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Red Noses (1932) James W. Horne

July 7th 2023

#red noses #1932 #james w. horne #thelma todd #zasu pitts #blanche payson #Germaine De Neel #lyle tayo #billy gilbert #hal roach #short #pre-code

[gallavichthings]

It's time!

How would you all like 21 22 fics on the 21st 22nd of December?

The Gallavich Masquerade Ball 2023 is now open! Grab a glass of champagne or anything else you'd prefer, some hors d'oeuvres, and choose your (first) dance partner for the night!

You can check all the fics in our AO3 collection or on this post, after the cut. A list of all authors with links to their profiles is also included. This post is pinned so you can check it whenever you want.

And here's the link for the form where you can put your guesses. It's only one form for all the fics, so please wait to submit your guesses only after you've read them all.

Here's the updated point system:

Points for readers: Correct guess on first choice: 5 points. Correct guess on second choice: 2 points. Incorrect guess: lose 1 point. (Please note that you only lose 1 point per story, even if you guess incorrectly on both choices.)

Points for writers: If someone correctly guesses your fic (regardless of in the first or second choice): 1 point. If someone wrongfully guesses your fic: 3 points.

Leaving kudos and comments is allowed and appreciated! Writers are also allowed to answer, but it's up to them whether to already do it or wait until everyone's identity is revealed so as not to give anything away accidentally. Oh, and if you want to post something about the fics here on Tumblr but can't tag them, I can serve as buffer for now lol.

Oh, and the surprise? The winners will get some great fanart, courtesy of the talented @doshiart! Isn't that awesome?! 🥂

Cheers!

Keep reading to get a list of all the fics with their summaries and word count, as well as a list of all the authors, with links to their AO3 profiles.

FICS:

AITA?  (2,072)

AITA? My new clients (29M and 31M) threatened me and I want to fire them. I know that’s not official therapist speak. TLDR; I want to encourage them to have healthier boundaries and find a new therapist, but until then, what do I do?

Attitude adjustment (4,483)

Post-canon Ian and Mickey figure out some relationship issues. That includes insults, (play-)fighting, more insults, and orgasms. Or: Mickey is having an attitude. Thank god Ian knows exactly what to do.

Black Charcoal meets Fiery Red (1,838)

Ian poses in a life drawing class. A straight forward job, if not for the guy with the blue eyes who can't stop staring at him.

Carnival (3,136)

Ian and Mickey spend the evening at a carnival... "Ian locked the car’s door, and put his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, as they walked towards the carnival. He had brought the leaflet home a few days ago, wiggling the colorful sketch of a carousel and the outdated font under Mickey’s nose with some hopeful glee. Mickey had protested for habit sake, but had caved in pretty easily..."

Five Dates with Brad f*cking Pitt (4,269)

Sometimes things may not be what they seem. Especially when there are assholes around who add fuel to the fire just for the sake of a fucking joke.

Groceries (2,260)

A routine trip to the store turns into a trip down memory lane.

The Guardians (4,879)

3,000 years ago, they had to join forces to defeat an evil sorcerer. Now, the sorcerer was back, and more powerful than ever. Could they defeat him for good?

i'll find a new place to be from (5,947)

They stand in silence for a couple beats, unspoken words lingering above their heads. The cig in his hand has long burned out and Ian resists the temptation to light up another, and another. He feels his mouth open, and close, then open again–but nothing comes out. Time’s up. "See you inside, Red," Mickey finally says before pushing the door open, and Ian remembers how to breathe.

Infused Attraction (3,434)

Mickey has to receive Iron infusions. Ian is a student nurse who is assisting the other nurses with the infusion. Mickey is interested in the redhead. Ian is seemingly interested in him too. Let's see how it goes!

Italy (I Trust And Love You) (3,183)

"Ian closed his eyes and ran a hand through his damp hair. He sighed and straightened his shoulders. Took a deep breath, as if to steal himself for some monumental task, and walked off down the sidewalk. The rain made quick work of drenching him. Ian didn’t seem to notice. In the dirt beneath the tree, drawn in crude blocky letters made with the toe of his boot: I + M." OR A story mostly told through Debbie's eyes during world war two, as she worries for all her brothers, but particularly the one sent home much before the rest.

Jump To Recipe (5,977)

Hiring Mickey Milkovich - Freelance Photographer to shoot the photos for his food blog was the best move Ian’s ever made. Mickey’s a fantastic shot, plus he’s committed to the success of Ian’s blog. (He’s fucking hot, too. But that’s just an added bonus.) And the best thing about him, is that in all the ways he’s professional behind the camera, he’s refreshingly unprofessional to Ian’s face. Which means when he comes around, Ian always knows he’s in for a good laugh, intriguing conversation, and an ego boost - Mickey never shy about how much he loves Ian’s food when they dig in after the shoot. Ian’s made chocolate lava cake today. But when extra time leads to their at-home appointment going way off script - Mickey wanting to update Ian’s headshots, but with a twist - who will the spicier photos leave wanting more, the “housewife army” from his blog’s comment section, or Ian and Mickey?

A Lot (4,245)

What could have happened if Ian had told Mickey that he was worried about going to Mexico with him?

The man in the van (2,141)

“Suppose I should thank you for the compliment then,” Ian teases, smirking a little. The guy snorts. “Don’t mention it, Red. I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.” He proceeds to shamelessly check Ian out again, licking the corner of his mouth as he does. or Ian Gallagher wouldn't mind some excitement in his life. Enter one Mickey Milkovich, ready to oblige.

ole red (5,596)

Mickey is out of prison and walking the straight and narrow with help of his cheering section, P.O. Larry . It’s hard being tough in a pastel polo and dad shorts. Old Army is just a paycheck until he meets the assistant manager, Ian. Finally he figures out Ian was Mandy’s Ian from their teen years. Mickey is attracted to the redhead but is still closeted. Ian responds to Mickey lashing out by revealing he knows Mickey’s secret. Mickey decides to be brave and the reward , huge 😈

The Reason to Exist (4,851)

lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: can you stop stealing my loot lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: this team only needs 1 sharpshooter anyway 😐 mm1234567890 [18:23]: shut up u f** lieutenantcolonel [18:23]: WHAT

Red Hot (4,364)

Ian's workday has been shitty... but his afternoon might just be very different. Thanks to his favorite nephew and a certain mouthy and opinionated stall owner at the winter farmer's market.

A Salute Before We Sink (4,601)

The world will end tomorrow. Ian's only chance at survival is to earn a spot in an underground bunker. One man stands in his way.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out (2,441)

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

So drunk on you (3,878)

"Then Mickey launches himself into quite a detailed account of the previous evening and there goes Ian’s sanity. He’s learned over the months to hone his selective hearing. That is, he’s not tuning Mickey out completely but he’s trained his brain to gloss over the facts that fall under the TMI category and focus on the highlights. Again, for the sake of his sanity. Because the thing is, he’s so gone on Mickey it’s actually embarrassing. And he’s been gone pretty much from the very beginning." Just another friends-to-lovers story.

Span the Distance, Bridge the Border (4,988)

Ian and Mickey are happy, living on the West Side and adjusting to life as husbands in their new apartment. Things are going well, really well, until one day Mickey’s brothers show up. And God only knows what they could possibly want.

weight of the world (3,360)

Mickey thought he was fucked for life and that he’d never see his mom again. Turns out he was wrong about both of those things.

Wonderful- a Gallavich Christmas Mini-fic (5,030)

In which Mickey learns the reason for the season or How the Mick gained Christmas.

AUTHORS:

Blodeuwedd

Calli_Writes

Captain_Jowl

energie_vie

Gallabitch73

gallawitch

Gembu

GrandSelfMythology

IanGalagher

JuliaKay

lingy910y

MissSnowwhitepink

mmmichyyy

My_Brain_Melted

NotHereNJ

Rayrayor

sam_writes_fics

Suzy_Queue

sweet_perversion

Sweetbee78

whatthebodygraspsnot

whatyouandihave

#Gallavich #Ian x Mickey #Shameless #Shameless US #Gallavich fanfiction #Gallavich Masquerade 2023 #Events #Mod post #now updated

[madschiavelique]

I want more thoughts pleaseeee 🙏

okidoki so this ask refers this one right here which itself refers to this one right here. this au appeared in my mind while rewatching the movie Troy with Brad Pitt where I thought "huh Miguel as the Achilles in this movie and reader as Briseis would be delicious".

And then it all clicked in my mind.

SO, let's get started on what has been cooking in my mind for the last 3 hours : a soldier!miguel o'hara x slave(?)!reader enemies to lovers

content warnings : mentions of war, blood, killings, fire

Let's picture this in a sort of ancient greek setting, where a king (kinda Agamemnon) wants to govern over the entire country - and then world - which leads him to engendering many, many wars. In this army, his most fierce and strong fighter is Miguel O'Hara. He is bigger than any man, stronger, doesn't care if the work is messy, and has a profound rage within him.

Because you see, before turning into the killing machine he now is, he used to be happy and live a life of peace. When he was away to hunt to bring back food in the family, he came back to his village completely destroyed and burnt. And when he arrived to his home, completely dilapidated and still smoking, he found the two dead bodies of his daughter and his wife.

He turned around, finding the flag of a kingdom, which instantly turned into his enemy. He went to his king, offered his services to him, and got enrolled, because he knew his king was seaking a union in all kingdoms, which meant for that in (his king's point of view at least) to spread terror. He learned fast to fight, to a point where it was frightening, the other soldiers wondering if he hadn't been touched by the gods themselves for him to have every asset of a great fighter multiplicated by 3.

He went on many battles afterwards, every bit of hate his body accumulated over time descending on his opponents like a pure red fury with no regret in the rage it was indulging. Of course, his rank in simple soldier upgraded. Many respected him, or maybe feared him - who knows, the line between these two is unclear afterall.

It doesn't take long until the king considers him as his most valuable asset, like the strongest card in a game, the equivalent of a joker = all powerful.

Few years pass, and the King decides it is time to attack the kingdom in which you live.

You are an adept in your city's temple, honouring aphrodite. You're pure, graced by the beauty of gentleness, of altruism, and you're loved by each and everyone around you. You were living a peaceful life in your faith for the Gods.

But it all came crashing down.

The city's bells had rung, in the most frightening way : an attack. You had heard of the many wars the king was creating, and in hopes for it never to come up here, you immediately rushed to your temple, praying for your goddess to help you.

But the temple was attacked, many soldiers entering it and wrecking anything in their way. They took some adepts, both males and females, and brought them to the king.

Miguel was outside as you were taken from the temple, his rage glowing in his eyes like the most dangerous fire you had ever seen. He was all covered in blood, his sword piercing the skin of his adversaries as if it was butter. Your eyes made a contact, yours full of tears and fear, his overflowing with dark wrath.

Your were taken to the king's tent, him observing each and everyone of you. The men who could still wield a sword were proposed to join the army, the one who refused died as well as the old ones with trembling hands. The women were not even asked anything, they instantly became slaves.

But you, when the king passed you... oh you had something, a beauty gifted by aphrodite himself would he say, so he kept you by his side. The sounds of swords ringing against each other in the distance stopped, but the dry smell of burnt was still present in your nose as the battle came to an end.

The generals and soldiers and all these violent people came back, among them Miguel. His gaze was... certainly different from the one he had in the city. He was impassive, just waiting for what the king would say.

You were still by his sides, and he pointed to you, saying that Miguel O'Hara, his greatest fighter, after so many years of good services, deserved to have for himself such a beauty like you.

Miguel looked at you, from head to toe, his gaze not revealing anything of his thoughts. He just accepted the gift his good king gave him.

He doesn't have time to fall in love again, nor the heart for it, he thinks. You're brought to his tent, absolutely frightened. This man is the biggest most muscular and violent being you've ever seen, and knowing what he looks like when killing people doesn't help at all in finding calm in yourself.

The night is already here when you enter his tent. The soldiers leave, tying you to the the central pole of the tent. He starts to undress himself, and you look away, your eyes only witnessing the many scars travelling his body. He splashes himself of water, removing the blood from his skin before looking back at you. You're silent, and immobile.

Docile, he thinks. He knees to your level.

"Got a name ?"

No response from you. He sighs, he's too tired to seek after you. It bothers him however that you're bound, so he unties your wrists.

