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commence-screaming · 1 month
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can we have some good dallas and houston brother moments i like... don't see enough of that lol
Hiiii manekiiii Y’know, Eric once said that he wished there had been more development with these two. Sharing their highs and lows. a dual perk that lets you do something like that. Quick shoutout to the Panic Room server and @ghousebox for the voice lines, they totally inspired this
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They’ve gone over the plan dozens of times at this point, no need to remind everybody of the blueprints. This should be a quick in and out, under thirty minutes flat. Houston and Dallas stand against the side of the van, a comfortable yet tenuous silence blanketing them. Pre-heist jitters.
A soft click of a lighter illuminates Houston’s thoughts—Dallas is counting on him to do his job. I can’t mess this up.
The man in question holds out his lighter between his index and his thumb, glancing at the Ghost, a silent offer. Houston takes it, trying not to care. Nicotine fills the air with an aching burn, the both of them breathing in poison and exhaling their worries.
I’ll spot you, Dallas doesn’t say.
I know you will, his response audible somewhere in the space between clouds of twinning smoke.
When the cigarette burns out, the younger heister crushes the butt with a fist, holding his hand up to his brother. Dallas casually brushes the back of Houston’s hand with his own, half a fist bump, half a handshake; an acknowledgment.
The Ghost pulls the mask over his head, obscuring his face.
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(Something goes wrong! Houston out of grenades so Dallas TOSSES him one and they work in tandem, Dallas wouldn’t be able to have a good angle so Houston is able to score the shot. But I do not know how to write this HELP)
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They’re forced into a corner, taking a different route back to freedom. Heavy footsteps race in their direction, the both of them barreling through trees and shattering branches underneath their shoes. Dallas hears bullets whizzing past his ears, the crack of a round embedding itself into wood. He shouts at Houston to hurry up, a quick burst of inspiration as the Ghost starts the van. Muscle memory tricks him into reaching for a grenade when there’s nothing to be found.
Dallas just barely grasps the door handle, a panicked yell as he signals for Houston to step on the gas. They peel away before Dallas even shuts the door—cops are hot on their trail, firing at the escape vehicle. Gunpowder fills the air, sticks to their clothes as bullets clip the paint off of the van. The heisters cringe at the sound of metal being pierced, barely stopped by the flimsy box that was the only thing between them and certain death.
Houston tries to catch his breath and drive simultaneously, his veins bursting with adrenaline. For a solid minute it’s just the two of them, air conditioner put on blast as the engine hums. Dallas checks behind them again and again, gun drawn beneath their feet. Only when he puts it down does Houston finally relax.
“We’re in the clear,” he rasps, reality starting to hit him as he tries to calm his nerves.
“I almost can’t believe we did it,” the Crew Chief says, a slow smile spreading across his face as he vocalizes exactly what Houston was thinking. Dallas’ tacky mask stays on, but the Ghost can tell that he’s grinning. They lock eyes for a moment, relief and joy mixed up together.
They almost died. They almost died, yet their bodies weren’t cooling on the unforgiving ground. Sure, Houston will have to order new parts for the van but that’s a small price to pay considering. Considering—
In a move uncharacteristic of him, Houston grabs his brother’s wrist, raising their arms as if they’ve won a contest. His grip is tight as he shudders, betraying his fear. They’ve made it out alive and whole and well and—
“We did it.”
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blueberrysnake · 3 months
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Summary: After secret life ends, Scar is not okay. Grian goes to check and secrets are finally revealed. Oh, and Mumbo is there too.
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likeshipsonthesea · 2 years
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when you want
coda of sorts to 5x14 -- see author’s note on ao3 for warnings.
          Eddie shuts the door to the truck behind him and shields his eyes from the sun with his hand, peering at the entrance to the building. Sometimes Eddie gets here a minute or two late or Christopher finishes early, and he’ll already be standing at the door waiting for Eddie’s truck to pull in, and all Eddie will get is a distant wave from Christopher’s instructor, Siena, before they go.
           Today isn’t one of those days, though, and with a bounce in his step, Eddie starts towards the entrance.
