have said about his story arc, so
let’s delve into this:
In Season 1, Bellamy’s connection to a child is Charlotte (who
is 12). Through his relationship with her, we get our first real glimpse into
who Bellamy actually is. Charlotte is only in two episodes (1x03 and 1x04) but
her impact in Bellamy resonates across the Season.
Charlotte has a relationship with both Clarke and Bellamy and
it’s one of the ways the show gives us a visualization of the differences
between Bellamy and Clarke. We’re first introduced to Charlotte when she has a
nightmare and Clarke attempts to comfort her:
Clarke: “Hey, wake up. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just a dream.
You’re Charlotte, right? I’m Clarke. It’s okay to be scared. Do you want to talk about it?”
Charlotte: “It's… my parents. They were floated and they… and I
see it in my dreams and I just…”
Clarke: “I understand. My dad was floated, too. So, how did you
end up here?”
Charlotte: “Well… we were taking my parents’ things to the
redistribution center and… I kind of lost it. They said I assaulted a guard.”
Clarke: “I can’t say I blame you. See that bright star up there?
That’s The Ark orbiting above us. I think whatever happened up there, you know,
the pain… maybe we can move past that now. Maybe being on the ground is our
The next time we see Charlotte she’s followed Bellamy and the
hunting party because she can’t deal with the sound of Jasper’s pain,
unfortunately before they can make it back to camp the acid fog rolls in and we
find Bellamy and Charlotte trapped in a cave. Again, Charlotte is
sleeping and has a nightmare, a parallel to her first interaction with Clarke,
but they differ in how they handle the situation with Charlotte:
Bellamy: “Charlotte, wake up. Charlotte: I’m sorry.”
Bellamy: “Does it happen often? What are you scared of? You know
what? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it.”
Charlotte: “But… I’m asleep.”
Bellamy: “Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake,
they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.”
Charlotte: “Yeah, but… How?”
Bellamy: “You can’t afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife
I gave you. Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you
say, ‘Screw you. I’m not afraid.‘”
Charlotte: Screw you. I’m not afraid. Screw you. I’m not
Bellamy: “Slay your demons, kid. Then you’ll be able to sleep.”
We see the difference in Bellamy and Clarke’s handling of the
situation from the get go, while Clarke tries to get Charlotte to embrace the fear
and learn from it, Bellamy encourages her to run from that fear, to pretend
that she’s not afraid, to slay her demons. And we know she does this with
disastrous effect when she kills Wells.
Bellamy is shaken by Charlotte’s actions, because they were influenced
by his words, but “Weakness is death, fear is death” is still a statement that
Bellamy embraces for the rest of the Season, in fact the only reason we
actually see him admit to being afraid is when he thinks he’s dying (in a
moment of weakness).
They deleted a scene where Bellamy gives a rousing speech to the
Delinquents, but here’s what he says:
“Everybody, listen up. I know you’re afraid, but how you choose
to handle that fear is up to you. You can let it break you down or you can use
it to make you stronger. Are we just a bunch of kids from the Ark who weren’t
strong enough to survive? Because if we lose today,if we let the fear win,
that is what they’ll say about us. But I say screw fear: I’m
telling my own damn story!”
Bellamy’s rejection of fear is the first sign that he’s anything
other than the asshole that the show originally attempted to paint him as and
also sets up his defining arc (”Screw fear.”) for Season 1.
Bellamy’s Season 2 kid is Lovejoy’s son and he’s introduced in Episode 2x11 (not as early as Charlotte) but he is a defining moment for Bellamy:
Lovejoy’s Son: “Mister… Are you on a ground unit? My dad is training for a ground unit.”
Bellamy: “It’s pretty cool up there. I hope he makes it. They’re just kids.”
Maya: “What did you expect you’d find here?”