"Don't escape."

You rub your wrists, looking up, still not saying a word. He goes to his bed, and just collapses on it. The battle was rough, and he's too tired to do anything.

That's when you try and think of an escape plan. An idea comes to your mind - first, kill him, second, run. Maybe killing him would be a waste of time, but you need to clean a bit of the names he killed by doing so. Lucky you, you're in the tent of a soldier, which means there's a good choice in weapon.

Your eyes catch the glint of a knife, and you grab it silently. Then, you approach, getting on the bed, crawling over him until finally, you place the knife right under his chin.

His eyes pop open, but they show no sign of surprise. He knew, he kew you would attempt such a stupid thing.

"Pointy thing you've got here, careful or you might cut yourself." he jokes. "Come on," he almost leans in the blade to get closer to your face, "just do it."

"Aren't you afraid ?" you ask, his calmness making your confidence crumble.

"Everybody dies in the end," he smiles, "so come on, do it."

But you never killed anyone before, and even now when you have all the advantage, you can't manage to actually push the blade or slide it. How does men like him make it look so easy ?

He takes your confusion as an opportunity to turn you over so that you're under him with your knife still placed under his chin.

"Didn't think you'd be this stupid to try something like that on me," he says, his brows furrowing and his lips stretching in a sneer.

"Didn't hink you could align a full sentence," you reply.

it's true that Miguel didn't seem like a chatty person, because he avoided it. Other soldiers said that him speaking was a waste of his energy, but he would say it'd be a waste of time.

His sneer streches wider.

"You seem less boring than I thought."

He takes the knife in your hand with great ease, and just collapses once again but onto you, his entire weight making it impossible for you to move away.

"You can't leave anyway, there are guards outside of the tent." he mumbles into your neck, inhaling your sweet smell.

You smell like peace.

AND I COULD WRITE SO MUCH MORE ON THIS BECAUSE I HAVE OTHER BLURBOS IN MIND BUT I WANT TO KEEP SOME OF THE REST AS A SURPRISE WHEN I'LL WRITE IT HEHEHEHEHE

but also, if y'all really want me to write this, you gotta hype me up for it cuz i gotta find that motivation sdfgfdbgrzer

#mads' asks ⟢ ݁ ˖‧˚₊ ☁︎ #mads' thoughts ⟢ ݁ ˖‧˚₊ ☁︎ #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel atsv #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv smut

[rocknluvy]

hiii i'm super bored, so here are dps sick headcanons

neil perry

seldom gets sick but when he does it hits him LIKE A TRUCK hates being sick he's allergic to penicillin so he feels very guilty about needing medication stubborn asf, will pretend he's fine for an annoying amount of time. will go to class watery eyed, sweaty, flushed red, shaking and half-delirious has to be forced to rest, but once that's managed he's very calm and sleeps through most of his sickness loves soup. his mom used to (and still does if he happens to get sick while he's home) make him some kind of special soup whenever he got sick and he loved it. give the boy some soup it will cure 99% of his illness.

todd anderson

gets sick frequently but goes through it pretty lightly he's never like, suffering, more like inconvenienced takes him such a long time though. he has never been sick less than a week fatigue hits him hard, he's falling asleep while standing gets pretty bad muscle pains and pretty irritable it makes him pretty snappy, which unfortunately, makes him funny asf, but no one can really laugh bc he's sick, that would be rude

charlie dalton

probably ate dirt as a kid so he's immune to all the germs, and doesn't get sick a lot but when he does his throat just... gives up on him. he looses his voice immediately i think since he barely gets sick the poets have no idea, so when one day he just shows up at breakfast dead silent they assume the apocalypse is near. gets really bad headaches. loud noises make his headaches worse. this is pretty ironic and funny to the other poets starts missing classes the second he can and doesn't come back until he's forced to by nolan himself would love being sick if it wasn't for the whole... being sick thing bc ouch... but like the attention is great

knox overstreet

gets sick at very unfortunate times, like just at the beginning of spring or during school breaks and weekends. convinced he's dying every. single. time. "This Is The End, Write Down My Will For Me Please... Please Call My Mommy, I Shall Bid My Farewell To Her..." to be fair he does get a horrible migraine every single time, so the guys are mostly forgiving of all of the bullshit inhales soup and tea with lemon&honey.

gerard pitts

his temperature spikes up by +0.1°C and immediately delirium hits him and it hits him HARD gets really emotional and cries a lot. mostly bc he loves his friends and animals and science hates taking medicine. you gotta hide it in his food bc he will not take it will not shut the fuck up, not even for a second. not even when he's sleeping (pray for meeks he's really going thru it), talks until he looses his voice also muscle pains get him soo bad, like his back and his legs are useless he can barely sit sometimes

steven meeks 

barely eats anything. all the food becomes repulsive to him and he has to be coaxed to eat literal toddler portions just so he doesn't starve. throws up a lot deathly pale + flushed cheeks and nose + teary, puffy eyes sleepy. hates it. hates missing classes and complains about it a lot. would over-medicate himself to get to go to class quicker luckily he can be easily distracted (mostly by crossword puzzles and music) charlie will go into his room and play saxophone for him sometimes <3

richard cameron

he technically has a pretty good immune system but he's so irrationally afraid of germs that he walks around in a medical mask during flu season to protect himself still gets sick though it's like a vibe check from god to stop fucking panicking like neil, he refuses to admit that he's sick and goes to class shivering, sweaty, and only half-lucid but he will go to class goddammit, gotta keep that perfect attendance somehow still believes that some painkillers would fix him. he almost overdosed once (or twice) has to be forced to rest and argues about it a lot he's hungry. all the time. could eat a five course meal and still be hungry. get my boy some sustenance, he's dying also gets migraines (he gets those anyways, they get way worse when he's sick though)

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron #mazzy.txt #live now

[clavidy]

guy who is definitely one of your dps mutuals here. you should do at least one of these five or i will throw pebbles at you. any character because i have definitley watched hit film dead poets society 100%.

AHHHHH YAYAYAYY!!

Im just gonna do what I want character-wise bcs you didn't specify but I'll try and do all the ones you asked for!! :DDD

1, appearance hcs:

Knox's teeth are chipped at the front and partially fake, he fell on his face while trying to ride a unicycle and impress a woman.

Meeks has bunny teeth, has had heavy-duty braces for YEARS trying to fix them. He doesn't mind them, actually, but his dentist said that he should and he went along with it. He has a bunch of birthmarks!!

Todd's nose is always a bit red and his lips are always pink. He just permanently looks cold and sickly. His eyes are blue-gray, and he has some slight freckles on his nose.

Neil has the longest, most gorgeous eyelashes known to man and is covered in beauty marks. He's pretty, that's it.

Cam is a daywalker!! While Meeks has a ton of freckles, he has absolutely none. He also used to have braces, but he didn't really need them. He has absolutely perfect teeth now, though. He also, like Charlie, spends a ton of time on his hair every morning. It's the only time they get along.

2, weird quirks:

Todd tends to chew on anything near his mouth unconsciously, but he doesn't really like gum. He overuses lipbalm, specifically mint.

Neil likes to stare into bright lights and follow the spot it creates afterwards. His mother jokes that this quirk of his is the reason he needs reading glasses, and his father's face gets very pinched every time she does.

Pitts drums his fingers on everything. He likes to create little beats with Meeks.

Charlie tends to doodle on everything, whether that be paper, desks, his skin, or his friends', usually his friends'. He often doodles naked women. He's a very bad artist.

3, disabilities:

Meeks has problems with his knee joints and uses forearm crutches on bad days!! He's also very asthmatic

Cam has chronic migraines :(

Spaz is hoh and uses crutches as well on top of his asthma and allergies, the poor guy

Todd is autistic!! (he's just like me fr)

4, love language!!:

Neil is a very touchy person, as he communicates his affection that way, but he personally likes honest conversation and spending quality time with someone the most. His "guilty pleasure" (in his mind) is words of affirmation.

Todd thought himself touch-averse until he met the poets (namely neil) and suddenly, he wanted to be as close to them as possible. He enjoys spending quality time with and doing acts of service for those he loves, and he likes receiving words of affirmation and the same quality time back.

Meeks, Pitts, and Charlie all like giving and receiving physical affection, though Meeks also likes quality time, Pitts likes words of affirmation, and Charlie is... Charlie.

Cam likes words of affirmation and quality time! He's very touch-averse and slow-moving.

Knox is... Knox. He communicates through physical touch and likes receiving words of affirmation in canon, so no hcs for him really.

As for music,, ahh I really can't decide. I mean Meeks and Pitts have a canonical music taste, and Charlie would definitely listen to bowie if he was around in the 50s, but he wasn't, so.

All I can think of is that Charlie would enjoy Elvis purely because of his "lewd" dancing and Cam would feel the exact opposite. Cam would probably listen to popular, safe pretentious white boy music like frank Sinatra and classical hits. I feel most of the other poets would have similar music tastes, as all they really know is the stuff Meeks and Pitts play, but Charlie's rich so he has a bunch of records AND a radio at his house.

#dead poets society #whooo that was a lot #dead poets headcanons #richard cameron #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #headcanon asks

[intrstellarhearts]

✰ the dead poets society ice skating headcanons!

a/n: i tried to find the least heartbreaking "dead poets society winter" image, so PLEASE DON'T BE SAD EVERYONE! THEY'RE ALL OK IN THIS HEADCANON SET I PROMISE :)

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the idea came to neil in a dream.

swirling snow had cleared to show a frozen lake... THE lake he often spent his time at when it was nice outside, and he just knew.

he had to get the dead poet's society to go ice skating.

it would be tough; he wasn't completely sure how he would even get ice skates. and yet, neil perry was determined that this was what needed to happen.

it was a whole operation too!

meeks and pitts were the perfect men for the job of securing the ice skates.

the two of them were so in tune with each other that they could get in & get out of the storage closet near the gym.

plus pitts has really long arms (at least in my opinion) so he could reach in and grab the skates if they were in a super tight spot.

they were able to get in, take seven pairs of skates, and run out with no consequences.

mission one accomplished.

then there was the issue of figuring out if the lake was actually frozen or not.

though cameron said it was dangerous numerous times, he was dragged outside anyway to watch what was to unfold.

it was on this particularly frigid day that one charlie dalton put on his swim trunks and goggles underneath his heavy winter coat and ventured out onto the lake to see if it could hold his weight.

knox was supposedly ready to retrieve charlie if he fell, but that little shrimp probably couldn't even lift an apple off the ground.

oops

anyways, cameron was ACTUALLY ready, despite him also being less than ripped.

but hey, it's the thought that counts.

lucky for our favorite boys, charlie didn't fall though the ice that day.

in fact, even when he slipped and fell onto the lake, the thick layer didn't so much as crack.

i think we can all visualize neil perry's woops and smile when he realized his plan was actually going to work.

after dinner that night, when the stars were just beginning to show themselves, a small yet steady bit of snow began to fall from the sky.

welton was so peaceful in the winter.

and that peace was interrupted by seven excitable boys jumping around and throwing snowballs at each other.

choruses of laughter followed by shushing repeated numerous times through the long walk to the lake.

they're all bundled up, hats and gloves illuminating red cheeks & noses.

but there is a sort of spotlight on our hero, todd anderson, who has chosen to wear not one, not two, not three, not four (bear with me here), not five, not six, but SEVEN layers of clothing.

there are two pairs of pants, an undershirt, two long sleeve shirts, a sweatshirt, and a jacket.

neil has to keep his arm around him, for he literally can't see where he's going.

charlie keeps running around behind him and smacking the back of his jacket as hard as he can; and todd can't feel a thing.

at least he's warm!

skating proves to be a bit of a challenge. it's not like an ice rink where you can hold on to the side walls.

they have to hold on to each other.

what's this? ah yes. stephen meeks and gerard pitts are strangely very talented at skating, and have already moved quite far from the others, who are having an... interesting time.

cameron is quite a good skater as well, though he occasionally stops with his hands out, moments from a faceplant.

charlie dalton skates like a penguin walks; unsteadily, yet it somehow works. he attempts to spin, and in a cruel twist from the icy winds, falls and slides a few feet before sticking his gloved hand up in a "thumbs up" gesture.

knox overstreet is trying to be elegant, and yet looks more like he is walking, jerkily trying to navigate the slippery surface.

and here is neil perry, our mastermind of this whole trip, trying to convince todd anderson to step onto the ice.

it's not that todd doesn't want to skate. of COURSE he does. he knows that neil wanted nothing more than to do this, and he wouldn't want to ruin it.

but for some reason, he just can't seem to get up the nerve to skate.

he is ambushed quickly by a fleeting memory of his brother jeffrey, gliding across the ice when they were both much younger. he thinks of how he wanted so badly to be like him.

and so, with neil perry's hand in his, todd anderson's skate makes contact with the ice.

it takes a moment, (it always does), and yet he knows that his friends are by his side, ready to catch him.

he looks over to see neil perry's ecstatic face, that smile brightening the darkness of the night. he then sees it change, neil's mouth is an "o" shape as he fumbles to reach for todd, but neil is too late, and he is falling.

but funnily enough, instead of the yelp he expected, he finds himself laughing.

his body lands on the ice, but his head in the snow. crisis averted.

and as he lifts himself, clinging to neil for support, our hero realizes he's not afraid of falling anymore.

