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8 years ago, I was reading Good Omens and a boy told me he hadn’t read that book yet, but he was a HUGE Terry Pratchett fan! I remarked that I didn’t know who Terry Pratchet was but I personally enjoyed anything by Neil Gaiman. Now, 8 year later, I requested that the engagement ring he bought me should be the color of magic.

Aww.

Bucky Barnes is the best super soldier

How it was subtly emphasized in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:

He always holds back

With the Flag Smashers and even with John Walker. We could see the difference in the last 3 episodes. Sebastian Stan did an incredible job making it clear in a subtle way.

I want to mention that famous "Stay there" scene, and how it was visible Bucky was not punching as hard as he can in the fight with John.)

This is the thing about Bucky, he isn't after the kill, he just does his part. He doesn't try to show off his skills or that he is a good guy. He doesn't try to play the victim role, either. In the scene where Zemo fake-activates the Winter Soldier in Madripoor, he just makes a point. He's obviously not even trying hard.

If he wanted those in the club dead, they would be. But his self control was wow. Sebastian acted so well, his exes said everything.

*And to be honest, even when he was TWS, he could have killed everyone, but he didn't. He could have killed all of the Avengers in Civil War is they were his mission, but they weren't. This is how Natasha survived when she met him, too. It depended on what kind of mission he had (if he wasn't allowed to be seen, then the witnesses would die too, but otherwise? He didn't bother).

2. His skills

People tend to forget how smart and good at making strategies Bucky is. He's been fighting (even though he hates fighting and never wanted to be in the army) for years before he was even captured by Hydra. And this is the reason why government still want him, after all. They can use his strategies as a leader (*cough* Thunderbolts *cough*).

In the last episodes of TFATWS, we could see how he outsmarted everyone. Karli was so terrified of him.

3. Karli Morgenthau

And talking about Karli, the phone call was interesting:

She asked him if he's not tired of fighting for the wrong side, and then told him she's fighting for something bigger than herself.

"And with all the bodies you've collected, have you ever been able to say the same?"

The first thing I wanna point out is how everyone talks about the deaths Bucky caused when he was controlled by Hydra, but everyone ignores the fact that all the Avengers killed far more, but since we consider them the good side, we just don't care.

Clint, Tony, Steve, Wanda etc. They all cause(d) far more deaths than "two dozen" (known assassinations - to quote Natasha), and neither was controlled. The double standards are something else, especially for Clint. (One of the reasons why Tony was on the other side in CW was because of his guilt, after all.)

The second point is how Bucky's answer says a lot more than we might realize at first:

"You don't think I ever fought for something bigger than myself? That's all I ever tried to do, and I failed twice."

Even as TWS, Bucky had to be convinced he is on the right side, that what they do is to save the world, to give "the world the freedom it deserves".

Even brainwashed and put to sleep all the time, he had to be lied to. Bucky as TWS was a victim too. He is not a victim only because he didn't have memories or control, but also because they lied to him and used him as a toy. That milk scene is so loud. (And I am gonna talk about it in a different post). He had no rights, no choices. He was used to being tortured.

[And I wish they explored it more. We deserved and deserve a WS film - maybe with him in Romania getting back his memories, writing in his journal etc.]

"You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won't go away. You're gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust me. Don't do this. Don't go down this path."

Despite being on opposite sides, Bucky still said this to Karli, trying to help her, to make her see the big picture, sharing how he felt and feels.

He is on "the right side". He is a hero, and Bucky being thanked by that man for saving everyone's life was touching.

4. Baron Zemo

You can see how smart, strong, and rational Bucky is when he decides to break Zemo out of jail (his plan was amazing too), risking so much (his relationship with Wakanda people and his own freedom) to get his help for the mess. He puts the cause above his own (huge) trauma. And this makes that moment in Madripoor even more disgusting (he is treated as an object, as a toy):

Zemo: Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.

The way he keeps his composure, reacts and manages the situation... absolutely incredible!

This conversation also says a lot:

Zemo: The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path.

Bucky: Maybe you're wrong, Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve.

Zemo: Touché. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?

Bucky positions himself below Steve, who's considered a good hero, a good person... like no other. But Steve never had to go through what Bucky did: from being kidnapped like that, to being tested o, to falling off the train, to being tortured, and used, and brainwashed for decades, and put to sleep when he was not needed and having n "keepers".

Also, interesting how all Steve wanted was to fight (for a good cause, but still)... and fighting still means violence, meanwhile Bucky never wanted to fight, not even before becoming TWS, in the army (and yet he is still great at fighting. And he is deadly, even when he holds back.). All he wanted was peace.

Despite not getting the "perfect serum", despite being brainwashed, put to sleep, and forced to fight for decades, he is still himself. He never gave in to the dark side for real. He fought in his own way. The first thing he did when he woke up was to choke the Hydra guy with a whole new arm!

Bucky is so underrated: from his intelligence and fighting skills, to how human he is. Being flawed, keeping his sassiness and charm from the 40s, but getting more mature and carrying his past on his shoulders... he's so relatable and real. And every day, he shows Zemo he is wrong.

The show he makes in his final scene with Zemo is absolutely fantastic. He doesn't just prove the point he isn't defined by the serum and Hydra (AND not even by Steve, thanks to Sam. His speech made him realize the important thing about himself: that he decides who he is, not others - even those who know him before becoming TWS- "And this might be a surprise, but it doesn't matter what Steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." parallel to "Steve believed in you. He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield, that is… that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. [...] So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me."), but also that he is superior.

When Zemo tells him that he decided to let him alive (probably so he can kill Karli) and basically calls him a killing machine: "programmed to kill", Bucky plays the role, lets Zemo talk him into killing Karli, and then Bucky watches him waiting for his own death.