And Maya’s question is an accurate assessment of Bellamy’s thought process until the moment he sees Lovejoy’s kid. He really did believe that the Mountain was full of monsters (and why shouldn’t he have?). Seeing Lovejoy’s kid forces him to reconsider the plan of attack and that’s when he almost begs Clarke for another:
“She helped me escape. If not for her, I’d be dead. And, Clarke, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn’t kill everyone. Please tell me we have one.”
Because Bellamy can handle killing monsters. That’s just slaying your demons, but kids? That’s a violation of everything he believes and it’s being forced to help make the decision that ultimately kills 26 children (along with the men and women) that is responsible for contributing to Bellamy breaking after his actions in the Mountain.
Because for the first time slaying demons meant killing innocents as well.
His Season 3 Kid? Adria, the girl who Luna loves.
Again, this child is introduced late into the Season and they don’t actually interact much, but it is the first time that Bellamy actually sees with his own eyes the carnage that the Chipped!individuals can wreak on unsuspecting towns and its then that he fully realizes that the Chipped! aren’t enemies in the traditional sense.
His interactions with Adria (and the others on Niylah’s rig) help lay the groundwork for Bellamy’s refusal to invade other Grounder villages the very next episode and, later, his insistence that the Chipped! are not killed only temporarily incapacitated until Clarke could shut down the CoL.
Because this time, they are going to find a plan that saves everyone, unlike the ultimate resolution for Season 2.
And last but not least, we have his Season 4 Kid: The Grounder Slave girl he saves in 4x02, When he saves her (and the other slaves), it’s a continuation of the journey he’s been on since Season 2 and Lovejoy’s kid:
Bellamy: “We didn’t get the machine.”
Clarke: “It didn’t survive landing?”
Bellamy: “No. It did, but I had a choice… bring the machine home or use it to save them.”
Raven: “Oh, we are so screwed.”
Bellamy: “We have time, but I am not sacrificing any more innocent lives.”
Clarke: “You just did.”
Bellamy: “I made the call, and I’ll live with that.”
Raven: “Yeah. You’re not the only one who has to live with your call, as usual.”
Bellamy: “Well, go tell them. Go tell Riley I should’ve left them to die.”
Bellamy has been forever changed by his actions over the course of the Seasons, but this is the first time we see him directly reference the loses he’s had to inflict in order to save his people. This is the beginning of Bellamy’s “We save who we can save today” arc.
We see this arc come to final fruition when Bellamy has to make the decision to close the door on Clarke and blast off. The arc that we see begin for him in 4x02, saving those who can be saved, even if it ultimately means that others will die in that episode, is what preps him to be able to make the decision to close the door on Clarke in 4x13.
It wasn’t just Clarke’s speech about using his head (although we do see him reference her with “It’s what she would have wanted”), it was the fact that he’d already made a decision just like this. Choosing to stay behind to wait for Clarke would have meant the death of the others on the rocket and while Bellamy might have been willing to make the sacrifice if it was just him (”I left her behind. I left her behind and we all die anyway”), he could not justify making the decision for everyone else, so he saved who he could save today.
Basically….I wrote all of this out to say we should be paying close attention to Bellamy’s initial interactions with Madi (who will likely be one of the first children he meets) in Season 5, because they obviously plant lots of little seeds for Bellamy’s overarching Season journey in his relationships with children.
Could you please do a Sirius x reader where you and him don’t really get along in person but you’re quite fond of his animagus even though you don’t know it’s him. And then stuff happens? Not naughty stuff but cute stuff
Blurb: (Y/N) hates Sirius. And he hates her. But what happens when she tells the cute dog that’s been following her her true feelings about Sirius.
It was a normal afternoon. James was hitting on Lily. Remus was reading. Alice and Frank were awkwardly talking to each other. And you… You were in the middle of a very heated argument with Sirius.
What were you arguing about this time? Godric knows…
It didn’t really matter. What matters is that you were right and he was wrong.
“But it’s not! That’s why you’re wrong!” you practically yelled at Sirius.
“Geez! Can’t you just admit that you’re wrong and I’m right?” he replied, getting frustrated.