#dead poets society headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanons #dps #dead poets society #dead poets #richard cameron #todd anderson #neil perry #stephen meeks #a lil anderperry wink wink ofc #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #i love the dps with all my heart #they are silly little winter goofballs

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || “Back To The Old House”

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Drabble Summary: In the woods of Arcadia grow the same flowers that in the woods of Camelot. Would Douxie go back if given the chance? Would Y/n?

Warning: it can be read as a stand alone but if you like it, this is part of a longer series!, no more warnings needed.

Series Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Word count: 875

Song?: Back To The Old House by The Smiths

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The wind ruffled the trees forcing the leaves and the petals from the flowers that grew at the top, close to the sky, far away from the ground to abandon their place and fly away to find a new home somewhere far away from the world they knew.

The woods were quieter than Arcadia Oaks Park. There were no people, no screaming kids, no strange dogs trying to eat or play with Archie or Al without supervision or at least that was what Y/n would say to herself and everyone who would ask why they would go that far to spend the afternoon.

She had spent most of the afternoon laying on Douxie’s lap observing his beautiful face. The way his left nostril would flare up when he frowned, his red cheeks that accentuate his freckles after the sun had kissed them all afternoon. She cursed him for closing his eyes to enjoy the sun and denied her the blessing of observing the hazel eyes where she wished she could be buried.

From the corner of her eye, she could observe the spectacle of the banished leaves. She saw a roge purple petal fall on Douxie’s soft hair and smiled. If she was an exiled she would try to find refuge in Douxie too.

Y/n stretched her hand, pulling the petal away and returned to enjoy the silence of the evening.

“Mmh?” Douxie straightened up against the tree he was laying on “What happened?” He blinked slowly.

Y/n felt her insides slowly melt at the sight.

“Nothing…I pulled away a leaf” she smiled, pulling herself closer to him.

“I think I fell asleep” he yawned, pulling her closer, cradling her in his arms.

“You did” Y/n laid her head in her chest, listening to Douxie’s heartbeat.

Y/n closed her eyes feeling the soft wind caressing her face and the warm irradiating from Douxie’s body transporting her to a plane where she could only feel peace.

A sigh escaped Douxie’s lips quickly bringing Y/n back to this troubled place.

“What is it?” Y/n looked up.

Douxie was frowning, his mind was far away.

“Mmh?” He said after a moment, looking down at her.

Y/n let go of the embrace and sat up. She softly grabbed his cheeks and made him look at her. Instinctively, Douxie leaned into her hand.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes were full of worry.

“Yes, darling, of course” he smiled, grabbing her cheeks and kissing her nose.

“Doux” Y/n pouted.

“Is just…silly” he chuckled, letting his hands fall down on her lap.

“I like silly”

Douxie nervously laughed:

“It’s just…these flowers grow in…these flowers used to grow in Camelot” he voice got weaker as he spoke.

Y/n looked down to the blanket where they were laying, it was covered by these mysterious purple flowers, she picked up one and smiled. It smelled the same, like home. Douxie was right. She remembered the flowers. She remembered climbing the endless trees to picking them up for her father’s birthday, for Morgana after a rough discussion with the King, she even remembered gifting one to Guinevere when she was really small. They were convenient but beautiful flowers, they’ll grow in the top of the trees and will fall when the wind decides it’s ready to leave.

“Yeah, they did” she twirled the flower in her hand. She turned to him “Do you miss it?”

Douxie sighed. They would tip toe around the topic but never really talk about it. Walking around the abyss, scared to fall into the pitt of nostalgia.

“Everyday” he whispered, throwing himself into it without fear of what could happen.

“Me too” she sat next to him, her back on the tree, looking down at the purple flower “I miss the city, the food… not so much the people”

Douxie laughed.

“The food” he closed his eyes thinking of food he would never taste again “Remember those little pies they would sell in the bakery by the fountain”

“…the bakery by the fountain” Y/n remembered at the same time, the smell coming back to her like a brother coming back from war, like a tragedy “those were good. I love Jim’s cooking but nothing compares to those pies” she laughed.

They sat there, their eyes lost in the memory of a home that they could never go back to. Two orphans to a place that no one, really, remembers.

“Sometimes I sit here and pretend I’m back home” Y/n confessed, her cheeks flushed.

“When you get away from the highway and the dumpster, it looks a lot like the forest in the back of the castle” Douxie nodded.

“I take what I can” Y/n laughed.

Douxie joined her.

“If you could, would you go back?” He asked, his eyes focused on the leaves falling from the trees.

“I don’t know. Maybe for a while” Y/n kept observing her flower “I don’t know if I could lose everything again”

“Mmh”

“What about you?” She turned to him.

He looked at her, grabbing her free hand. A flash of hurt was washed over by the love he felt for her like a wave.

“I couldn’t survive losing you again”

A/n: hello!!

Is a little short and not really a chapter buuut is something huh? I hope you enjoy it!! I’m going back to bed 🫡 Mila out

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‘Caught In 🕸 Web’

This is my first chapter for this story, I hope you guys really like it. It’s my first time writing for the ATSV. So please, let me know if y’all are interested for more, or see something I need to correct. My inbox, messages, and taglist is open for y’all! Enjoy!🤟🏼🕸

Warnings: nothing really heavy yet, just some good information about my two OC’s. But all chapters will have their own warnings as things progress.

‘My Story’📰

Chapter 1

Setting;

In a particular universe of 2055, settles this story in New York City, that has its very own special features in it. Like the Statue of Liberty- no. Oh Time Square that’s around the corner- another no. Empire State Building- it’s nice but yeah.. no. What makes this NYC ‘The’ NYC is having the damn privilege of owning a Peter C. Parker- other known as Spider-Man (but no one knows that the nerdy guy that is a sweet roommate and crazy assistant of the assistant of the CEO for ‘Stark Industries’ is the ‘Strong, Red ‘n Blue suited hero that makes swinging off the skyscrapers look hotter that Brad Pitt) so yeah. *takes deep breath and sips ‘chai tea’* Anyways... this universe also possesses a certain woman with terrible ‘I have no family’ issues, crazy boss who bought her knee pads, and a secret admirer. Everyone called her ‘CEO’s Sidechick’ or the famous one ‘Bosses Pet’. But her name is actually Carla Ferrari. While the spider universe... had actually deemed her as Spider-Woman, or how a certain spider pal will call her that everyone picks up on- Spider-Lady. Yeahhh... I know- shut up.

Carla Ferrari’s POV

So let’s do this one time. My name, is Carla Ferrari- and no I’m not related to any Ferrari bloodline and shit. My Pa was Italian and my Ma was American.. that’s why I have the Italian last name. (Though I’d kill for one of those hot rides but yeah) So I’m a 22 yr. old personal assistant for the CEO of ‘Stark Industries’. Is it an exciting life? Not exactly, I have no background that’s exciting either- that’s for sure.

Quick back up story- I was orphaned after a large city catastrophe killed my parents *timeskip*

Then I lived all my life in homes here and there, never got adopted because I worked terribly with people and never got used to the term family *timeskip*

After that I got too old to stay at shelter homes for girls once I turned ‘Magnificent 18’ so I was given the boot and a nice paycheck that can barely cover 3 full days at a Motel 6 or 1 day at the most expensive hotel in New York City *timeskip*

So to survive I worked at the most expensive diner in Manhattan for 6 months until a certain rich bastard decided to spill his wine all over my white uniform, then suggested that a great apology would be for him to offer me a good job. Anyways, they say my charm is what got me under the wing of who is now my boss, the CEO of ‘Stark Industries’ but I have to say it’s my stealth, patience, and great mathematical skills that has me managing all his business purchases- oh and also how I methodically get everything done.

*timeskip to present*

“Shoot! B.P.!! (Aka Bosses Pet) I forgot to pick up Stark’s coffee at Starbucks on my way here!! Can you get it?? He’ll be happy to see you crawling in with it anyways-“

I flared my nose while slamming my file on the table wishing Leslie’s head was the table, I scoffed lightly while glaring,

“Why do you all keep saying things like- ‘crawling’ or ‘cat walking’ my way to boss’ office?-“

Leslie flipped her damaged and dry sweet potato colored looking hair as she squeaked while using bunny ears on certain words,

“Maybe it’s cause he got you ‘knee pads’!? Like yeah we get he’s the boss and your his personal assistant but damn don’t bring your ‘50 Shades of Stark’ here!”

She giggled like a hyena and mocked my disgusted face, which I expressed because after their latest Boss died, Tony Stark, they brought in his closest cousin who looked like the deceased version of him, and he was now my boss. But if Tony was still around... maybe I’d try to make that 50 shades shit happen.. but yeah not with Martin Stark. Ew.

Anyways I only took up her offer because I needed some fresh air after being stuck up on the 50th floor for 11 hours writing down appointments and managing Stark’s purchases that went through the roof for every girl he laid eyes on, trying to gain ‘Great Star Reviews’ for his business but more like he was gaining more ‘absent-fathered children’ as he was a playboy and irresponsible of course. Now I stood up and straightened my black checkered pants as I sighed lightly,

“Fine.. I’ll go get it.”

“What a good girl. Ha! Bet you hear that often-“

“Yeah well at least I’m not left dry and hanging all the time and called ‘Dusty Leslie’.”

Sending a cheeky wink I was walking away with a proud smirk and a held high chin. I heard her scoff in hurt as I of course stabbed her altered ego. I obviously overheard the gossip desk ladies chat about that she hadn’t been laid in a long while, so yeah... that’s why you don’t share your secrets and personal issues with people that are snakes in disguise, Dusty Leslie.

As you see, my life is sorta hectic, I quite practically live for my boss so I can get paid by making his life easier. All he has to do, is show up, eat, take a crap, mess with women, and sleep- repeat. And to be honest I’m a little jelly at the fact he never works, yet wears clothes that cost 10 times more than all the money I’ve ever spent and worked for combined! And I’m the one running back and forth, making appointments, fixing his vendettas at bars he likes to pick fights at, feed him breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks in between when he calls for it. And what ticks me off- is that half the time he won’t even eat it, he’ll leave it there for later (which turns to never) or complain saying he wasn’t hungry anymore because he didn’t like something about it.

So what would I do? Take it back saying sweet and professional things like, ‘I’m so sorry about the inconvenience sir let me fix it for you.’ ‘Let’s get you something else.’ Or the most used line- ‘Yes sir, I’ll call them and email a bad review for you.’

Ugh!! I hated doing that. These cooks did everything right, Martin was just a spoiled asshole that thought the world should revolve around him and run his way. (By the way I never wrote bad reviews I just said I would, so he wouldn’t bother them or me about it again.) And the food he left untouched, I’d take to Uncle Joey, the guy at the corner of the street who played with his little wooden drums all day for spare change. Seeing his smile made my day mostly sense he was eating fine cuisine 99% of the time.

Anyways, now I’m taking my 10 minute break to run to Starbucks to get his coffee, and in the meanwhile get something for myself, I haven’t eaten sense yesterday at lunch time- and it’s already 12:34pm today. The fresh air did me some good to relieve some tension, as I finally made it out of the tall hell house I called work or my job. What also lifted my spirits was this happy sight. It felt good to see happy and calm people around me, they all walked around and lived as if they knew nothing could hurt or touch them. And to be honest once again, they could. You know why? Spider-Man.