The acting was incredible: the shock on Zemo's face and the amusement and somehow relief on Bucky's after he pulls the trigger and lets the bullets fall... He proved him he's THE standard of the super soldier. Because despite everything he went through, he is the best.

[Also, Bucky's line: Imagine my relief is hilarious.]

Zemo telling him to cross his name off felt like a fresh start (+ telling Nakajima the truth).

5. John Walker

John, on the other hand, is lucky Bucky is an understanding person. He gets what is like... the pressure, the environment, the loss, and even tries to help.

Bucky: Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well.

John: I'm not like you!

Of course he is not like Bucky, because Bucky has control. He is not killing to get revenge in a cynical way.

"That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record."

John kept judging Bucky every time they spoke, somehow placing himself above this "broken" man.

"This is all really easy for you, isn't it? All that serum runnin' through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"

This is so wrong on every single level, especially because Bucky didn't choose to take the serum, and he always had his friends' back. He's loyal and ready to sacrifice himself.

The "funny" part about this is John ending up taking the last super soldier serum vial. All the judgement, the disgust, the patronizing tone, just to do that. Plus, of course, to kill someone with the shield.

(John proves Zemo's point about super soldiers, and Bucky does the opposite.)

And what is it easy for Bucky anyway?

He's under government conditions (so CACW coded), he has a vibranium arm that I bet the government would try to take after he dies (HOPEFULLY WHEN HE'S 200 YEARS OLD IN HIS BED, as Sebastian wants too) if he isn't in Wakanda, he is haunted by nightmares (which also can mean he is still Hydra's TWS in another universe as we found out from Strange), and he has to learn how to live for real. He's smart, charismatic, has values and principles, and he's incredible.

We need to see his version of TWS going after everyone Hydra helped. TWS is him, a part of him, and doing that on his terms, having control over it would help him heal.

Time to read it again 🥰

Mechanic And Mistletoe Masterlist

Summary: Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day?

Universe: Mechanic AU

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: Slow build, Mechanic AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst. Each chapter will have individual warnings. 

Total words: 49,455 A/N: Series beta’d by @winchest09​. Aesthetic also done by her. She is my cheerleader, bestie and constant support. 

This series is complete

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Epilogue

This series is complete

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Masterlist

(*) ➞contains sexual innuendos/light smut

(**) ➞contains smut

(▾) ➞contains angst/trigger warning(s)

(°) ➞authors personal favorites

(…) ➞request

(•) ➞holiday themed

(§) ➞alternate universe (AU)

(≈) ➞headcanons (HC)

(۵) ➞prompts

(❅) ➞blurbs

-Confession (…)

-GN!Reader's Birthday (...)(❅)

-Princess Charming (▾)

-The Parents (...)

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Routine Examinations Pt1 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine

Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not.

Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.

Word count: 1650

Pairing: reader x Jimmy Keene

tw: insulin syringe, needles, prison environment, mention of drug dealing

Working in this type of environment, you’d be stupid, borderline suicidal to tell security to leave you alone with a patient. Let alone uncuff them. 

 I myself have only been in that situation twice in my career. Because even if an inmate is an informant, they’re still in jail for a reason. And if they’re desperate enough to become a snitch, their sentence is always a steep one. I’ve never let myself become entangled with desperate men. They’re dangerous. And my job is dangerous enough as it is. Unpredictable enough as it is. 

 James Keene is the last thing I could’ve predicted to walk through my doors. 

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21 year old RADA student Taron Egerton won the coveted Stephen Sondheim Society Student Perfomer of The Year Award 2011 in the finale of the competition at the Queens Theatre in London’s West End on Sunday May 22nd. The competition featured all 12 finalists selected from the qualifying heats and required them to perform 2 songs, a Sondheim number and a new work from a musical theatre composer. Taron chose to sing “Giants In The Sky” from Into The Woods and “May As Well And Why Not” by Craig Adams and Nona Shepherd.

Taron hails from North Wales where he established himself as a more than competent performer with Aberystwyth Arts Centre featuring in Oliver, Little Shop Of Horrors, The Tempest & Return To The Forbidden Planet. More recently with RADA he has excelled in Three Sisters, A Doll’s House, Ajax and The Brothers Karamazov, proving that he is much more than a one trick pony.

Asked why Taron stood out as the unanimous winner, judge, Kerry Ellis (pictured below with Taron) said one thing that set him apart was his totally believable understated performance which was echoed by another of the judges Timothy Sheader who recently produced Into The Woods at the Regents Park Open Air. Anna Francolini thought that his ability to hit and hold every note made his performances faultless, whilst composer and musical director, Sarah Travis, thought that there was a magic in his ability to draw the audience into the songs that he performed. Edward Seckerson, chair of the judges, believed that in another year anyone of the 12 would have been good enough to win but Taron gave a complete performance and as it says in the title it is “Performer Of The Year”.

Pictured right is Taron reprising Giants In The Sky as the competition winner, and below right receiving his cheque for £1,000 from Patrick Hayward, CEO of Overtures (The Bunnett-Muir Musical Theatre Archive Trust) who donated the award. A final word from presenter Julia McKenzie who told Taron that his performance was faultless - no faint praise.  

Source: http://overtures.name/taron-egerton/4551780812

New Fic Alert!

The New Guy and the New Girl

Jimmy Keene x (adult) Reader 

No real warnings apply. It’s just some cute fluff. Bit of romance, no sex  

Summary: Y/N just started working at the prison as a dentist. You never would’ve thought you’d end up here, but here you are. You’re a bit nervous about this new job, but then you meet someone who seems to make it all better. 