“No, I can’t actually because I’m not wrong. You are!” you jabbed his chest violently.
He turned around and started walking away.
“Where are you going? I’m not done with you yet.” you yelled.
“Well I am.” he answered without turning around. Then he continued walking.
“Awww. The couple’s bickering again.” said James.
“We are not a couple!”
“Sure you’re not.” Lily said sarcastically as James poked your cheek.
You slapped his hand away. “We really aren’t! He’s just being an ass again.”
“Well hurry up guys. I’m hungry.” shouted Peter while motioning for all of you to hurry up.
You groaned. Where the hell was it?
You were looking for your shoe. You had one on but had no idea where the other one was.
You plopped on the common room sofa face first.
As you were about to give up and just not go to Hogsmeade you felt something wet touch your hand.
Immediately you pulled your hand away from whatever it was and sat up straight.
Looking at the thing you realised what it was.
It was a dog. An adorable, black dog.
It was just sat there with your shoe in its mouth.
“I’ll take that thank you.” you said reaching for your shoe.
The dog just moved away from your hand. Just out of your reach.
“Hey!” you stood up and walked toward the dog.
Every time you got closer it moved away from you until you were practically chasing it around the common room.
“Give that back! Right now!” it didn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.
Just as you were about to get it you tripped over a cushion that must’ve fallen off the couch when you stood up. You fell face first to the ground.
You looked up and saw the dog stalking off and out of the common room making a noise that sounded a bit like laughter.
The next few weeks the dog would follow you around the castle and even went to Hogsmeade on the weekend a couple times.
It was like your little shadow. So that’s what you decided to call it ‘Shadow’.
The first time you called it that it didn’t seem to like the new name much but too bad. You liked it.
Also, arguments with Sirius had gotten worse. Now you argued over every petty thing you could think of.
But he was just such a dick sometimes. Well… most of the time.
“Here Shadow!” you called to the dog who lazily walked over to you.
It was a particularly quiet day. Most people had gone to Hogsmeade.
It was just you and Shadow. Sat in front of the fire in the common room.
It was peaceful.
Then you heard a loud crash outside. Immediately you rushed to the window to see what happened.
All you could see was Professor Slughorn covered from head to toe in bright green gunk.
Almost instantly you realised that it was probably the work of the ‘Marauders’ as they liked to call themselves. You thought that was a stupid name.
You thought of how annoying Sirius was sometimes as you sat back down on the couch.
“You know, Shadow, Sirius Black can be such a prick sometimes. Well, most of the time. But he’s not that bad. He can be a decent person some of the time. I’d like him if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s an insufferable jerk who loves to argue and refuses to admit when he’s wrong.” you ranted to Shadow who sat in exactly the same place as before.
“Shh guys! You’re going to wake her up!” you heard someone whisper shout. The voice sounded familiar.
You felt yourself being carried by somebody but you were too tired to open your eyes.
“Aww! Sirius, you look so cute together!” whispered a voice you recognised instantly. Lily.
With that, you made the effort to open one eye. Looking up you saw a mop of messy black hair and a very angry looking face.
You snuggled closer to Sirius’ chest. Wait…
Sirius was carrying you!
As quick as a flash your eyes shot open.
“Oh, you’re awa-”
“What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” you shouted, trying to get out of his grip.
He carefully put you down and started explaining.
“I saw you sleeping and didn’t want to wake you up. That’s all.”
“Oh. Alright then,” you replied and straightened your top. “Well, in that case, goodnight.” you said.
You quickly turned on your heel and marched off towards the girl’s dormitories.
Over the next few days, Sirius had actually been pretty decent. He’d opened doors for you, gave up his seat for you at dinner and even smiled at you a few times.
That’s not to say that he’d stopped teasing you. He was just finally civil with you.
That made you suspicious. Very suspicious. But what really gave it away was the argument you had, or rather didn’t have, on your way to potions that week.
“Oi! Black!” you yelled down the corridor.
He turned around and you ran to catch up to him.