He made that possible, he helped in ways no one else could, from big things to small things, he gave up his time and life for the city, and so far it has paid off well. I admire the man much, he has inspired me to take what little time I have to make someone smile, or help where I could.

My best friend, assistant, and roommate, Peter C. Parker, always harmlessly made fun of how I lived to be like Spider-Man. Peter was a great guy by the way, and no matter how much he denied it when I told him, he had a big heart like Spider-Man. Always helping where he could and being a sunshine in my world. When my boyfriend wouldn’t be the nicest or leave me hanging after he promised he’d wait after work, Peter would invite me to the movies or do something that got the tears and pouts off my face. It was nice to have someone like him around, humble as heck with his heart on his sleeve, I wouldn’t trade my best friend for anything in the world.

He kept me on my feet and happy, reminding me of the good things in life even on the cloudy days. And like right now, in ‘all of a sudden’ moments when my boss and boyfriend Nelson would call unexpectedly at once, I could count on him to adapt to change and help me to the perfect ‘T’. Unlike my boss who went crazy if one thing went wrong or not his way. I could only let out a deep breath as I debated for a moment on who to answer first.

‘If I pick up Nelson’s he might just ask me out again and chat about his new modeling job, then my boss will be pissed for missing his call and might deducted $25 from my paycheck for every minute I don’t answer him. Or I could pick up boss’ call and hear him yell some kind of thing he wants me to do and make Nelson upset again for not picking up his call. Shit!! Ugh I hate this so bad.’

I declined Nelson’s call and texted a quick ‘sorry, give me a minute’ and picked up my boss’ call and mustered a fake, happy voice with professionalism.

‘I really hate this man- but I need my job. Sorry Nelson.’

“Yes, Mr.Stark?”

Peter C. (Carlos) Parker’s POV

Let’s do this one last time- I’m Peter Carlos Parker. As 20 yr old, I’m New York’s one and only Spider-Man, and did I love my life? So far I did. I’ve had bumps and bruises on the way, crazy lifesaving stories and sad ones too that match the scars I’ve grown to earn every time. No but honestly my life is manageable but still crazy, let me just tell you what happened today so you’ll see why I say so. So, I just got back into my jeans and white button down with the stupid crooked tie after I as Spider-Man handed over a dumb, bank thief to the cops. Yes, he tried to threaten everyone behind and in front of the counters, but thankfully I was there to take out $20 to get lunch at the hotdog stand outside of work. Anyways with that said, quickly I took him down after some arguing about how unprepared and wild his ‘stealing’ was.

Flashback-

“Sir! You realize they are going to track down your information with the ID you just gave the kind banker lady?”

I kid you not, he handed over his ID to the lady, claiming he was old enough to demand money- like what an idiot! He should’ve come in without the mask while he was at it right? Oh and if it wasn’t bad enough already, there was a large hole on the side of his makeshift bag. Like yeah Pinky you’re going to come out inanely rich for sure with that bag, let me know if we can go to Disneyland when you’re out- like c’mon!! But yeah, he went on to argue with me of course.

“She doesn’t know it’s me Spider-Man! I’m wearing a mask- like you, can’t you see!? I just need her to know that I’m old enough to do this!”

He angrily pointed at his paper bag mask, that he drew dark angry eyebrows on, trying to show me that indeed it was good. Oh and I could clearly tell his gun was a small nerf gun spray painted black. He’d definitely make it on the wall of ‘Stupids Hall of Fame’ As much as I would’ve liked to keep the debate going (because I knew I was going to win in the end) I knew my Boss- aka my best friend Carly was going to need my assistance soon, so I cut it short with some webbing. With a crack to my knuckles, I sighed,

“Alright, can’t wait to see your face on the news, but buy me a PS5 first.”

Phewt-Phewt!!

In seconds he was webbed up by the door.

I heard sighs of relief and a couple cheering while others cussed out the poor dummy. I then waved my hands calmly as I pointed out.

“You all are safe now, just called NYPD. Keep safe- I swinging out.”

With a peace sign given to a little kid by me I then disappeared. (I actually webbed away to the back, then walked out to the front watching the cops take my guy away. And he had his paper mask off by this point. But at least we all knew he was old enough to rob a bank, and that his name was Chad Robins.

-End of flashback.

I smiled with peace knowing he wasn’t going to be around for a while, scaring kids and the old ladies who are working hard to buy their little ones Christmas gifts. Up ahead I saw my favorite hotdog stand, I could smell the hot bacon-wrapped wieners from here

‘Talk about my heightened spider senses right!?’

But then something else caught my attention when I heard my name being called out.

‘Carly!!’

“Oh Peter!! Thank God I found you! Listen here’s $20. Get something to eat for yourself and get the triple chocolate mocha with 3 teaspoons of vanilla and 1 pinch of pumpkin spice with lactose free whip cream and some cinnamon sprinkled on top?”

I fixed my glasses after they almost slipped off my nose from me speedily scribbling down the crazy coffee order. That was of course Carly, (Carla Ferrari) who told me all of this. Not that I minded though, I was her personal helper. She requested for one after work got a little to much for her, but her boss wasn’t happy about having that happen, so I was paid through her paycheck. (What a stingy and evil boss huh? Oh and I’d always beg her to not pay me much, but she always gave up half of her paycheck anyways without hesitation or a problem)

When we first met I had just gotten out of college looking for a job, something easy to start with while I looked for a job that suited my passion for chemical engineering. And at the same time she was looking for help, so we made a deal to become roommates while I worked for her, sense the job was not too much, but for now it worked perfectly fine, and she was a great roommate too. Soon we of course became the best of friends, she gave me so much smart advice about the world and now dating tips. (Especially after I told her about my deep interests in the sweet florist Mary Jane- I’ll tell y’all about her later) Carly also had a great listening ear and healing words, even on her worst nights she made great company. Anyways, I took the $20 from her after she personally grabbed my hand and stuff the dollar bill in there and said,

“Use this money Peter, not yours. And get lunch- you haven’t eaten, I know you haven’t.”

I reluctantly took it as I sighed an excuse,

“But you haven’t either-“

She mindlessly fixed my tie as she interrupted,

“Don’t worry about me honey, worry about yourself. Now get please, boss needs me in his office, I just got off the phone with him before I saw you.”

I squeezed my pinky with hers, it was our ‘good luck’ ‘good bye’ and ‘good day’ sign.

“Oh!”

But this time, I felt an electric shock run through me from where we touched, and I felt waves surround me for a split second before it stopped completely. I know she felt it too for her eyes went wide, but she shook it off as quickly as it had happened.

Then she sent me a small smile and a wink before running in her high heels back to the office. I chuckled with confusion as I looked at my black shoes thinking,

‘Everyday I admire women more.. I could never run in heels.. I wonder what that was by the way… it felt weird. But with a sense of familiarity?’

For now I shook it off as she did. Taking a moment I was looking up and around at the lively city I could only breathe in and out calmly, the people looked happy, peaceful, and it all appeared to be still for now. It’s been about a couple of months ever sense I fought a life-threatening villain, KingPin. But thankfully we’ve been ok for now, if not almost too perfect.

Miguel O’Hara’s POV

Bueno, Lets do this, one last time, my name is Mig-

“Miggggyyyy! Omg you’ve been eyeballing’ 2055 universe for the past 2 weeks already?! You got some interest on Peter C. Parker- it’s ok you can tell me!!”

‘Ay coño… another time I’ll introduce myself.’

Running a hand down my face I argued lazily,

“No Lyla I don’t. I’m straight-“

“Are you? Look at your hunched over posture, certainly it’s not straight-

“That doesn’t determine my sexuality though!-“

“It could-“

“Lyla. No. I’m just.. just checking something out. So please.”

Sometimes Greta Lee aka Lyla can get on my nerves with her ideas, I mean, who would’ve that an AI would be so stubborn and determined on certain ideas? Like her only job is to gather up information about tech or any universal catastrophes. Yet here she is trying to decipher what my sex is by the way I’m standing. Que dolor de cabeza. But I was being honest about this... this universe 2055 that’s been on my watch for the past few days.

Something about it has intrigued my mind and drawn my attention to it strongly, unlike any other universe. I don’t have spider senses perhaps, but I do have suspicions and a gut that tells me things. So I considered checking it out, passing by in person to see if I perhaps caught something off that I could probably call P.C.P. (Peter Carlos Parker) on. I’ve never personally met him before or even thought of intruding into his place or giving him more as far as letting him into the multiverse, he handled what he had very well so far on his own. It was his universe anyways, and to be honest he did his absolute best at guarding it and protecting it. His every breath was spent on saving the city and a change during a blink of his eye wouldn’t go unnoticed, he’d sense and act upon it. He was what I called, ‘Gentle-Spider’. His heart for the community was larger than New York itself.

Yes, he had his typical hero side that was rough and sharp, effortlessly taking down who needed to be put down, but after that? He’d walk the old ladies across the street, have late night dinners with random joes who were alone and homeless, play with the neighborhood kids, he even taught a few teenagers how to parallel park. All this I have witnessed and couldn’t admire him more.

His only job as a Spider-Man was to defend the city from villains and anomaly’s... but P.C.P.? He made the city a brighter place day and night, 24/7, he gave New York his heart and every breath he took was spent on them. His regular life though, behind the mask, he was the same, caring and kind. Just more quiet and a bit shy. The only one I saw him communicate well with was his roommate. She was just as kind. I never really looked into her, all I knew was that she made him breakfast everyday and wore high heels 99% of the time- oh and he’d call her Carly.

I don’t think she knew about Peter’s secret life, only because she had a crazy schedule herself, she was the main and personal assistant of CEO Martin Stark. So yeah, her life was basically a mess and busy. But I’ve seen her a few times around too, doing careless acts to protect people. Careless why? She thought of others before herself. Ella me asusta a veces.

She literally almost gone run over the other day just because she tried to retrieve a baby doll that a little girl dropped as her mother carried her across the street. To save the homeless guy’s kitten she went down to the tracks of the subway to get its paw unstuck from when it fell, and seconds before that damn thing made her a tortilla, she was able to get out with the kitten clinging onto her for life. She’s also convinced people to not jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. Supongo que sé más sobre su vida de lo que pensaba.

Anyways she had a busy life too, but when she had a few seconds to spare, she gave it to others. I guess she looked up to Spider-Man a lot, and chose to be like him, a good person. But today, I saw and caught something that was off, and electric and dimensional shock went through both of them. And according to canon, he’s the only Spider-Man, and she was only supposed to be like his best friend. That’s it. So what was that all about? It looked all too familiar from our last incident with Miles Morales.. I just hoped it wasn’t the same or much worse, if not unfixable. And why did it make me feel- nervous?

Spanish translations

1- Que dolor de cabeza. - What a headache.

2- Ella me asusta a veces.- She scares me sometimes.

3- Supongo que sé más sobre su vida de lo que pensaba. - I guess I know more about her life than I thought I did.

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Deadly Little Things

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five always knew that there were more people like him in the world, throughout time. Now that he has the means to do so, he's going to find them. Warnings: Mentioned child abuse and canon-typical child removal Word Count: 2,343 Ship(s): Lila Pitts & Five Hargreeves

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A/N: So I had an idea for where the Brellies and Sparrows could have come from other than where they were born for a long time. I had no idea how I actually wanted to write it, though, so it ended up finally turning into this. It's just kind of an introspective into the world here through a conversation. I don't want to continue this and turn it into a whole huge thing but I did want to talk about this idea, haha. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

He looked up from the schedule in his hands to see who was knocking on his door. He only actually set the papers down when he realized that it was the person that he had called for and not another lackey that didn’t understand what ‘don’t bother me’ meant. “Lila,” he greeted with a curt head not.

“Shit-heel,” she replied as she stepped into his room and then knocked the door shut with her boot. She had just returned from a mission with her mother where they had gone to 1990s Germany, which meant that her outfit had to fit the aesthetic. She had bleached the ends of her short cropped brown hair and styled it so that the bangs looked straw-like over her brown forehead. She was wearing a pleated red and yellow tartan skirt over a pair of ripped up fishnets. It was accompanied with a loose fitting black shirt that read something in German that Five didn’t care enough to translate. She had a leather jacket that he was fairly certain had not originally been hers when she arrived. The look was completed with a set of silver jewelry including three earrings, a nose ring, and a lip piercing. 