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You didn’t ask for this job. You didn’t ask for metal detectors, or the occasional drug test, or all the badges, or the constant surveillance. 

But you did ask for something, and you asked the wrong person. 

You left dental college about six months ago with one, simply request: to get a job as a dentist as quickly as possible. As your mother reminds you, again, and again, you’re not getting any younger. “Yes, mom”, you’d say in your head after each undesired reminder, “I went to school a little late.” Four years to be exact, but only because you got a little sidetracked by a guy and Europe and Italian cheeses. But after the divorce papers were signed, you found your way back to reality. 

And once you finally reached the end of school, you could finally scoop up a bit of that American Dream your grandma always talked about. So you applied for jobs. You thought it’d be easy to get a job as a dentist. You don’t know where that notion came from, but it came and stuck with you, until it was forced after you after the eighteenth rejection email. 

But finally, after a couple of months of searching, you got an interview. The brief convo with the hiring manager was, as you expected, pleasant. In the pre-interview, you were, as you’d always intended to be, confident, cool, unwavered. The interviewer was impressed by this ‘unwavering’ quality, as they noted. This also didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you was the location of the interview: The Outer Depths Prison, about 28 miles south of Chicago. 

Somehow, you never saw yourself ending up in a prison, and yet, you found yourself interviewing at one. You went through the usual checks, background checks, fingerprinting, all pretty routine, but they also had to strip search you–that was quite unusual. Though, the CO was quite cute, so you didn’t mind as much. 

The interview, despite being a little shaken up by the strip search, went well. Once again, the interviewer admired your confidence and unshakability. A week later, you showed up for your first day. 

Your first patient was a fairly young guy, about your age. He had dark hair, brushed back, though not totally tamable. For some reason, he always had a few pieces that stuck up or fell in his eyes. As a result, he was always playing with it. He could never quite leave it alone. 

As soon as you saw him, you asked yourself how he got in here. He wasn’t like the other inmates–not that you would know. You’d never met them. But you’d seen prisoners on TV, so you knew the type. This patient was the type. Sure, he had the right build for it. His shoulders were broad, his arms were like two thick tree branches. You had never seen his chest, but you imagine he had abs to match those shoulders. Despite the football player build, there was a certain softness there too. You sensed it before he even spoke. His hazel eyes were the dead giveaway. They weren’t hardened, like the COs you’d met, or the couple of prisoners you’d seen in the distance upon arrival. Not him. There was something vulnerable right behind his eyes. 

You knew he wasn’t like the others the first time he spoke. 

“Hello,” he had said in a gentle voice, “I’m Jimmy.”

“Dr. Y/N, at your service.”

“The guard said to take it easy on you. He said you were new.” Something shifted then, in his voice and in his eyes. There was a certain confidence there. Was it cockiness, or was it charm? You couldn’t tell, but you wanted to keep listening to find out. 

“I am new, but I have worked on patients before, just in a different setting,” You replied. You didn’t tell him that you’d only worked in dental school and not in the real world. 

“S’alright,” he continued, smirking, “I’m new too.” There was something in the way he looked at you. He was still that confident jock that he had eased into, but that softness in his eyes was creeping back in. the two sides of him, soft, gentle soul and cocky jock were sort of melting together. And you wanted to keep listening. 

“When did you arrive?” You asked him. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask that. In fact, you didn’t know what was taboo and what was fair game. 

“Last week,” he answered. The confidence melted away, and you could see the weight that was bearing on him. You briefly wondered what he left behind, a home, maybe a job, possibly a family. “It’s only been about eight days, and with about 700 more to go, it feels like time has totally stopped. I’d like it to move quicker.”

“It will,” you told him. “I went into dental school late, like really late. So when I saw that it’d take four years, I just felt this dread pass over me. I was really going to have to spend another four years in school, another four years not working, living with my parents, and not really moving forward. Okay, bad example, dental school is nothing like prison.”

“You were in purgatory,” he noted, in a surprisingly non-judgemental way, “I can see what you meant.” 

“Well, in that case, I can assure that your sentence will eventually end. The 700 days will come to an end, and you’ll move forward.”

“Like you’re doing,” he noted. 

“Like I’m doing,” you echoed. 

There was a slight pause, as you both seemed to forget why you were here. And then you remembered: dentistry! 

“Sorry, sir, you had a toothache.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s over here…”

It turned out, his tooth was perfectly healthy. He just had some untreated gingivitis, and the inflammation was causing him some pain. He had remained somewhat calm and collected while you checked him over, but in the moments before you announced his diagnosis, you could see how tense he got. So, you happily announced that there was basically nothing wrong, and he’d just need a regular cleaning to sort him out. 

During his cleaning, the two of you continued to chat. You quickly learned that Jimmy was a big baseball fan, but he wasn’t a Cubs fan. Perhaps revealing a bit too much (which you could tell by the way he blushed) he admitted he didn’t like the Cubs out of slight rebellion. His father was a die-hard Cubs fan, so he grew to love the Red Sox, even though he’s only been to Boston once. You told him that you used to be a Cubs fan, but decided to back the Yankees since you wanted to support a winning team. 

After swapping some baseball stats, and fighting over a recent game, your conversation eased into one about TV. Jimmy revealed that he missed TV. 

“Don’t you guys have a TV room,” you’d remarked. 

“Yes, but I’ve never gotten control of the remote. I always end up watching the news, Letterman, or TV Land, and that doesn’t interest me much.”

You ask him about his favorite shows, and he tells you all about his favorite cop shows, like Miami Vice and Hawaii Five O. the irony doesn’t pass him by. 

After pulling away to let him speak, he said. “Not sure if I can watch those shows anymore, now that I know what it’s like to be in the back of a police car.”