“What a pleasure to see you (Y/L/N).”
You eyed him up wearily.
“Yeah… Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that your shirt was untucked.”
“Oops! I’ll fix it now.” he said calmly and started tucking his shirt in his trousers.
“And has your hair ever been within 5 feet of a hairbrush?”
“I’ve been meaning to get a haircut actually.” he acknowledged.
“Urgh. What is wrong with you?” you yelled frustratedly.
“What do you mean?” Sirius looked at you confused.
“I mean why aren’t you arguing with me? We haven’t had an argument in forever. What is up with you? You’re being a decent human being now?”
After your rant, Sirius just laughed as you stared at him. Why was he laughing at you?
“Would you like to tell me what you find so funny?”
“You-” he said in between chuckles “you’re mad at me because we haven’t had an argument?”
“Yeah?” you realised that it did sound kind of stupid when he said it out loud.
“Wow! Now you’re being ridiculous! I thought you liked me being nice.”
“Why would I like you anyway?” you asked. You had never given any sign that he had a chance of even being acquaintances.
“Well seeing as you like me when I’m not being a- how did you put it? oh, ‘an insufferable jerk who loves to argue and refuses to admit when he’s wrong’? That’s right.”
Wait. You had said that. But not to him. How did he know?
“Wait. I never told you that!”
You looked up at him but he was gone.
A few days later you finally thought you figured it out. So you confronted Sirius.
“I know you overheard my conversation.” you stated matter of factly as Sirius jumped because of you sudden appearance next to him.
“Could you be a bit more specific? I’ve overheard a lot of your conversations.” he replied.
“Wait! What conversations?” you asked suddenly interested.
“That’s private.” he answered smugly. “Anyway, what conversation are you referring to?”
“The one I was having with Shadow.” you informed him.
“Ah yes. Shadow the mysterious dog I’ve never seen but you keep going on about.”
“She’s real if that’s what you’re implying.” you snapped.
“I wasn’t implying anything sweetheart but it’s funny that you should call the dog a she.”
Sirius returned his gaze to the wand in his hand which, quite clearly, wasn’t his.
“Why is that funny? The dog is a she so-”
“It’s not a she.” he interrupted.
“It’s a dude?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“How would you know anyway? You said you never saw the dog.” you recalled.
“Well how could I?” he smirked.
“What?” you were very confused right now.
“Well how can a person see themselves?” he asked before swaggering off and leaving you more perplexed than ever.
“He was being so stupid today!” you said to Shadow. Obviously referring to the bane if your life, Sirius Black.
You explained to her what he did this time.
“And I just don’t get it. What does he mean ‘How can a person see themselves?’” you said imitating his deep voice.
Shadow just barked.
You stroked the dog gently.
“Well, I’m off to bed. Goodnight Shadow.”
You stood up and started walking up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.
You were stopped however by a small, nervous cough.
You turned around and saw Sirius Black stood in the common room.
“What are you-”
“I told you ‘Shadow’ wasn’t a she.”
Just as you were about to ask what he means he transformed into the black dog you had befriended. He stalked up to you and licked your hand.
“You’re an animagus?” you guessed as he returned to his human self.
“Exactly.” Sirius moved closer to you.
“So you heard everything I said about you?” you face palmed.
“Yes. And you seem to really like talking about me, sweetheart.”
Sirius gently removed your hands from your face.
“And I’ve got to say I didn’t mind. At least now I know you sort of like me back.”
“Wait-” you let your brain process that. “You-”
“I like you (Y/L/N). A lot.”
Before he could say anything else you pressed your lips to his and kissed him like you had wanted to for the past few months. Happy that your feelings were requited.
“Does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”
“Yes. You dork.”
“Hey, Remus, Lily, Peter! Get in here now.”
The three others rushed into the common room just as you pulled away from Sirius. You were both startled by the sudden intrusion.
“I knew! I knew it!” Lily yelled, running away before you could stop her.