It wasn’t very professional for the type of office that he as trying to run but he was too out of it to reprimand her for not changing when she got back. After all, he had told her that she was to come and meet with him as soon as she got back. “You’ve been spending too much time with Klaus,” he stated grouchily.

“How could someone not want to spend time with him? When he’s not frothing at the mouth from Vietnam flashbacks he’s got the best fucking weed,” Lila grinned. She grabbed the back of the chair that was on the other side of Five’s desk and then scraped it loudly against the wooden floor before she flopped dramatically down into it.

He blew out a breath to try and settle himself, but it only served to make him more agitated by moving a stray strand of hair into his face. He brushed it back with his hand as he collected his papers. They went into the drawer next to him, the one that had the biometric scanner that made it virtually impossible for anyone to access unless they were him. “I wish that you and Ben would stop indulging him in his worst habits. I only just got Jayme and Alphonso to knock it off,” he groused.

“You sound like a boss,” she commented, an amused smirk playing on her unpainted lips. She looked so much like her mother sometimes, despite being adopted, that Five had to remind himself that she was nothing like The Handler. Their body language was shared and their looks were identical when they were out on missions in the fifties, but Lila was actually going to be useful for what they had to do.

“I am a boss, Lila,” he replied bitterly. He had never wanted this to be his plan in life, but it was something that gave him the outlet he needed without getting him trapped in the end of the world forever. He was doing what he had to do so that he could live the life he wanted eventually, and so that he could save the people like him. Which brought him back to the real reason that he had called Lila into his office in the first place. “How was your mission?”

“Enough small talk, you don’t give a shit,” she rolled her eyes. She grabbed for one of the mints in the little bowl on the edge of the desk. Five reached over and smacked the back of her hand with his pen, which made her let out an indignant squawk and yank it back. “You little shit.”

“Shut up,” he snarled at her. He may not have lived through the reality where he got endlessly trapped in a nothingness that had once been the city he had grown up in, but he remembered the version of himself that had. It was a side effect of not using the safety measures on the briefcase, which he had been told in the beginning that he didn’t need because of his powers. He shook his head to bring the growling beast back into his chest where it belonged despite the teasing that was tumbling from her lips.

Five squared his shoulders and said, “If you really don’t want to talk about your mission then we should get right down to business. You know why I called you in here.”

“I do. Have you gotten any more information about him?” she asked. She always took on a bit of a different stance when they switched from talking about whatever was rattling through her usually-empty skull to when they were talking about business, which was one of the few things that Five actually appreciated about her. 

“As of yesterday, the file on the White Violin has remained completely dormant,” he replied. He opened the drawer to the left of him and then got the folder about the subject that they were discussing out. There were forty three other folders just like it with different code names on each one. His fingers paused on his own, tracing over the neat scrawl of his mother. The Boy. It had been a long time since he had been called that, especially after he had taken a position as one of the time-traveling test subjects for the updated version of the briefcases.

Lila took the folder from him and then laid it out in between them. She had only seen a handful of other ones before in her life, and never her own. It was discouraged for anyone to look at their own personnel folder because the HR department was of the opinion that it gave them too many sentimental feelings about where they had been picked up in the timeline, which led to a higher occurrence of anomalies.

The file contained the packet of information that they had gathered about each of their targets as well as several newspaper clippings and transcriptions of news segments about the White Violin. A printed polaroid of him was stapled to the top of the packet so that whoever was assigned his case would be able to identify him immediately. He was a short man with shaggy brown hair that curled around his ears and the base of his neck. He most frequently wore white undershirts with plaid flannels and jeans, which was very common for the time period that he had come from.

Five let Lila flick through the file for a while, returning back to the leaned-back position that he had taken in his chair. He picked up the pen on his desk and began to flick it through his fingers to help his brain form coherent thoughts instead of bouncing from idea to idea. “So what do you think our next step should be?”

“Do you think that we could use the same tactics that we did when we got Luther?” she asked, flopping back down into her own chair. She crossed her legs so that she could prop the folder up on them.

“Luther was from the twenties, it was a completely different kind of attitude when someone got taken back then. We’re going to have to be more careful since he’s from the eighties,” Five shook his head.

“But it’s the eighties in the USSR. Don’t they disappear people there?” she asked.

He thought about it for a moment. It was true that the KGB did have a way of taking care of people that the government decided they didn’t like, but that didn’t always mean that others didn’t go snooping when they needed to. He winced as he remembered what had almost happened when they had brought Allison to the safety of the Commission and said as much to Lila.

“Well she was an actress and pretty famous at that time too,” she shook her head. “We were stupid when we took her because my mother was getting too close. We’re being more careful with him.”

“Are we?” he sighed, running his hand through the hair on the top of his head. “If we take him and say that it was the KGB, there’s a chance that his parents will go looking for him in one of the buildings that they keep people in. There’s also a chance that they government will hear rumors about a semi-famous violinist going missing, allegedly because of them, and then decide that it was actually America.”

“Which would result in an all-out war,” Lila pursed her lips.

“It would mean that the cold war became a hot war, and that would definitely get attention on us that we don’t want,” Five nodded. It was something that they had almost risked when they had taken Klaus from the sixties where he was living with his husband. Since he was already very mentally ill, they simply moved him to a mental institution that was a cover for the Commission and then relocated him and Dave to one of the housing units that they owned on the property.

“What if we do what we implemented with Jayme and Alphonso?” she asked.

“That was different,” he shook his head again.

“How?” Lila groaned. Neither of them worked very well together when they were trying to make a plan. While they had both been raised by the Commission and had strong ties to the Handler, Lila was more reckless with just about everything that she did. Five liked to make sure that he had as many plans in place as possible to protect himself and those he was working with. 

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking her over. They had to work through the wall between them, which would mean compromise. Five didn’t like to compromise. The only reason that he was willing to do it for this particular mission was because he was already very fond of the White Violin from the brief time that they had spent together while he was gathering intel. “Well first of all, they had already found each other so it was easier for us to get them out. Second of all, they came from the time before even telegraphs were a thing. People died of the plague and were allegedly stolen by fairies all the time in the fourteen hundreds, so it wasn’t that big of a deal that they vanished without a word.”

“We could use something like we did with Diego, since the Viktor already moves around a lot,” Lila suggested.

Five gave her a sharp glance and she had the audacity to look a little bit sheepish when she realized the mistake that she had made. “You know better than to use their real names before we’ve had a chance to extract them and bring them to safety. Your mother has eyes and ears everywhere, she could use it against us and try to get him before we did.”

“If she does that then we’ll just use Marcus to get the White Violin over to our side. That’s the whole reason that we’re letting him continue to pretend to be on her side in the first place,” she said dismissively, blatantly trying to cover her own ass.

Five shook his head, “I don’t want to have to put that on him.”

Both of them went quiet for a bit, the room then filled with only the sound of the papers flipping while Lila looked over the file again and Five flicking the pen over his knuckles. Finally, he said, “I think that doing something like we did with Diego could work. The White Violin is trans but hasn’t come out to anyone because that would actually get him taken by the KGB. We could use that to have him move to another country where it’s more acceptable. Then, after he’s had to isolate from his family and friends, we could bring him here.”

She threw her head back, her hands just barely keeping the file from going tumbling onto the floor in a big heap. “God, it sounds so fucking creepy when we put it like that!”

“This is for their own health and wellbeing,” Five immediately replied. It was something that he had told himself a lot when he was deliberating the best way to steal people from the families and friends that they had built up in their lives. The easiest person by far, other than himself, had been Christopher since he had already been isolated by the government so that they could run tests on him. “The White Violin has to move around a lot because of the accidents that he causes and I believe he is no longer in contact with his father. All we need to do is connect with him and then we can convince him to move to America before we bring him to safety.”

“America is a bad idea, pick somewhere else,” Lila shook her head.

Five realized the mistake that he had made almost as soon as it had left his mouth, but it was a little humiliating to have her point it out to him like that. He nodded and said, “England?”

“I know my way around there,” she confirmed. She flipped everything back to where it belonged in the file and then placed it on his desk where it had been when he first got it out. They both stood up so that they were at the same level as each other. “Deal,” she said as they grasped hands and shook. The plan would go into action the next day with both Five and Lila working around their other missions and responsibilities so that they could get closer to Viktor. It was insidious, but it was also the only way to keep him out of the Handler’s greedy hands and to save the world as a whole.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #lila pitts #deadly little things fic

[thorin-baby-bear]

Play Day

A Dead Poet’s Society agere fic :3 

Word count: 1619 

CW: Crying, Rug Burns 

Requested: No 

On Saturday morning, Charlie was awoken early by a knock on his door. He blinked groggily, propping himself up and yawning as Cameron groaned from across the room. “Get the door, Charlie.” He mumbled into his pillow. Charlie sighed and hoisted himself out of bed, stumbling towards the door as the knocking continued. “Yeah, hold your horses I’m coming!” He called. Opening the door, Charlie squinted tiredly at the two boys in front of him. Neil looked back at him with equally tired eyes as he carried the other boy (who Charlie assumed was Todd) like a koala. 

“Hey.” Neil said. 

“Hi?” Charlie said, very confused. 

Todd whined and Neil bounced him up and down gently. Charlie mouthed a quiet oh and stepped out of his room, making sure to shut the door quietly behind him. “What’s up?” He whispered, checking his watch. 6:30. “I promised Todd we could have a little day today, but my dad called last night to say he was picking me up to meet some ‘work friends’” Neil sighed, rubbing Todd’s back. Charlie nodded, leaning against the door in anticipation. “So… You want me to watch him?” Neil nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble, that’d be great!” 

Charlie bit his lip in consideration. He had already told Meeks and Pitts that he would take care of them while they have a little day, could he really take care of another kiddo? But then he looked at Todd, whose face was pressed into Neil’s shoulder, and knew that he could. He smiled at Neil and nodded, chuckling at his sigh of relief. After a moment of fussing, Neil was able to put Neil down in front of Charlie. “Alright bub, Uncle Charlie’s going to take care of you today, so I need you to be extra good, okay?” He said gently. Todd sniffled and nodded, rubbing his runny nose with his sleeve. “Be back soon?” Todd whispered, looking nervously towards Charlie. Neil hesitated before pulling Todd into a big hug. “I will be back as soon as I can, baby.” 

“Promise?” Todd sniffles. 

“I promise.” Neil said, ruffling his baby’s hair. 

After getting everything situated (they decided to use Neil and Todd’s room so as not to disturb Cameron), Charlie pulled Neil to the side. “Would it be alright if Meeks and Pitts joined us? I kind of told them we could have a regression day as well.” Neil tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t have an issue with it, but let Todd know first, he doesn’t do well when plans change so suddenly.” Charlie made a noise of understanding and walked over to sit next to Todd, who was currently playing with a red stuffed dragon on the floor. “Hey bud,” he said gently, “that’s a pretty neat stuffy!” Todd nodded shyly, making the dragon fly up and down between him and Charlie. “His name’s Bart.” He mumbled. Charlie nodded, reaching out to pat the dragon. 

“Hey, Todd? How would you feel about having a playdate with Meeks and Pittsy today? I know it’s a bit short notice, but I’m sure they would love to play with ya!” Charlie said, smiling as Todd perked up and looked at Neil.” It’s okay buddy, whatever you choose.” Neil said. Todd looked back down at his dragon quietly. “Ummm… they wanna?” He asked, looking slightly skeptical. Charlie chuckled. “Of course, bud, they love playing with others!” Todd gave a small smile, rocking and forth while he thought. “Mmm, okay!” He said. Charlie ruffled his hair and Neil smiled down at him. “Thank you bud.” Charlie said. “I am so proud of you honey.” Neil chuckled, kneeling down and holding his arms out for a hug, which Todd gratefully gave. 

“Well, I think my dad should be getting here soon.” Neil sighed, giving Todd one last squeeze. Charlie nodded and stood up. “You want us to walk you out?” He asked. Neil shook his head, frowning at his watch. “Naw, it’s probably for the best only I go, I don't want my dad to ask questions.” Todd huffed, folding his arms over his chest and frowning. “Hey, that’s alright,” Charlie said, patting Todd’s shoulder softly, “we can watch from the window, right Todd?” 