You had so many questions for him. You wanted to know what he was in for. It’s minimum security prison (or minimum for short, you learned), so nothing too terrible. Just something illegal and bad enough to get him two years. You also wanted to know why he did whatever it is he did, and what kind of life he led before prison. But you were just his dentist, not his psychologist or his girlfriend, so you didn’t ask. 

You just asked him something you’d always wanted to know. “I now know what it’s like to be inside a prison, but I don’t know what it’s like inside a police car.”

“Shitty,” he answered, as he tried to stew together something more eloquent. Swallowing hard, he continued, “I had to just stew in the knowledge that I had ruined my own life.” he laid back down and opened his mouth. “Sorry, you were in the middle of something, and I’ve been babbling on.”

“No, it’s okay,” I answered. “A little insight into what it’s like in here wouldn’t hurt.”

“I can tell you what it’s like. Hell. just hell. Like, when I say that, I don’t mean in the colloquial sense, just like, hey it’s hell in there. I mean it as a pretty apt metaphor here. It is hell; we’re trapped here, like demons in hell. We’re given shitty food, which I imagine is the case in hell. It’s hot as hell because the air condition has been broken all summer. And you have to constantly worry about pissing off the wrong person, or else your ass is getting beat.” 

He then looked up at me with those vulnerable eyes of his. Once again, he seemed to think he’d said too much. 

“You asked,” he added cheekily. 

“I’m glad I did,” you answered, swallowing hard. “I think I need to know how people in here think; otherwise, I won’t be able to talk to them, to reach them. I’ll just be an outsider to them.”

“You are an outsider,” he remarked, “But in a good way. You don’t want to fit in here. Trust me.”

“I don’t think you do, either.” You surprised yourself with that comment. “I don’t think you’re one of them.”

“I am one of them,” he insists. 

“Okay, fine,” you relent, because you weren’t about to argue with a stranger about things you didn’t fully understand yet. “We aren’t that alike. But we are alike in one way: we’re both trying to get our footing here.”

He nodded then. “I think we’ll find it. I’ve certainly gotten more used to this place. Perhaps you can as well.” 

“Perhaps I can.” 

“Now,” he continues abruptly, “Shouldn’t you finish cleaning my teeth?”

“Right!” 

Eventually, the appointment comes to end once you finish cleaning his teeth. He gives you a smile, a much brighter one, and tells you, “You’re doing awesome. So don’t let this place intimidate you, alright? You’ve got this.”

“So do you.”

None of your other patients could really measure up to Jimmy. Some were nice, some were mean, some were shockingly cowardly (going as far as to cower in the corner), and some were tough enough to withstand the worst novocain shots. But none of them were like Jimmy. Very few were as open to chatting with you as he did. Most of them had real dental problems, so you couldn’t waste time chatting away while you had to drill and fill and extract. And when they did talk, it was always light fodder. Small talk. You’d discuss the lunch menu, the status of the air conditioning, the itchiness of the sheets, and how people were spending their commissary money. But nothing thought-provoking or particularly memorable. These were conversations you’d forget about in a week. But it’d been weeks and you hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Jimmy. 

Then, without much of a warning, Jimmy returned. He just appeared in your office doorway one day. 

“Do you mind having a look at something?” He asked you. You nodded and invited him inside. 

“How have you been?” You asked him. “Have you adjusted okay?” He rocked his head back and forth, and you knew what that meant; he hadn’t adjusted, at least not much. 

“I can’t really sleep,” he noted, scratching the back of his neck. “And I think I’ve been grinding my teeth, which sucks because I’ve really looked after my teeth. Two months in here, and I’m fucking them up.”

“Okay, let me have a look.” 

He nodded, taking a seat in the chair. You took a seat at his side. He was laying down, and you were hovering over him. Your eyes met his, and you thought, for a second, you might melt. He then popped open his mouth, and you remembered that you had to do your job. 

After poking around his mouth for a bit, he asked you, his voice muffled, “How have you been? I meant to ask earlier, but we jumped into this a little fast.” You pulled the tools out so you could have your convo. You couldn’t help but get butterflies as you geared up to talk to him. 

“Alright,” you answered, “I’ve finally gotten my own apartment. It’s in the eastern part of Chicago.” 

“Nice, I used to live in the Northeast…”

You begin swapping stories about the city, exchanging your favorite pizza joints and Greek restaurants. You quickly discover that he’s Italian and a bit of a connoisseur of the local Italian restaurant scene. You tell him about the handful of good Iranian food spots in the area. 

“I have to admit,” he replied sheepishly, “I haven’t had it.”

“Most people haven’t,” you replied flatly. “But I can make some recommendations–for when you get out.”

“In one year and ten months,” he noted.

“One year and ten months,” you affirmed, “See, that’s already much shorter than when we met. And does that feel like it was so long ago?”

He raised one apprehensive eyebrow. “Kinda, yeah,” he replied. “Does it feel that way too?”

“I’m not counting the days,” you answered.

“Really?” He sounded surprised, which puzzled you. “You’re not counting the days until you can get a different job, maybe one without a barbed wire fence.” 

“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know if and when that’ll happen. I’ve spent years of my life reaching towards some far off goal. It’d be nice if I could just stand still, for a bit, you know, just enjoy what I have now.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this is the place to do it.” 

“It isn’t so bad on my end. Once I’m in here, and the doors are shot, and the CO goes outside the door, I feel like I’m in a regular dentistry. And once the patients come, and I start working, it all just feels like dentistry to me. Really, you don’t have to worry about me.” 

He looked at you, really looked at you. You had to know what he was thinking. What did he want to know about you? 

“I’ll try not to worry about you,” he sighed. 