“No, but I think it’s a bit late for second guessing.”
The highway lazily curved and bent through the trees, half trailing the edge of ocean on one side. The water was calm and still, the Atlantic not particularly interested in waking from its summer nap despite how late into the evening it was getting. From time to time, a house would appear, interjecting itself into the woods, a long driveway seen snaking up and disappearing. It was entirely foreign and new to the actress, and so despite her girlfriend’s worry, she was excited.
he escapes the flying dutchman with captain elizabeth and they all sail to shipwreck cove together
and when they finally arrive at the brethren court, there’s some top quality banter with jack sparrow (norrington: i heard you died. *smug smirk* tell me, was it painful?) and the former admiral gives the pirate lords valuable intel on beckett’s fleet
can you imagine how quietly proud he would have been when elizabeth is made pirate king like hell yeah that’s my ex-fiancée right there isn’t she great
and then he has to search his soul trying to find a place he belongs because it isn’t in the eitc and it isn’t as a pirate
and he fights alongside the pirates in the maelstrom battle and is alive and DEFENDS WILL AND ELIZABETH AS THEY GET MARRIED BECAUSE HE ACCEPTS HER LOVE FOR WILL AND FINALLY LETS IT GO
and then the war is over and he maybe becomes a merchant captain and lives a quiet honourable life sailing the high seas which he loves so much and meets up with will and liz on his voyages sometimes (and one time he spies jack’s colours on the horizon but jack fucking runs) and JAMES NORRINGTON IS ALIVE AND HAPPY FOR A LONG LONG TIME
Request: “Can I have a pennywise story where the reader comes to visit him and she’s like… SUPER pissed. Like about pop a blood vessel in the eye pissed. But she’s also like the calm before the storm when she walks in and penny’s like “uhhh you good?” And she just flips her shit and Penny has to calm her down and keep her from killing someone. Just some cute fluff stuff?”
Pairing: Pennywise x Reader
Today had been a horrible day for you. You had gotten your period in the morning, your cramps were so bad you couldn’t even sit comfortably because it felt like someone was stabbing and punching you at the same time, the students were super loud for no reason, the lunch was crappy. So many annoying and bad things kept happening.
But you had your friends, The Losers’ Club to keep you happy and sane. It had worked and they had made you go from mad and annoyed to happy and cheerful. That was until school ended and you made your way home alone. The gang had invited you to hang out with them after school but you passed since you weren’t feeling well.
Period+cramps meant staying in your house nice and comfortable. Those were your original plans until you got into a confrontation with Henry Bowers. Although you were beautiful and smart Henry would still find a way to torment you and not leave you alone. Any other day you would let him insult you and push you around, you would ignore it but not today.
This time it was different. When Henry yelled and insulted you, you did it back. He laid a hand on you so you kicked, punched and slapped him. When Henry slapped you you started wrestling/fighting him. All the anger that had built up inside of you from all of his torment helped you win the fight.
You decided not to go home, instead you went down to the sewers where your neighborhood clown friend Pennywise would be. You kicked the water angrily as you walked through the tunnels, you tripped and fell into the nasty water a couple of times causing your anger to rise.
Once you finally reached Pennywise’s lair you put on a fake smile as you caught his attention.
“Hello Pennywise.” You waved trying to hide your bubbling anger.
“Hey kiddo how was school?” The clown asked.
“Great just great.” You mumbled.
Pennywise knew you were lying. He could smell your anger all the way from the streets of Derry. He knew you all too well.
“Sweetie we both know that’s not true now I’m going to sit here until you tell me what happened.” Pennywise said crossing his leg and sitting down on a nearby stool.
The silence in the sewers only lasted a good 10 seconds before you started ranting to Pennywise about your day.
“Okay so it all started when I got my period, then I got the most horrible cramps you could ever imagine I felt like I was going to die, my classmates were loud as fuck today in school, the lunch was horrible and I was starving. To top it all off I got into a fight with Henry Bowers because I finally stood up to him. The asshole slapped me which explains the handprint on my cheek. Basically this has been the worst day ever.” You said as you collapsed on the ground.