        ��  Christopher and Siena aren’t out yet when Eddie gets to the stands, so he rests back against the railing, curling his hands around it, and keeps his eyes trained on the locker room doors. He drums his fingers against the metal, tap-tap-tap. Counting down the seconds.
           Really, Eddie doesn’t know why he gets so—excited seems like a stretch. Anticipating maybe fits better. There’s no reason for it, though. Even when Siena comes out, there’s no guarantee it’ll even happen, and even if it does, there’s absolutely no reason to be standing here waiting for it like it’s something special. It doesn’t even mean anything. It’s ridiculous, but—
           “Dad!”
           Christopher comes tumbling out of the locker room, covered in dirt and beaming wide enough that Eddie can’t see his eyes through his squint. Siena trails behind as Christopher hurries over, wearing the same smile everyone who spends more than five minutes with Christopher can’t help. Christopher knocks into Eddie’s hip when he gets within range, more stumbling than intentional, but Eddie gladly takes whatever willing affection he can get from his pre-teen nowadays. He steadies Chris with a hand on his shoulder, then lets himself run that hand through Christopher’s dusty hair.
           “Hey, buddy.” Eddie allows Christopher to pull back, returning his smile as Chris peers up at him. “How were the horses today?”
           “I got to ride Lucky today!” Christopher rocks in place with his excitement. “Then he ate a sugar cube out of my hand!”
           After months of this, Eddie hardly even needs to tamp down on any lingering fear at the thought of Christopher riding a horse without him around, which lets him focus instead on the second half of Christopher’s story. “Yeah?” Eddie glances up at Siena. “The sugar cubes were alright?”
           Siena waves him off, smiling amiably. “Your husband checked with me last week. Sugar cubes are great treats for the horses.”
           All the restless energy from the waiting settles comfortably in Eddie’s chest like a sigh. “Oh,” he says, “good.”
           Really, it’s so dumb. It doesn’t mean anything. Still, Eddie waits for it every time.
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pocket-dragon · 4 months
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Durge murder aura detected
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givemeureyes · 9 months
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day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.
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My fav part in Stayed Gone is when Al is bullying him, Vox tries to physically block Al's radio
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And then the next scene it shows that Vox didn't block shit and just recreated Alastor's radio on his TVs to rp himself doing literally anything to effect the situation meanwhile in reality nothing has actually changed
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Which is??? Honestly???? So embarrassing for him. Why do you have Al's radio room saved like a fucking screensaver you absolute gay loser
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lgbtlunaverse · 2 months
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
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roseworth · 9 months
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i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy
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yeehawpim · 6 months
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a comic about my weird irreverence for canon
go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!
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sansacule · 23 days
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Are there any fics that explore this?
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stoopidstapler · 8 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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commence-screaming · 1 month
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Hiii I meant to finish this for valentines but too bad I guess hahaa hehehe dedicated to Violinist from the Panic Room server—hello! I liked your animation so here’s Bain tucking Dallas in :)
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The night is quiet, a contrast from how the Safehouse is in the morning. There’s barely a single moment of silence with how Jimmy goes around with the sole purpose of messing with people. It’s like he’s allergic to being calm—whenever he isn’t blackout drunk, that is.
Dallas doesn’t hate him, but it’s hard to take a nap in the annex where all of their bedrooms are. (Sangres is usually enough to distract the guy… usually.)
The Crew Chief works late into the night, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion, his legs becoming numb from sitting in a chair all day.
Just five more minutes, Dallas thinks to himself again and again, resisting the temptation to take a nap. This work isn’t gonna do itself.
There’s a point where he decides to rest his eyes, blacking out on his desk with no sense of how much time has passed. He softly snores, mind melting away into sludge. It’s cold over here. His back hurts, but he can’t find the energy to get up.
Nathan stays like that for a while until he registers the faint sound of a door creaking open. Someone—with just as much insomnia to rival his own—walks in, steady footsteps coming toward him, though Dallas doesn’t move. His eyes are open just a crack, not quite asleep but not quite awake, either.