“You worry about me?”

“Course,” he answered with a coy smile. “The loonies that walk through that door. I think about you all the time, asking myself how you’re managing in this place.” “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing.”

He gazes at you. You recognized that gaze. Men have looked at you before. In particular, a man you divorced. 

“So,” you start searching around for your tools, your eyes darting all around your tray. At last, you pick one up. “You wanted to know if you were grinding your teeth.”

“Oh, that,” he said flatly. You catch something in his voice, something off. 

“Yeah, you said you were grinding your teeth. Right?”

“Can I be honest with you?” He said in a soft voice. 

“Of course,” you answered, dropping your gaze. “What do you need?” 

“I’m not grinding my teeth. At least, I don’t think I am. I only said that because,” he paused and sighed. “Oh god this sounds so middle school.”

“What?” You said teasingly. Perhaps you were back in middle school. 

Smirking, he explained, “I lied about my teeth because I wanted to see you.”

You looked up at him with a wide, doe-eyed expression. You tried to shake it off, but you couldn’t stop staring. 

“You wanted to hang out with me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Well, I’m glad you stopped by because I have been wondering how you were holding up.”

“You know,” he added coyly, “What if I were to need some more dentistry done.”

“Like what? Your teeth are remarkably perfect.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because it’s not real. It’s just an appointment slot that you’ll leave open for me.”

“How often?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. Once a week?” 

That made you smile a big goofy smile. “Once a week, you and I can just come in, chat for a bit, and I’ll send you on your way.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, just some chatting.”

But as soon as he said that, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew what you were slipping into, but you did nothing to get your footing. You just said, “I want to see you again, and again, and again, and again.”

And that cocky confidence punched its way through the softness, “Likewise.” 

And you melted right then and there, like puddy in the hot sun.

Routine Examinations Pt5 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine

Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not and deviates from the show’s plot.

Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.  

Word count: 5746 (its a long one!)

Pairing: Reader x Jimmy Keene

TW: angst, prison environment, mention of insulin injection, assault, SA, use of knife, panic attack, blood.

The guard hasn’t even reached the door when his radio starts going off in a frenzied panic. He’s not Nelson nor is he Carter. I don’t ask his name because he’s definitely introduced himself before, but I can’t remember it for the life of me. 

“Ma’am is it okay if I step out for a moment, something’s going on at the guard station,” there’s an uneasiness to his voice as he stares down at the radio attached to his belt. Multiple voices yell out code numbers to each other and despite having worked here long enough that I should know at least some of them, I don’t.

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Taron brought his best friend to set with him for two reasons. Taron's very proud that he has gotten the role and that his best friend is a massive Elton John fan. "Look you will be fine i promise, he is a very kind person and won't bite your head off." Taron said attempting to calm his best friend down. "Yeah I know but it's just the fact that I'm meeting Sir. Elton. John. Who also happens to be my idol!" Y/n rolls her eyes. Taron ran out of words of encouragement so he simply placed his hand on her thigh.

Taron walks hand in hand with his best friend while greeting crew members as they pass by, until a strong voice catches their attention. "Taron darling! Is this your lady friend you have been telling me so much about?" Taron looks to the ground in embarrassment before he reply's with "Yes this is Y/n." Elton send a big smile towards Y/n Making her feel more comfortable. "Hello darling it's wonderful to meet you!" Elton stated while offering a hug.

After two and a half hours in hair and make up taron was ready to shoot a scene.

"These dungaree's make my arse look massive" Taron stated while coming out of the dressing room. "Oh c'mon they are not that bad" y/n said with a wide smile. "Oh and darling" y/n looks at his eyes "your staring" a smirk appears on his face. "Shouldn't you be on set mr massive arse?" Y/n changing the subject.

Taron was waiting for his cue to start acting and was talking to the director Dexter Fletcher. Y/n was stood at the back of the room daydreaming until a music legend brought her back to reality. "Having a good time over here?" Y/n was a little stunned at first "oh yeah." "Did you know that man over there absolutely adores you" y/n heart fluttered. There was something about her idol telling her that her best friend adores her that made her heart feel as if butterflies lived inside of her. "Well i adore him too, i hate to think about life without him." Y/n looking towards Taron "oh sweetheart you don't adore that man" Y/n sends Elton a confused look "You love him." Elton looks very confident while saying he last sentence and Y/n felt like her chest was going to burst. She always wanted something to happen between her and her best friend but was nervous to make a move so she found a way to suppress her feelings towards the welsh boy. "Ugh im annoyed at the fact you can see it" she says in a laughing matter. "Its clear my dear" Elton says putting a hand on the girls shoulder "yeah clear to everyone except him" she says  annoyed. "Oh give it time. There is only so much acting you can to to hide your emotions"

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Neil Gaiman and Rob Wilkins at the British Library event The Worlds of Terry Pratchett: Neil Gaiman and Rob Wilkins 21.11.2023

Neil about Good Omens Season 3: I need to clarify something, because the word has gone out that it's been greenlit. And what has actually been greenlit at this point is me writing the scripts. I have been commissioned to write the scripts. We are still waiting on tenterhooky tenterhooks for... I've been told we are only a couple of virtual clicks away, but those clicks have not yet been clicked. So when they are, the world will know.

It makes you wonder what kind of father Jensen is, he defends John parenthood to death 😅😅

JDM does too, but he didn't even knew what was happening in the show and always played him as a loving father

spn season 1 is so funny. they made the main plot line finding sam and dean’s missing father. but like. the guys not missing. he’s just avoiding them.