Pennywise walked over to you and lifted you off of the ground.
“Okay okay calm down Y/N don’t worry you’re out of school and you’re with me you’ve made it through the toughest part. School.” Pennywise said as he patted your back.
“Yeah but I can’t believe that stupid Henry Bowers slapped me I ought to kill him.” You said standing up making your way to the exit of the sewers.
But then Pennywise threw you over his shoulders and set you down on a chair.
“No! You’re the sane one between the two of us and I ought to keep it that way.” Pennywise stated.
“But Penny.” You whined like a little kid.
“No butts I’ll teach him a lesson myself kid you will not. Deal?” He asked.
You stayed quiet for a moment but when Pennywise lifted his eyebrow you sighed, “Deal.”
“Good girl now let’s go take you home. We’re going to watch movies, eat junk food and have fun.” Pennywise said trying to lighten up the mood as he slung his arm over your shoulders.
“That sounds amazing. You’re the best alien shapeshifting clown I have ever met.” You chuckled.
“Thank you but I think I’m the only alien shapeshifting clown you’ll ever meet.”
“That is true.” You smiled as you walked through the sewers with Pennywise making your way to your house.
Loki tilted his head, mindful not to knock any of the lights with his antlers. He hated fixing them.
Clint hopped further into the workshop, wings spread menacingly, talons shining like obsidian in the dim light. “You shouldn’t be down here,” he repeated coldly. “Tony’s not here. It’s not allowed.”
“And yet you are here,” Loki pointed out idly, side-stepping a stool to lean down and examine a truly peculiar-looking device on the table.
“I saw you come down here. You need to leave,” Clint insisted, hopping after him. He let out an irritated sigh when the other monster swiveled to examine the three robots huddled fearfully in the corner. “Leave them alone! You’re scaring them!”
Loki ignored him, instead reaching out to tap one blunt finger to the closest robot’s claw. It flinched away from him and beeped, and then the other two robots let out shrill screeches and lunged at him with their claws threateningly. One threw a fire extinguisher at him.
Loki drew his hand back, not afraid, but concerned the little creatures might rush him anyway. “I did not know humans could still make these.”
Clint paused, talons curling into the floor. “…Make what?”
“Golems,” Loki replied, taking another step back when the clunkiest of the bunch lunged at him again. “The last I had heard of was in Prague, called Yossele. That was… five centuries ago? I had thought the art had been lost.”
Clint hopped over, wings spread awkwardly. He hated looking so much like a bird in front of this guy. “Yeah? I heard Tony made his first one when he was fourteen.” He couldn’t help his crest rising proudly when the other monster looked reluctantly impressed. “Isn’t that right, Dum-E?”
The clunkiest robot beeped and spun in a circle.
Loki covered his mouth with his hand to hide an amused smile. He did not remember Yossele being so rambunctious. Then again, it had been quite busy protecting its Jewish community at the time. “I would have never been able to imagine a metal golem.”
“Yeah,” Clint murmured. “Tony is a clever human. He even made a golem without a body.”
“You mean The Voice, Jarvis?” Loki asked, turning to look at him. “He is not a demon whom Tony has wrested control over?”
Clint shook his head slowly, frowning. “No. I remember when he was creating him at first, he would spend hours at his computer. The closer he got to finishing, the more wild he looked. When Jarvis finally spoke, Tony had been awake for several days. And then he burst into tears.”
“Interesting,” Loki admitted, and finally turned away from the robots. He did not remember how long it took to create Yossele, but he did remember Judah Loew ben Bezale celebrating when the golem protected them. “Is crying Anthony’s typical manner of celebration?”
“Man, he’d been awake for several days. Anyone would cry after years of hard work paid off,” Clint scoffed. “Now come on. We’re not supposed to be down here without permission ever since Bucky accidentally set himself on fire. With the exception of Steve because his scales protect him.”