It’s Bain—Dallas can tell by his build. The navigator stands there, thinking about what he should do next. Dallas finds his indecisiveness different from how Bain normally presents himself, quirking a lip up at how cute that is. His guide is out of sight for a few moments, stooping down to slide an arm under Dallas’ knees, the other one supporting his neck and back.
Nathan watches as his Watcher gently cradles him against his broad chest, soft yet carrying a hidden strength. He can almost fall asleep against him, but the Crew Chief wants to be awake for this. Bain hasn’t noticed that he’s pretending to be unconscious just as an excuse to spend time with him.
It’s a bittersweet feeling when the leader manages to open the door to his Caporegime’s bedroom, making sure to strip the sheets off the bed before laying him onto the mattress. Bain tucks Nathan in so that he doesn’t freeze tonight, patting down the blankets.
The navigator looks nervous, glancing toward each possible entrance into the house, and Dallas is curious as to what he’ll do next. Bain breathes a sigh of relief, seemingly hyping himself up before leaning down to brush his lips against his Crew Chief’s forehead. It feels like freedom, smells like seafoam. He stands there for a moment, halfway embracing him, reluctant to leave.
When Bain metaphorically tears his feet off the ground to walk away from Dallas, he finally decides to bite the bullet as he shuffles over to the door to close it. Moonlight filters in through the half-open blinds, illuminating Bain’s features and giving him an ethereal appearance. Dallas can almost imagine a halo around his head as he tries his best to make sure the mattress doesn’t squeak when he slips underneath the covers right next to him. Nathan is grateful for the darkness—his Watcher would’ve seen his smile. He’s awesome when he pretends to be unfazed, but adorable when he drops the act.
Dallas feels his navigator’s gaze on him for long enough that he takes the chance to lazily shift towards him. The mastermind leans into Bain’s form, his warmth surrounding him, flowing through him like a gentle breeze. Hands grasp his shoulders, quickly accepting the circumstances, pulling him in close enough to where Dallas can smell his cologne. The blanket is soft, but Bain’s touch is softer as he wraps his arms around Nathan, almost protectively.
The rise and fall of his Watcher’s chest is a comfort to him, and he can’t resist reciprocating his hug with a sigh. Bain hardly even flinches, to his credit. It feels like this can last forever, this loving touch, the time they’re spending together.
It’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough.
When Nathan wakes up in the morning, there is a sense of happiness in his heart. The cologne is still faintly there, almost comforting him through the absence of warmth. Once, it was like being splashed with cold water. Now, it’s a tug on something that has long ceased to exist. It’s as if it were real.
The clock reads 3 AM, staring at it unblinkingly before turning back around.
He sighs.
He must have fallen asleep while going through Bain’s things.
His navigator was like a gentle breeze, there for a moment. One moment, and he is left with this, only this. He is left with shambles of what could’ve been.
Nathan closes his eyes.
When he’s finally unconscious, the dream doesn’t come back to him.
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aitadjcrazytimes · 3 months
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likeshipsonthesea · 2 years
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good pretender - ch1/4
a.k.a. fwb. it is done. it is 85k and ridiculous and i hope y’all enjoy reading it half as much as i have enjoyed writing it. check ao3 for tags~
“Okay, but what are the rules?”
Ravi stares. “The rules for…?”
“Casual sex.”
Ravi continues to stare. It is 5:39 in the morning.
Buck keeps talking, unprompted. “I can’t just go back to Buck 1.0. Bobby will not give me a third chance if I steal the ladder truck again.”
“You don’t need to steal the ladder truck to have casual sex.”
Buck huffs, as if Ravi is intentionally missing the point. “Well, yeah, but who knows what Buck 1.0.2 would be capable of.”
Ravi shakes his head. “I really need the software updates to stop.”
or, an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need
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retrogradedreaming · 2 years
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“Ao3 needs an algorithm” no it doesn’t, part of the ao3 experience is scrolling through pages of cursed content looking for the one fic you want to read until you get distracted by a summary so cursed that it completely derails your entire search
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gremnda · 17 days
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Hello Ethubs nation :]
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