Testament of Youth | Script to Screen

I was sitting next to Lauren McCauley on the plane that is heading to Springfield, Missouri to take Jimmy Keene there as a ‘prisoner who was arrested for arms dealing.’ She was going over the file of Larry Hall with me. Jimmy was dressed in street clothes and sitting at a table with the other agents and talking about who knows what. Every once in a while I see him glance over at me.

Lauren calls to him “Hey, Jim, I need you over here for a bit.” He tells her “Sure. Give me a minute.” She says, more sternly “No minute. Come on.” Jimmy comes over and sits down across from us. He looks me up and down and I feel my face get hot. Lauren begins “You wanna be out of prison yesterday, right?” Jimmy nods. She continues “And the feeling’s only gotten worse since we dangled this carrot, correct?” Jimmy nods. She tells him “Like a clock tick, tick, ticking away. Right? Don’t let the clock rule you.”

Lauren looks at me. Jimmy and I have met a couple times before when Lauren was meeting him at the Illinois prison and asking him what he read about the case. I tell him “Don’t approach Hall to early, or he’ll know we sent you for him.” He says “I hear you.” Lauren and I talked about a plan going forward. I launch into it, “Besides the warden and Dr. Zicherman, I’m your only other safety line. When I visit you treat me like your girlfriend. Slip me tongue, grab my ass, whatever.” Jimmy perks up. He asks with a nervous laugh, “Grab your ass?” Reiterating, I say “Yes. Cop a feel. Do what it takes.” He leans forward, looks me in the eyes and says seductively “Should we practice now?” I felt a little in a trance.

Lauren breaks it by saying “If shit hits the fan, you get to Zicherman or Warden Price, and have them call us ASAP. And Jimmy do not get any time added to your sentence, understand? If you get time tacked to your sentence, it supersedes our deal. It will be beyond our control. You’ll be stuck doing Springfield time.” He asks “What if I have to defend myself?” She says “Don’t maim anyone. And don’t get caught.”

Jimmy stands up and goes back to join the guys. She turns to me and says “Don’t let any of the things he says, lets you forget why we’re doing this.” I ask her “What do you mean exactly?” She says “I saw the way you two were looking at each other. Remember he’s a womanizer and knows how to play women to get what he wants.” I look over at Jimmy and then back at Lauren. I tell her “It’s all an act.” I think. She tells me “It better be.”

Lauren stands up and walks to the back of the plane. I lean my head back against the head rest and look out the window. After 15 minutes, I stand up and go sit on one of the couches. The guys get comfortable in their chairs and Lauren gets comfortable in hers as they start drifting off to sleep. I have a hard time closing my eyes because what Lauren said keeps running through my mind. Distracted by the thoughts, I don’t hear Jimmy come over and take the seat next to me.

He quietly asks “Can we talk?” I look around and tell him “Follow me.” We head to the back part of the plane that is shielded from the others. I lean against the table and cross my arms while Jimmy stands across from me. He is leaning against the opposite table with his hands against the edge of it. I ask “What did you want to talk about?” He looks at the floor, says “The part about when you do visits.” I ask “Which part exactly?” He looks at me, says “The part that said ‘do whatever it takes.’” I ask to clarify, “What about that did you want to talk about?” He says as he takes a step closer, “If we’re going to make it look believable…we should probably make sure we know each other in that sense.” Please, say what I think you mean. I ask “How do you want to do that?” He asks the same question he asked earlier, “Should we practice?”

I look in the direction of where everyone is. I bite the inside of my bottom lip. I say “I could get in trouble and Lauren is going to be pissed.” He steps closer to me, puts a hand on my left arm and says “She wants us to play the parts anyways. What is one little ‘practice’ going to hurt?”

My arms still crossed, I close the gap between us. I tilt my head up toward him as he tilts his down. My tongue at the back of my bottom teeth, I place my lips against his. He brushes his tongue against my lips and if as obeying…I let him in. I moved my arms to around his torso, up to his shoulder blades and pulled him closer. His arms moved to my lower back. I then move my arms to around the back of his neck and he wraps tighter around my waist. I then feel his arms loosen as his hands move to my butt and give a little squeeze. I smile against his lips. He then bends down a little, sliding his hands down to the back of my thighs, lifts and then I do a little hop and wrap my legs around his waist.

Jimmy steps to the table, leans forward and lowering me to the table. He starts kissing down my neck and chest and I run my fingers through his hair. Jimmy slides the hem of my shirt up and gives some attention to my stomach. I lay my left arm back against the table and my right hand continues running through his hair. Feeling his tongue on my skin makes my back arch a little.

After a little bit, he goes back to my lips. His left arm wraps around my lower back and places his right hand against the back of my left knee. Jimmy pulls closer to him and then stands back up without breaking the kiss. I am now sitting on the edge of the table, he pulls away. I tell him, breathlessly “Yeah…there is a…good chance we can make this believable.” He gives me smirk but with a hint of realization.

We rearrange our clothes. I peek out the door and it looks like everyone is still asleep. We make our way back to our seats. I give him one last look and I feel my face get hot. A couple more hours pass when the plane eventually lands. Everyone steps on to the tarmac and Jimmy is handcuffed, immediately. We walk with him to the van. He climbs in, turns to me and gives a look of concern. I hope my eyes tell him, ‘When this is over…lets pick up where we left off.’ He then takes a seat. Lauren tells him “Remember what we said Jimmy.” I tell him “Be careful. We’ll be in touch.” Jimmy gives me a look as if questioning with a hint of fear. The van doors close. Lauren and I watch it drive off to the prison.

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Jimmy stands at the bedroom door and stares at you with an angry look on his face

The way he looks at me tells me I've displeased him in some way. But what? All kinds of different possibilities rush through my mind as I try to find out exactly what I've done. His stern look when I was about to turn stops me, and I stay rooted to the spot as you close in on me. I swallow when he stops just inches away.