Loki pretended that didn’t worry him and followed the other monster out of the workshop.
Bucky and Steve were morose.
“Unbecoming,” Natasha said.
Loki did not snort. He wanted to. “Quite.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Steve ordered without his usual heat. He slithered off the couch and onto the floor. “Why does he have to leeeeave?”
“Tony’s very important,” Bucky replied, trying to sound proud, but mostly sounding petulant. “The humans need his time.”
“Humans can go blow!” Steve snapped, then slithered under the couch.
Loki leaned toward Natasha, frowning.
“Yeah, I have no idea. Basically he wants humans to just leave Tony alone because they’re hogging him.”
“Oh,” Loki said, and only vaguely understood. “Where is Anthony?”
Natasha shrugged. “Showing off some new bomb. The humans are excited about it.”
“Anthony makes… bombs?”
“Weapons,” she amended. “Of all sorts. It would be disappointing except for the way he gushes about keeping America’s troops safe.I don’t understand humans and their wars, but I can respect that Tony wants to keep people safe.”
Loki frowned thoughtfully. “With the golems he created, I had expected him to be purely a creator. Not a destroyer as well.”
Natasha turned to stare at him, then assumed when he said ‘golems’ that he meant Tony’s robots. “Tony’s a human,” she said after a moment. “They’ve always created and destroyed. Holding Tony to a different standard simply because he is more brilliant than other humans would be unfair.”
“Mm,” Loki hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Anthony was an interesting human, at least. The creatures were so vapid these days, it was refreshing to find one that was different. He could not say whether he liked or disliked the boy, but he was interested to see what more he could create.
“Guys!” Bruce exclaimed, bursting into the living room. “Guys!”
Loki stepped back further into the shadows. He did not fear Bruce. But the creature he turned into… that creature was a terrifying mixture of Old and new, a creature of rage and instinct. He stayed out of its way as much as possible.
Steve slithered out from under the couch in concern, and Bucky unfolded from being curled up on top of one of Tony’s old sweaters. Clint hopped around to face the room instead of glaring outside. Natasha took a step forward, face set into a serious mask to hide the trepidation the tone Bruce had taken had caused.
“I was listening–I was listening to the radio,” Bruce panted, clutching his chest. His eyes flickered green and brown. “To hear what Tony–To keep at least an ear on him-! His convoy was attacked! He–everyone’s dead–”
It felt as if the room had dropped several degrees.
Bruce clutched the doorway, making an annoyed sound when he crushed it in his palm, wood splintering everywhere. “Not–Not Tony. But the soldiers he was with–they, they’re all dead. Tony–they took Tony.”
Clint let out a horrified screech.
“What do we do?” Bucky asked quickly, standing. “Bruce, what do we do?”
“All we know is that he’s in Afghanistan,” Bruce admitted, the green in his eyes staying longer, visibly struggling to keep to this form. “And there’s–there’s mountains and caves. It would take so long to find him–who knows what condition he’d be in by the time we got there.”
Steve writhed anxiously for a few seconds, then steeled himself. “We have to do something. We can’t just–just leave him out there!”
“The people there are very religious, or very superstitious,” Natasha pointed out. “We’re monsters. They’ll shoot first and ask questions later. We won’t be any good to Tony dead.”
Clint crushed the windowsill in his talons angrily. “We won’t be any good to Tony sitting on our asses, either!”
Bruce let out a wounded sound before he roared, and suddenly the Hulk was there instead, destroying the rest of the doorway, reaching out to grab one of the couches and flinging it across the room.
“Br–Hulk!” Steve exclaimed helplessly. “No! We need–we can’t just destroy things until we figure something out-!”
Loki stepped forward, scowling, gold threads wrapping around the Hulks arms before he could throw anything or anyone else. “This is not conducive to a rescue, creature.”