Todd shrugged, looking down at the floor and shuffling his feet. 

Then a horn sounded outside, and Neil cringed. “That would be my dad. You guys got everything you need? Toys? Clothes? Snacks?” Charlie nodded, looking at the bin at the end of Todd’s bed. “I think so, you go have as fun a time as you can with the old man and we’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Neil smiled at Charlie and ruffled Todd’s hair before heading out the door. Immediately, Todd was at the window, watching the car speed off with Neil in it. 

Charlie sighed, going to the window and pretending not to notice Todd’s tears. “Hey, we’re going to have a great day today, alright?” Todd nodded quickly, wiping his eyes and leaning against Charlie, who wrapped a protective arm around his shoulder. “Da best day…” He whispered. 

Soon, Charlie took Todd to wake up Meeks and Pitts, who were more than happy to let Todd tag along on their little day. Meeks even offered some of his animal crackers to Todd, who had been hiding quietly behind Charlie ever since Neil left. At the mention of animal crackers however, his eye lit up and he creeped out from behind Charlie reaching his hand out carefully and taking the treat. After that, the two were fast friends. Pitts however was a different story. Since both boys were so shy, getting the two to play with each other proved a difficult task, one that Charlie wasn’t sure he was going to be able to accomplish until they ended up solving it on their own. 

It was early afternoon. They had all had some lunch and were playing quietly in Todd’s room, Meeks and Todd with their stuffys and Pitts toddling about with his stuffed bear as Charlie finished up some homework. Suddenly, Pitts tripped over a wooden block, tumbling roughly across the carpeted floor and hitting his head against one of the beds. All went quiet. Then Pitts started crying, quietly at first but then louder, sobbing into the floor as Charlie rushed to his side and helped him sit up. Meeks was by his side almost as fast as Charlie, watching as Pitts tried to sign something (he usually went nonverbal when regressed) and then giving him a big hug.  

“ S’okay, Pit, s’okay.” Meeks said. Todd stood back awkwardly, watching as Charlie checked the boo boos and tried to make sure his head was okay. Pitts wrapped tightly to Meeks, just like Todd had wrapped around Neil earlier, and Todd started to worry his bottom lip in concern. What could he do? Pitts was crying, and at this rate Meeks would soon follow. Charlie was looking around for the band aids and trying to keep everyone calm at the same time, but it was pretty clear that he was struggling, and if they didn’t stop the crying soon someone would be sure to come check on them. So Todd made up his mind, walked towards his bin, and pulled out a small lunch box. Carefully, with his dragon and lunch box in hand, he walked over to the others. He tugged on Charlie’s sleeve and offered up the lunch box, smiling at Charlie’s sigh of relief when he opened it to see an assortment of first aid items. Then, he walked over to Pitts and Meeks and tapped the crying boy on the shoulder. Pitts looked up in confusion, his eyes red and puffy as he stared at the other boy. 

Slowly, Todd held out his dragon. Pitts looked between the stuffy and Todd, his sobs changing to small snuffles as the dragon “flew” closer to him. After a moment's hesitation, Pitts unwrapped himself from Meeks, reached out and grabbed the dragon, holding it close and looking into its face as Charlie began to patch up his knees. The older boy looked over to Todd and smiled. “Thanks Toddy, that was really cool of you.” Todd smiled bashfully and went back to his bin, pulling out a different dragon, this one green with purple spots, and sitting down. 

After Pitts was all fixed up, he and Meeks toddled back over to where Todd was sitting, and Pitts handed Meeks the dragon so that he could sign. Play together? He asked. Todd nodded excitedly and pulled out one more dragon, all golden, and offered it up to the others. Charlie chuckled and watched for a moment before going back to his homework and listening to the boy’s roar and make flying sounds. 

As the day turned to night, and the little ones got sleepier and sleepier, Neil returned from his day out, thoroughly burnt out. As he made his way to his room, he heard the sound of laughter and roaring coming from inside and smiled, pushing open the door and stifling a laugh at what he saw. There was Charlie, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like wings and a cone of paper on his head, chasing the boys, who all had little sticks Neil assumed were swords, around the room. As soon as the door opened, they all froze, turning to stare at Neil, before Todd squealed and ran to him. “Dada!” He shouted, hugging him tightly as Meeks and Pitts turned back to fight the “dragon”. “HI baby!” Neil laughed, kissing the top of Todd’s head gently. “Did you have a good day?” 

“Ya!” Todd said, turning to look at his friends with a smile, “Da best!”

A/N: Was there any demand for this? No. Was it so so much fun? Yup!!

#agere #agere fic #dead poets society #agere writing #dead poets society agere #Todd Anderson agere #Stephen Meeks agere #Gerard Pitts agere #todd anderson #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #neil perry #charlie dalton #sfw littlespace #sfw agere

[agirlwithachakram]

Fallout DLCs rated from worst to best

3:

The Pitt. It’s just not very fun, the reward is useful but kind of a pain to actually collect, and while you don’t have to literally kill a baby to end slavery, kidnapping a baby is in the same ballpark. Look, I get what they were going for. There are horrors in the world and sometimes you don’t get to fight them righteously. Fine. But murdering a baby’s parents and kidnapping her for medical research is a little too on the nose, and there’s nothing in the writing that makes this interesting. It kind of feels like Marvel making a leftist villain and then having them murder civilians for no reason but red scare propaganda. Also, it suffers from the same problem as Nuka World: Once you decide not to work with slavers, your quest becomes to start shooting all these named NPCs with no options for surrender or takeover or any other interesting way to end the slavery.

Broken Steel. It’s fine. I’m glad Sara’s up and at ‘em. I’m glad I didn’t die for no reason. Yay fighting Enclave with a tesla cannon. Wheeee.

Mothership Zeta. When I’m not playing it, I’m like “oh do I really wanna go do that?” but when I AM playing it I’m like oh FUCK yeah. I love the sneaking and punching and getting alien guns and spacewalking and zapping another alien ship with a gun and the fucked up ageless Claudia kid, whatever her name is. And the cowboy! And poor medic guy from Anchorage. and of course Somah.

Point Lookout. I mostly enjoy playing this one in spite of the MASSIVE liberties taken with the geography. The Calvert Mansion is nowhere near the western shore (the MD peninsula in the Chesapeake between VA and the eastern shore peninsula), it’s in the DC metro area, two hours away! But, sure. I’ll take the Ark and Dove as the presby church up in Odenton. I’ll even take the military camp as Lexington Park. Whatever. I like the scavenger hunt with the Chinese spy, I like the punga fruit vault boy trip--fantastic bit of madness it is--I like the ridiculous fight with the ghoul and the brain, I like the fucked up soil testing quest, and I like the nature of it all. Love me a good expansive DLC map. But. There is a huge but. I do not like the creepers. I think it’s exceptionally gross to make monsters that are Deliverance type “what if humans were so inbred they weren’t human anymore” beings. Sure, they say they’re mutated, but come on. We all know what they’re doing. Still, I leave it for last because other than that, it’s the most fun one.

Operation: Anchorage. This one shouldn’t be as fun as it is. I think it’s just nice to get an ammo drop video game style where they change how it works inside the game because your character is playing a game. I like how you can fuck with the army guys by saying it’s a simulation. And of course I love the stealth suit. But mostly I love sniping invisible soldiers.

4

Contraptions Workshop. Is this fun? Can you actually do anything with this?

Wasteland Workshop. Do I want any of this stuff? What’s the point?

Nuka World. Yeah, it’s cool I guess. I enjoy running around the places, I like the Tarzan dude with his...ghoul? synth? gorilla buddies. I do not like the thing where in order to avoid killing or hurting innocents, you have to just start blasting bad guys. It’s fine. It’s not fun to take them all out and you pretty much have to turn on god mode to do it. Maybe you’re supposed to spread them all out at various settlements before killing them? But then you’ll piss off my boy Preston Garvey! And like! It’s one thing to work with “bad guys” but these aren’t fun villains, they’re slavers. So while NW has a lot of good content, it’s overshadowed by the fact that you have to do a LOT of work to liberate the place.

Vault-Tec Workshop. Oh, Ted. What a good dude. I love pissing off the overseer so much she leaves. I love cleaning up the place. I have never put a real vault in.

Automatron. What can I say? It’s cute! The characters are cute. It’s all just terribly charming.

Far Harbor. Aw yeah. The good one and it ain’t even close. Nick’s brother! The weird memories! The giant hermit crab! Turning the children of atom’s sprayer into a cleanser. The TWIST. And it’s a cool-ass location.

NV

Honest Hearts. NGL, this one is BEAUTIFUL. If it weren’t racist, it would be the best one. But it is, a lot, so it’s the worst. I didn’t initially think we were meant to think of the Sorrows and the Dead Horses and White Legs as actual Native American tribes, but apparently the Dead Horses at least are partially descended from Navajo people. Follows Chalk and Waking Cloud have your sort of stereotypical movie Native American lilt on purpose, regardless. They have a very weird naivete that makes Daniel and Joshua clearly, um, taking up the white man’s burden. Did a Mormon write this? Not that you have to be Mormon to be this kind of racist, but as Dan and Josh are, it leaves me wondering. It’s gross that the Sorrows and Dead Horses are both leaving the major decisions to a missionary and a war criminal, random white dudes who are trying to take over leadership of their tribes. It’s just all fucked up and I don’t know why we can’t have a beautiful Zion DLC that isn’t This. Ugh.

Dead Money. It’s a good DLC, it’s just a HUGE bummer and the radio shit is so stressful. It’s nearly impossible to get down into the vault (and out of it!) without your collar killing you. It’s a huge pain and that’s why it’s my least favorite to play. Plus, I got so annoyed you couldn’t bring Christine home to Ronnie that I downloaded a mod so I could. You won’t keep the lesbians apart, Elijah! You bastard!

Lonesome Road. It’s fun but it gets to be a slog after a while. Feel like I’m checking off a list of warheads to detonate. Also Ulysses is always telling me I’m with the NCR which is funny because I ALWAYS turn on them eventually and take care of Caesar and Lanius myself.

Old World Blues. I like the talking stealth suit and the messed up appliances. I like fucking with the brains and hanging with Morbius. (it IS morbin’ time!) I like all the weird locations and the hints as to what’s next in the DLCs. I have less to say about the DLCs I like the most. Tranquility Lane fucks me UP. Oh and I like teleporting.

#fallout

[frostworkxfiction]

I got a new puppy! His name is Mars and he's 8 months old. We think he's a red nosed Pitt or at least a mix

#my new puppy!

[criticalbennifer]

Woman of the Year:  Jennifer Lopez

By: Brantley Bardin 

1999

Those eyes. Those curves. That mouth. And oh, the things that come out of it! Those are just a few reasons why we can't get Jennifer Lopez, the star of Out Of Sight, out of our minds.

She's just what you'd want her to be: sassy, street, gorgeous, good. Especially right now. That's because right now the woman who left the South Bronx at twenty-one to become an In Living Color "fly girl," the woman who tells it like it is and don't we like that ("Madonna? Do I think she's a great actress? No," she said to a reporter. "Gwyneth Paltrow? I don't remember anything she was in . . . I heard more about her and Brad Pitt than I ever did about her work."), and - okay, maybe most of all - the woman who brought curvy backsides front and center is stretched across a plush couch in her midtown New York split-level hotel suite while late-afternoon sun floods the room. Packed into a provocatively tight gray Gucci turtleneck sweater, black stretch pants, and high-heeled leather boots, the five-foot-five Bronx bombshell casually raises her right leg skyward, then oh-so-slowly pulls it to the tip of her nose. And, before you know it, there it is right now: She's doing a split for you. Maybe it's just a dancer's thing. Maybe she's shamelessly flirting. Who cares? How could we not make a vision like this our Woman of the Year? Say hello to Jennifer Lopez.