"I can see the wheels spinning inside your pretty head. Have you figured out why I'm not pleased with you?" I look down at my toes and take a deep breath.

"No, master. I'm so sorry." I hate to disappoint him, but I can't lie to him either. His sigh brushed over my forehead, and he tilted my head upwards till our eyes met. I can see affection cross his face before it gets replaced by an intensity that makes me shiver in delight.

"Then let me remind you." His hand under my chin won't let me look anywhere else than at him. "In the bar earlier tonight, what happened?" My eyes widen when I realise what his talking about. I had no idea he would even see it in the crowded room, and I swallow.

"A man... kissed me... when I came out from the ladies' room." He can barely hear my whisper, but it was loud enough. His grip on my chin tightens slightly when I try to avert my eyes, so I quickly meet his eyes again.

"That is correct, and what did you do?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Nothing." I whisper. The growl in his throat was sexy, yet I know it's a warning.

"And why, little girl, did you do nothing?"

"I was too surprised, master. And when I realised what was happening, it was over." It's the truth, but I know it's not going to calm him that easily. He growled again.

"Look at me." The note in his voice makes my eyes snap open, and I take a quick breath when I see the intensity in his eyes. "Get undressed and stand with your back against the wall." I blink for a few seconds before I quickly do as he asked me to. I can already feel the arousal spreading through my limbs. I watch him cross the room to the locked cupboard where he keeps our special toys. He rummage through it for a little while before coming back with leather cuffs, a leather belt, and something that looks like a strap-on of some sort. He puts everything but the cuffs down on a nearby table before coming to stand before me. I don't have to hear the order before I offer my wrists to him, and he secures each cuff firmly around my wrists. Then I lift my arms over my head so he can attach them to the bolts in the wall. I can already feel the wetness drenching my sex. He places a chaste kiss on my forehead and place one hand over my pussy and the other on my hip, pushing me against the cold wall. His fingers slide easily through my wetness before he push two fingers inside, making me gasp in pleasure. His mouth at my ear, jimmy tugs my earlobe between his teeth.

"Who is your master?" With the words jimmy push his fingers hard inside me.

"You." I moan and move my hips against his hand, eager for more. With his free hand on my hip he pushes me back against the wall again, hard.

"That's right. You belong to me. Who's allowed to touch what's mine?" His teeth tug at the sensible skin at my throat and the warm breath from his mouth brushes over my neck.

"Only you, master. Others needs your permission." The hum of approval he lets out is vibrating through his throat and I let out a pleased sigh. He straighten up and curl one hand in the hair at my neck and pull my face up to his, still his fingers are impaling me, slowly moving in and out in my wet channel.

"That's right. Mine." Then his mouth crashes down on mine, and he reclaims my mouth in a passionate kiss, which gets more possessive for each second. He suck my tongue and bite my lip, before thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I suck it greedily. There's nothing gentle about it, I know he erasing all my memories of other men touching what's his. And I love every second of it. Suddenly he pull away, leaving me gasping for air, and pulls his fingers out of my aching pussy. I watch as he greedily lick his fingers clean and murmurs "mine". I love it when he get possessive, it makes me feel special. His wicked grin as he turn against the table with toys sends tingling shivers through my body. I can't wait to see what he has got in mind for me. When he turns back to me, he is holding the strap-on thing in his hand, and lube in the other one. I frown and about to say you don't need the lube, but then I see the fairly big butt plug attached to the strap-on. My eyes dart from the plug to his eyes.

"It's soon time to claim your ass, but for now, this will be a nice little invasion, don't you think?" I snort mentally when he holds the plug small , but the heat waves rolling through me and sending more of my juices to my wet core is enough for us both.

"You want it, don't you? You want this little bad boy to fill up your tight ass." I nod, my eyes fixed on it as he steps closer.

"Say it. Tell me what you want." The command in his voice makes me squirm in delight.

"I want it in my ass, master. Please, please let me have it, master." My voice is hoarse and pleading, filled with desire. He reaches over my head and unhooks one of my wrists.

"Turn around." I quickly do so, and then he grabs my wrist and refastens it to the wall. his hand then slides down my arm, over my shoulder and down my spine to my ass, making me shiver. One hard, fast slap against my ass makes me yelp in surprise and bump into the wall. The sting quickly dissolves into heat and mixes with the desire flooding my body. I can feel Jimmy's lips on my shoulder and the heat radiating off his body against my naked skin where he stands right behind me. The breath against my cheek before his gruff voice hands me another command.

"Spread your legs, and push your butt out. Wider, wider. That's it." his hand gently caress my butt and thighs before I suddenly feel cold lube drip down my ass crack. I gasp at the cold sensation, then moan when he Spreds it along my crack before focusing It in my tight little hole. I moan when he teasingly push his thumb barely inside, then pull it out again a few times. his hands disappear for a moment before he slides one hand around my waist, settling his hand firmly on my lower abdomen. Then I feel the cold lubed plug against my hole and instantly brace myself against the invasion.

"Breathe and relax your limbs, sweetheart. It'll make it easier." With a sharp inhale I slowly do as he says, and feel the pressure against my hole increase before it starts to slide in. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, and feel it slide deeper and deeper, stretch me wider, wider, and then his palm connects with my skin. Quickly he fasten the strap-on in place and I'm struggling to adjust to the sudden fullness in my butt. It's oddly wonderful, and I can feel myself getting wetter again. I tryingly squeeze my muscles around the plug and moan as the pleasure shoots through my body. he unhook my wrist again and commands me back in my original position. I hesitate to move, afraid I'll melt to a puddle of sensations at his feet, but his stern voice makes me obey and small moans escape me with every move I have to do.