The Hulk roared, and tugged, and his hooves skidded across the floor in the effort to hold the other monster tight in the gold threads
“You will not threaten me,” Loki said, even though he felt frightened, even though this monster of Old and new was tugging his magic around like so much paper. “You will not threaten me while a Creator needs you to stay calm. You are doing him no service destroying his things.”
Hulk roared again, swinging around, and Loki nearly–nearly–yelped as his hooves skidded across the floor again, losing his balance.
Clint caught him by the antlers with a screech, holding him upright. “Don’t let him go!”
Loki had no intention of doing so, because he was quite certain that the Hulk would turn his aggression on him instead. Still, he couldn’t help his surprise when Steve and Natasha both ran at and then leapt upon the monster.
Steve’s tail constricted around the Hulk’s arms, holding them in place, and Natasha skittered as quickly as she could, wrapping her silk around him, trying to keep him pinned. Bucky scrambled over to press his back against Loki’s front, his paw pads much more suited to the wooden floor than the Old monster’s hooves.
The Hulk continued to roar angrily, struggling, but with the combined force of Loki’s magic and Natasha’s silk, they eventually subdued him. Loki didn’t relax until the other monster stopped roaring, and still kept a thread of magic wrapped around him just in case.
“…Let us never do that again,” Loki suggested, and the other four monsters nodded tiredly.
“What are we going to do?” Natasha asked softly, and it was… most concerning, to see how her shoulders hunched and the way she twisted her fingers in fear. “There are so many nooks and crannies in the desert where he could be. I–I’m not suited for the desert, really. I… could manage perhaps. But I would definitely be out of place.”
Bucky sat down on the floor, looking forlorn. “It would be too hot for me with my fur, wouldn’t it? And the sands would blow around so much–I wouldn’t find a scent anyway.”
“I could?” Steve offered, but then his face crumpled. “I’m no tracker, though. I’d survive and then have nothing to show for it. It’s no use, me going, if I have no idea where he’d be.”
“And it’s not like I could help you with that,” Clint admitted bitterly, roosting on Loki’s antlers. “If they have him in a cave, I’d have no idea.”
Loki opened his mouth to tell him to get off, but the other monster wasn’t heavy, and he was… quite tired after that struggle. “…I know someone who could help.”
“Will they eat him?” Steve asked immediately.
Loki gaped at him, appalled.
“I was going to eat him the first time we met,” Natasha explained.
“…Well,” Loki said.
“Tony bribed me with soup.”
“So will they eat him, or not?” Bucky asked, scowling. “Because if there’s a chance they’ll eat him, we decline. Strenuously.”
“He will not eat Anthony,” Loki sighed, and allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes, hard. “…Admittedly, he has not had much interaction with present-day humans, howev–”
Clint squawked. “You wanna send one of your kind after him!? They’re totally gonna eat him!”
“He will not!” Loki snapped, and then scolded himself, fuming, for sounding like a child. “This is his only chance. We can’t just let him gallivant all over looking for Anthony,” he added, motioning at the Hulk.
The monsters grumbled angrily, but truly, their hands were tied. There was no telling if Jim had been killed or injured when the convoy was attacked, so Tony could very well be all alone out there. All alone, and possibly injured, and maybe wondering if someone could come help him, like they’d done before.
They couldn’t just leave him out there. So they agreed.
Tony shivered. He could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. “You get many storms out here?”
Yinsen hummed thoughtfully as he stared down at the backgammon board. “Depends on the season, really.”
Thunder rumbled again. Tony kind of wished he was closer to the entrance of the cave, so he could see the lightning and count to see how close the storm was.
Yinsen lifted his head, frowning. “…It’s not the season, though.”
Tony covered his ears as thunder suddenly crashed… in the cave? The Ten Rings were yelling, and shooting, but the thunder came again, only… only it sounded an awful lot like roaring.
Tony yelped when the cave lit up, electricity crackling over the walls. Yinsen was yelling something, clutching at him, dragging him toward the back of the cave. Tony turned and choked back a scream when he saw the hulking figure there, one of his captors crushed under a single, massive paw.