Jennifer had a big year. Most importantly, of course, there was Out of Sight, in which the twenty-eight-year-old actress kicked her way into George Clooney's trunk and America's collective fantasy. It was also the film that earned her the biggest payday ever for a Latina actress: $2 million. But there were other milestones that made Jennifer a unanimous choice: appearances in Sean "Puffy" Combs' "Been Around the World" video and Marc Anthony's "Te Conosco Bien" video; that eye-popping "Danger: Curves Ahead" entrance at the Academy Awards; a big fat modeling contract with L'Oreal; a Sony record deal for her forthcoming debut album of Latin soul; and, oh yeah, a divorce from her husband of one year, followed by unrelenting speculation about an affair with - oh, you read that too? - Puff Daddy.

So join Jennifer as the Empire State Building shimmers outside her hotel (she's been living here since her divorce) and she shimmies around her glamorous abode du jour. She may not be here tomorrow, you know - she "might just fly to Miami - that's the way I am." But right now she's all yours. So get it while you can.

Hey there, Miss Lopez.

Hey, you want a chocolate? I got a big box. It's from Jeffrey Katzenberg and,,. (gets up from the couch, opens a big red box, and gasps). Who eats this much chocolate, Jeffrey? Oh, wait, this is a chocolate covered Oreo. Can't frown on that, right? (straddles the couch and munches down)

Chocolates from Jeffrey Katzenberg and a room with a view - wow, that's not bad for a poor little Puerto Rican girl from the South Bronx.

It's funny. I went to Paris for the Versace show with my assistant Arlene, who I've known since I was seven, and they flew us there on the Concorde. At the airport a silver Mercedes picked us up. So we get in, and I put a tape of my new album in the tape deck, and we're sitting there, smiling ear to ear, and I said, "Look at us. We're two simple girls from the Bronx in a Mercedes in Paris with a guard and a driver, listening to my album on our way to our two bedroom suite!" I felt like Audrey Hepburn.

So did you always want to be rich and famous, Sabrina?

Always. Well, I always wanted to sing and dance and be in movies, but when you're little, you don't really understand what the "rich and famous" part is all about - it's just a catchphrase that means (points at imaginary screen) "I wanna be doing what they're doing up there." And ever since I was three that's how I was - I always felt all this drama inside of me.

So what was this drama mama's favorite movie back then?

West Side Story, which I've seen more than a hundred times and I'd watch right now, if I could. I loved that it was a musical and about Puerto Ricans and that they were living where I lived. I wanted to be Anita because I love to dance and she was Bernardo's girlfriend and he was so hot. (pauses) But then Maria was the star of the movie. So it was basically like, I gotta be Maria.

But Maria's so dull.

She's dull, but she's the star! (laughs)

And you're an ambitious girl.

And I've always said I was.

And you were raised in one of the poorest, most notorious neighborhoods in America.

Yeah, I remember the word "bills" from when I was two. And yeah, my two sisters and my morn and dad and I, we all lived in a small apartment that was cold in the winter and hot in the summer. But hey, there was always rice and beans.

So what made you think you could ditch the rice and beans to become a future Woman of the Year?

Well, first off, chicken cutlets and red beans and rice is still my favorite dish, (smiles) but I don't know - I just always wanted to achieve and be proud of myself.

Were you a major babe as a young Bronx girl?

I wasn't one of the hotter girls - my body hadn't developed much - but I was one of the cooler girls. Then in the tenth grade, I started dating my first boyfriend, and he made me feel like a hot babe. I stayed with him for almost nine years.

And is he the man who made the first touchdown with you?

Yeah. (sighs) I was seventeen.

How was it?

I don't know if anybody has a great first experience - I mean, at the time you're just two kids trying things out and nobody knows what they're doing. Later, it became much more exciting, (ponders a moment) But you know - really, I still feel like I'm learning. And I'm open to learning more. And I want my partner to be, too. (worked up now) There's always room for improvement, so do not get too comfortable!

And how many men have you not gotten too comfortable with?

I'm embarrassed, 'cause I'll sound so inexperienced, but, well, let's put it this way: I can count them on one hand.

Wow. So how important is xes in your life?

Oh God, I can see already that this is gonna be the kind of article that'll make my mother say "Why did you talk about xes so much!" (suddenly yells) Arlene! Come here! (Arlene trudges in) I want you to sit here while we talk about xes. Okay, go ahead, ask whatever. She knows me better than anybody, even my parents.

Um, okay. Arlene, were you the first person that Jennifer told about losing her virginity?

JENNIFER (immediately): No - I didn't tell anybody!

ARLENE (rolling her eyes): She was a geek.

JENNIFER: But Arlene, that was a secret of ours - we didn't tell anybody.

ARLENE (deadpan smile): That's so sweet. Goodbye, (she leaves)

Goodbye. Okay, Jennifer, now that you're all embarrassed, let me ask you this: One of your best movie lines was in U-Turn when you said to Sean Penn, "You don't know whether to fµck me or kill me." When was the last time you had to say that in real life?

(laughs) I'm not as insane as that girl, so I don't drive men to that point. Until after I leave them.

Got it. So when you're fed up with a guy, how does he know?

I'm a very patient person, but the minute I lose my patience I don't beat around the bush - I cut to the jugular and you're there with your head on the floor, still talking.

Sounds like one of your movies. Let's see... so far you've pushed Sean Penn off a cliff and tomahawked Nick Nolte in the chest [both in U-Turn], punched out Wesley Snipes [Money Tram], and shot George Clooney in the leg [Out of Sight]. That's a good track record!

But I did all those things out of love. (smiles sweetly)

Did you, now? So how does the little killer's tough love translate into real life?

It depends on how the guy's getting out of line. But I don't allow them to really get to doing me wrong, 'cause I don't stay in those types of relationships.

How easily do you fall in love?

Not very, but when I do, it's intense. A successful career is not happiness, and if you look for it to be, when it goes wrong you're gonna be sunk, you're gonna be sick, you're gonna be finished. So love is very important in my life - I need to give affection and make people feel good.

And your life has now become a constant stream of tabloid items about people you may or may not be making feel good. Thus far you've been paired with Tommy Mottola, Marc Anthony, and Puff Daddy. Which rumor isn't true that you most wish were?

I swear to God I don't read the tabloids much. I've even trained my family not to call me and tell me what the garbage is - because unless they're saying you're killing dogs in the stairway for some religious ritual, it's better not to know. So, I don't know - which one do you wish was true?

Well, the Tommy Mottola rumor would be nice, because then you could get in fights with Mariah Carey and be sleeping with the head of your record company.(aghast) Why would you want that? That is so sick!

You're the one who asked.

Well, it's not true, thank God!

Okay. Those are lovely diamond rings, though. Where did you buy them?

I didn't buy them - they were gifts, (whispers) From a friend.

Must be a pretty good friend.

I told you - I make people feel special.

Uh-huh. So tell me, what's your secret recipe for seduction?

(stretches out on couch in full coquette mode) One teaspoon of flirtiness, one teaspoon of laughter, and a cupful of uninhibitedness.

And is that why Puff Daddy got you that ring?

(aghast again) Why would you even say that!

Because you know that's what everybody thinks. And also because right now you're humping that pillow between your legs.

No, I'm not- this is the way I sleep! Look, Puff and I have hung out and been friends since we did our video, so people started making up all these rumors.

So you're not dating him?

(none too convincingly) No.

Fine. New subject: Why, at the height of your movie stardom, have you decided to make your singing debut? It didn't work for Don Johnson.

Because it's tough, challenging, and scary - all the stuff I love. And singing and dancing is where I started - and when I was doing Selena, she inspired me to pursue that part of me all over again. I mean, I do get vibes from people like "She's crazy to be going after this," and it is a risk, but I have the same mentality I had with the movies: If I would've held back on that

because I was scared and from the Bronx, I wouldn't be where I am today.

So, like Selena, are you aiming for the Astrodome?

Aren't we all?

What'll you do if the album flops?

Make another.

Go, baby. So what are your songs about?Mostly love and partying.

Quick - what's your party cocktail of choice?

I don't drink, smoke, or take drugs. Never even tried them. I'm too focused.

Wow, again. Okay: The record?

I cowrote three songs. One, "It Shoulda Never," is about a situation when you just feel like you should have never touched that person. You know? Not that you really regret it, because you love that person, too.

People will assume, of course, that this is about your ex-husband, Ojani Noa.

Well, let 'em think whatever they wanna think. I really don't give a sh!t.

Okay, then, let's talk about what you're scratching right now.

My butt? (laughs) It's funny - a lot of people have been asking me lately, "When did people start talking so much about your butt? When did this happen?"

Yeah, some people are famous for their breasts, but you, little one, are famous for your booty.

I think it started with Selena and all those tight pants. But you know, I don't have to be a size 2 to be sexy. I love my butt and I was never ashamed of it, and I guess not being ashamed of something like that, which is uncharacteristic of this society, made it become a focal point.

Yup. A journalist told me that Mark Wahlberg said his personal high point of the MTV Video Music Awards was when you took him into a bathroom and showed him - and I quote - your "bare rear end."

Marky must be trying to score some points with his friends back in his neighborhood, 'cause if you think I would go into a bathroom and show anybody my ass, you must be crazy! I'm gonna have to call that boy and slap him across the mouth!

I guess this means there'll be no Playboy spreads for you.

Hell no - I'm not planning on showing anybody but my gynecologist what I've got between my legs.

You're a pistol, Jennifer. Do you ever feel insecure?

When I'm not prepared. Which is almost never.

What do you think of the term "Latin spitfire"?

I don't know. I mean, what is a Latin spitfire? One of the things that Out of Sight did was make people see me in a different light, in a role that wasn't constantly saying I was Latin. I was just a strong woman opposite a man, and that's always been a goal of mine. Which is not to say that if a Latin role came along I'd turn it down, because I'm more than proud of my heritage.

What's it like now when you go home to that heritage?

Everybody's supportive, but some people are a little weirded out. They've seen you thirty feet big, you're in the papers, and people talk about you on TV, so now they think you're a different person. After five seconds they realize you're still normal.

And, like you say, you're good at making people feel good, aren't you?

Yeah, honey, that's what I do. (picks up her box) Would you like another chocolate? 

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Anna and Brad were home after four days without Shiloh. She had to stay in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit until she was strong enough to come home because she was premature. It was just a procedure that the hospital followed as a precaution. If anything happened to the baby, they wanted to catch it before it got worse or there wasn’t enough time to get to the hospital. They understood. He took over responsibilities at home, so she could rest from her c-section.

She wasn’t allowed to lift anything heavier than their baby. He insisted that she rested, even though he was exhausted. Anna cried when they got home because Shiloh wasn’t with them. He wanted to cry from the stress of having a newborn in the hospital and Elliot doing another round of chemotherapy. George reported that he had taken her home after the appointment.

She was not feeling well due to nausea. Her nurse was there when they arrived back at the house. She helped her get out of the car and into her wheelchair. It had been a long day and she wanted her to rest after eating a little something for dinner. He stayed with them after asking if that was okay. Yes, it was. He introduced himself as George, a friend of the family. It was nice to meet him. Bruce came over after hearing the front door open. My human is home!

It was a nice evening, so they ate dinner outside on the picnic bench by the pool. She could look out and see the ocean. It was beautiful and relaxing. The sun was going down, so she had her blanket along with a sweatshirt and hat on. She had some red grapes while they talked. George asked her if she thought about what animal she was going to adopt next. Bruce perked his head up. Animal?

His human was getting another animal? She still wasn’t sure yet, though she was leaning more towards getting a puppy. Mike and his boyfriend, Phoenix were going to get a puppy. He was super excited because he’s wanted a dog for a while. What breed were they going to get? She wasn’t sure but he was wanting a French bulldog forever. When she lived with him, he talked about getting a puppy but it wasn’t the right time for him.

Bruce didn’t have a preference, as long as they got along with dogs like him. He would help the new puppy adjust and learn the rules of the house. What if she got a cat? Then, he didn’t know what he would do. How long have Mike and Phoenix been together? They started dating a month ago when Mike moved in with him after completing rehab for depression.

Was he drinking? No, he just needed to get away for three months and work on himself because he had passed out from stress. He was told that if he didn’t get help, he would die from a heart attack or stroke. Was Phoenix the other guy who helped her? Yeah, he helped out when her dad was busy. Both he and Mike. He was the older brother type who teased and joked with her but would kick ass if anyone hurt her. They laughed.