I lift my arm over my head once my back is against the wall again, and Jimmy clicks his tongue in approval. Instead of securing my wrist right over my head with the other one, he makes me move slightly so he can fasten it in the second hook. My arms now spread to the side above my head cause my breasts to perk out at him with erect nipples, begging for his attention. Jimmy ignores them however, coming closer till he is pressed against the whole length of my body. The texture of his clothes rubbing against my hot, sensitive skin is making me squirm, and I rub myself against him as best I can. I love how vulnerable I am. It heightens my arousal even more. Then he smiles wickedly as he lets his hands roam over me, followed by his hot, wet mouth. Every nook and cranny on my body gets explored and every time he hits a sweet spot I moan loudly as I automatically flex around the plug in my butt, heightening the pleasure. I want he's mouth on my pussy, the only spot besides my breasts he's neglected.

"Master, please, I want you so bad." My voice is so hoarse of desire I don't recognise it. Jimmy smile against my thigh.

"Where do you want me?"

"On my pussy, master. Please." his teeth tug roughly at my skin before he rises to his full length in front of me.

"No." he swiftly removed his shirt before starting at his trousers. I follow his moves hungrily and lick my lips when he is wonderfully naked in of me . he grabs the base of my neck and pulls my face till our noses nearly touch. "You have not earned my tongue on your dripping wet pussy, you let another man's lips touch your skin. Even though it wasn't intentional, I have to remind you who you belong to." his free hand cups my pussy tight. "Who is your master?"

"You." I gasp.

"Who do you belong to?" Jimmy Let's one finger slide between my puffy lips, drawing a deep moan from me.

"You, master."

"Good girl, now, who owns your pleasure?" his lips brushes mine as he speaks.

"You, master." I whisper hoarsely. He smiles, pleased with my responses.

"And what does that mean?"

"I can't cum without your permission, master." I swallow. My body feels like it's going to burn up and I already feel on edge.

"Very good." He places his hands on my thighs and shoves me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and moan when the plug feels like it's getting deeper in this position. I didn't get time to blink before he slammed his cock inside my soaking channel, hitting bottom in one stroke. Gasping for air I fight against the orgasm that wants to wreck my body. Too soon, it's too soon. But the combination of the plug and you filling me up simultaneously is more than I can take. It takes all my focus to push back the climax when he start thrusting and rotating his hips. he Shows no mercy as he fucks me hard and deep, and the pleasure is driving me insane. I need to cum soon, or else I'm afraid I'll pass out from the intensity. Jimmy's powerful thrusts are increasing in speed and ferocity and I can barely breathe, the pleasure is so intense.

"Cum for me now." His words are all it takes for me to crash into the climax and I shout his name as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure tears me apart and leaves me sobbing in ecstasy in Jimmys arms. he growl into my neck seconds before I feel the first shot of his cum against my still convulsing vaginal walls, followed by the rest of his cum. Filling me up and mixing with my juices. When we both are able to breathe again, he unhooks me from the wall and we slide utterly spent down on the floor, he pulls me up in to his lap and puts his arms around me, holding me tight.

"Mine, and don't you ever forget it." his hoarse voice wraps around me and I snuggle closer, wrapping my arms around Jimmys waist.

"I'm yours, and yours alone, master. I desire nothing else."

"good girl"

merthur fic recs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8163464 soulmate au, can’t lie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/689934 merlin returns to camelot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43117?view_adult=true truth spell

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19323070 merlin being spoiled

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19259113 tales of emrys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/413847?view_adult=true post it notes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11882160 boyfriend test, protective morgana

https://archiveofourown.org/works/958295 chocolate and spies

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1449505 merthur at Hogwarts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18741493/chapters/44456014 heartstrings soulmate au, morgwen, arthur knows abt morgana and merlin’s magic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26148382/chapters/63619297 lord!merlin, oblivious arthur

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127561/chapters/71505519#workskin court jester merlin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6092269/chapters/13964185 THEE merthur fic, modern au, arthur returns (my all-time fav)

Please protect these two, your honor...

You remember how I told everyone the plot of Season 2 before it aired?

(Everyone tries to remember and then shakes their heads.)

That's right. I didn't. I spent several years going "wait and see". And you waited and you saw.

I'm not going to reveal any of the plot of Season 3, either. So there's really no point in asking me to make things happen, or to tell me what you do or you don't want to happen. I'm not going to.

I just came across a fanfic that has over 2 MILLION words. And you know what ship it was??? Fucking Merthur

:))) (could they beat this? :D)

When I say slow burn, I absolutely mean that it took me 16 chapters for Dean and Cas to even kiss for the first time.

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All the while Benny and Dean were dry humping in the woods 😂

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Read my fic y’all! I update frequently

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Sam and Dean are your idiot older brothers. Dean gets badly hurt on a hunt one day, and after scaring you half-to-death, he wakes up and reassures you that everything will always be okay. [non-pairing, f!reader, fluff, 16+]

The Cost Of Friendship - Masterlist

Pairing: Bartender!Dean x Female!Reader

Summary: After a string of troubled ex’s and bad dates, Y/N is frustrated, wanting something with no strings attached for a while. She turns to her best friend Dean and they find themselves in a friends with benefits arrangement. However, Dean has a secret. He’s been in love with Y/N since their high school days and he’s never found the courage to tell her. Could now be his chance or will he end up with his heart broken?

Warnings: Language, Angst… Like, so much angst you guys. This is the angstiest thing I’ve written so far. Smut (Warnings will be marked in detail in individual chapters).

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Unpopular opinion: I'm glad they didn't have the budget

what a missed fucking opportunity 🥵🥵😍😍