Was that his real name? No, his first name was David but she called him Phoenix because of his red hair. Shiloh didn’t know where she was. She had tubes in her little nose and stickers on her stomach taking her vital signs. The incubator she was in had two holes in the nurse’s hands. She heard babies crying for milk, a diaper change, or for who knows what. They were all tiny, like her.

The front of her incubator had a card with her name on it. Shiloh Hillinger Pitt. She didn’t know where her mommy or daddy was. The environment was loud and cold and she was completely helpless. All she could do was cry. The nurses checked on her regularly throughout the day and night, but she wanted her parents. She heard their voices while in her mommy’s tummy and she learned how to recognize them. As she looked around, she couldn’t see anything.

Everything was blurry. She cried because she didn’t know where she was. Her cries overlapped with the other cries in the nursery.

George got to help bathe Elliot. She washed her bald head with soap. What was her hair going to look like when it grew back? She didn’t know. Maybe it would be sandy blonde like her father’s. What color was it before? It was medium brown, like her mother’s. She also had brown eyes. What did she get from her father? His determination and stubbornness. George laughed.

She also got his love of movies and outgoing personality. After her bath, they took Bruce out for a walk. He was amazed by how much the nurse did for Elliot. She used to be so independent and could do multiple things at once. Now, she needed help to use the bathroom and bathe because she couldn’t use her legs properly. It was too dangerous for her to do those things by herself. She couldn’t even move her wheelchair by herself.

Haha, he’s jealous of your barbecue chicken wrap. That sounds delicious! Maybe when we get home, we can make that for the three of us. We got pictures from the other night we went to share with you. Joe thinks we should hire you to be our professional headbanger. Haha. We love you. Have fun with George! – Mike

Phoenix was so jealous of her barbecue chicken wrap! When they had the opportunity to order something for lunch, he immediately ordered that. It was delicious! During quiet time, he and Mike talked with Brad about Elliot doing another round of chemotherapy. They trusted the oncologist to know what she was doing. At the same time, they were both scared of someday losing her.

She had become his little sister and he was constantly amazed by her strength. Mike agreed. They probably cried more than she did. What did they think would happen if she beat cancer? Mike thought the transition would be difficult for her because it would be a loss of a routine and stability. She would also lose her companion and nurse. They would want her to gradually adjust, instead of jumping in head first. He was also concerned about her mental health.

“I’ve been reading about survivor’s guilt in people who survived cancer. They feel guilty about surviving when people they met during chemotherapy have died or they have the knowledge that people have died and that makes them feel guilty. I think for her, she would need to go back to seeing her therapist twice a week and just take it easy. I wouldn’t want her to overwhelm herself.”

“She will beat cancer because she doesn’t have it in her to quit. It might not be this year but she will. I have to believe that”, Phoenix said.

Elliot went to bed after using the bathroom. It was nine o’clock and she had to get up early again. George told her that he would get on Matt’s ass about visiting her. If he didn’t, she joked that she was going to name her new pet after him. Bark Damon.

He thought that was a good idea. Secretly, he had a suspicion that he wasn’t wanting to visit because it made him uncomfortable seeing her as sick as she was. What if she didn’t have very much time left? He wouldn’t want him to have that guilt hanging over his head. That’s why he needed to get on his ass. If not for him or Brad, he should do it for her. He and the nurse left after saying good night and turning off the light. He also said goodbye to Bruce. Goodbye, human!

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Pitt is a human/alien hybrid, created by an alien race known as the Creed, genetically engineered to serve as a killing machine. He appears more alien than human, with red, pupil-less eyes, gray skin, absence of a nose, sharp oversized teeth and large talons.

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Can you do Homelander with a touch starved supe s/o who likes to hug him a lot? Tysm <3

Homelander x F Reader | Part 1

Notes: This turned into a super long request response, so I think this is now a series. I hope you like it. Also, Red Roses is in progress so this is very much influenced by that. The inspiration imagery I chose of course echoes Roses but this is a different interpretation of how I will write Roses. :)

Rating: ☑☑☐ = steamy. Light smut/sexual situations, dry humping.

Words: 1,865

Credits: Gif 1 by: peach-coke. Dividers by @firefly-graphics: X Photos of Micheline Pitt from her shop: La Femme En Noir

Red gloved fingertips brush over his abs, tracing over his blue suit and slipping off his waist as you turn around him. You linger at his side, admiring his jaw and the close cut hair at his temples as you move behind him. Your left hand lands round the front of his waist, your right going to on the nape of his neck. You pull him in close to you, tilting your face to kiss the corner of his jaw. His chin is raised in his superhero pose and you see his strong brow and lowering eyelids, lashes fluttering once. You feel his hair with a gentle touch. He leans into your hand opening his eyes to look round at you. You take off your gloves to run your bare fingers over his hair and nuzzle your face behind his ear feeling his soft short hair on your cheek.

'John.'. you plead.

He responds to your words by pushing his back into you so you could press up against him. A slow kiss behind his ear and he turns around to face you, taking your left hand in his, stepping one foot forward between your feet.

He pushes his face towards you, placing his forehead on yours.

'It's ok. I'm here.' he tells you with a determination and firmness to his voice. His words to you are loving but underlying with his own insecurity he can do nothing about. His knee is brushing against you, and you let your weight rest on him his leg cradled between your knees. Your hands slipping under his arms and gliding up his back to his shoulder blades.

You feel them move as he cups your face in his hands. The tips of your noses are touching and you lightly press your mouth on the space above his top lip. His face is smooth shaven, always immaculate, his signature Homelander look. He tips his face as if to kiss you, eyes flicking to your eyes every now and again, but he is letting you enjoy the moment. You nudge his top lip with your own then nestle into his neck. Hugging John is comforting and warm. He holds you close and you hug him tighter. He doesn't let go, he waits until you do.

The eyes she is flashing him are making you lose concentration on your interview.

'I'm sorry!' You walk away barely finishing it and walk towards her, snatching the mic clean out of her hand.

Homelander straightens up and looks over at you perplexed and patient.

'Some questions for both of us!' you snap. 'One for me then, How about.. who is Red going to remember most from this evening?' Shooting the reporter a stare you give your answer. 'I'll be reminiscing about the orgasms Homelander will be giving me later.' A dead eyed stare makes the reporter gulp and scamper away.

Homelander with his hands behind his back all this time finally breaks, throws his head back and laughs with that megawatt smile. His face super symmetrical, apples of his cheeks plumped from smiling wide, highlighting his cheekbones even more and eyes sparkling with glee and amusement.

'Haaha! Wow! Babe are you jealous?' He looks down still laughing, eyes still crinkled.

You place your hand on his cheek and drop it down his shoulder, interlinking your arm with his.

'Always...did you not want her to leave?' you tease him.

He snaps his face to you and says. 'Come upstairs with me.'

He takes you to an empty office with a balcony, pushes your hips gently against the railing, you facing him.

'I only want you. And I know that you want me, and I know that you need me.' he says.

'I do want you,' you shuffle closer 'and I do need you.' even closer.

He lifts you in the air, cheers rising from the crowd below as they see Homelander lift you up above them.

'Are you mad I was jealous?'

'You..I need you to be jealous. That way I know you are mine. I could show them you are mine. Here.'

You are watching to see what he does next.

'So how many?' he brushes hair out of your face.

'Huh? Oh! Well, that's up to you isn't it?'

'When do you want me?'

'Always.' you echo.

As you are embraced by him tightly, you watching the crowd watching you, you whisper 'Lets go back to Vought.'

You're lost in your own thoughts looking out at the view when he comes into the conference room. When he reaches you and puts his outstretched arm on your shoulder and you wrap your arms around his waist, still seated in his chair. Resting your head against his hip you stay like this for a while.

'I need to talk to you about something.'

'Yeah, what is it?' You look up at him from hip level.

'Something I said the other night.'

The door opens and the others walk in to find their seats. A wolf whistle rings out. 'Come on guys, not on Vought time.'

You let go of Homelander as he eyes the room.

'They're gonna be pissed at you for the shit you pulled the other night.' he looks at you.

'I don't give a shit.' Homelander cuts him off and stares him down.

A gentle tug at the back of your wrist as you leave the Vought powder room. Homelander stands in the hallway completely poised, shoulders back, chest puffed with one arm behind his back, beaming his signature smile at you.

'Hey, thanks for defending me in there.'

'Well you are mine aren't you? And, I , defend what's mine.' He tells you, with his head raised high.

'I'd love to be yours.'

'You are.' He looks at you smugly his arm still behind his back. 'You look beautiful off duty by the way. I haven't seen this dress on you before.' His eyes follow your figure down to your red velvet heels and back up to your face framed by your sunhat.

'I have something for you.' he looks proud.

His shoots his arm out and holds out a stunning red rose bouquet to you. A perfect dozen, roses luscious and full. He's smiling.

Admiring the roses, you see the muscle under his eye move and his lips are parting.

'John these are absolutely beautiful!' you take them and see his face relax, eyes resting on your face. You jump on him and hug him. 'John you know I need you too, please don't panic.' He returns your hug with his eyes closed feeling him breathe on your neck.

'So what did you want to ask me?' You run your hand through the back of his blonde undercut as you stand up to face him. His face is serene and there's that quarter of a smile, his cupids bow curving up on one side.

'I, uh, just need to take care of something first. Meet me at our fountain.'

'Ok.'

The sunshine is filtering through the greenery. On the edge of the fountain you are holding your roses, red lace matching. You're obsessed with these roses, they smell sweet with a richness to them. There is a card tucked at the top, it says 'x o Homelander.'

He walks up to meet you, seeing a vintage elegance flooded by rays of light. Your hair swishes over your shoulder and your opera length glove raises in the air and swings round as you turn to look over your shoulder, all in a flash of lipstick red. He's met with a sultry gaze, and a lip in cherry glaze.

He winks at you, his hair bouncing when he tips his face. That smile makes his cheekbones pop and you are about to melt on the spot. You stretch out your arm to him as he approaches, his gloved hand closing the gap and he interlaces his fingers with yours, red on red. You both look at each other and he draws you in close to breathe in his scent. After a few minutes he says,

'I need to show them you're mine.'

You take off your glove, reach behind his head and stroke his hair. You push your fingers into the short undercut and pull his head forward. Then tracing a finger over the asymmetric cupids bow of his lip you say 'Oh baby. Show me.' His eyes glistening, you lean in and lap at his top lip, he smiles against you. You tilt your face and lick his teeth as he opens his mouth to lick your tongue. You pull his hair gently as you stand there making out in the middle of the park. Homelander is kissing you more passionately, he's pulling your waist into him as you hear cheers and whistles from an adoring crowd gathering around you. Homelander pulls away from your face, his hands still on your waist, you pressed up against him. He shakes his hair back out of his face, straightening his shoulders and looking around.

'Looks like you showed them.' you whisper. 'The photos they are no doubt submitting will give everyone something to gossip about.'

He smirks and lovingly leans up to your lips again, grabs your face leaning by your ear, bearing his teeth says, 'We're going now.' The growl underpinning his words makes you weaker in this moment. You only have time to feel his hands handling your body, before his warmth is all over you and the cool breeze swishes past you quickly. You drape yourself over him surrendering into his arms.

He lands both of you on top of Vought Tower. You step back from him and see his face, determined, lust filled but curious, watching you look at him.

'So you've got me. I'm yours. No one else's, just yours.' you step closer.

'No one in that crowd can have me,' even closer.

'No one else can get me like you've got me.' You've stepped up to his brewing blue eyes.

He pulls you up to him, hip to hip. Puts his gloved hands under your skirt, slowly gliding over your thighs up to your waist, underneath the dress, while he's keeping his eyes on yours. His is glaring at you from beneath his brow, you feel warmth flooding you as you inch closer to his pursed lips and set jaw. He is hooking his thumbs under your panties and you wiggle your hips against his hands to let him pull them down. His eyes begin glowing a faint red, he parts his lips flashing those pointed fangs. You can't help yourself anymore and have to close the gap between your faces. You kiss his cupids bow then gently suck on his top lip. He groans and the glow becomes stronger. You hook your legs over his hips, resting on his belt and shimming to grind against him, panties partly down.

'You're teasing me.' he reprimands as you are licking at his lips.

He pushes you against a wall for support then grabs your face in both hands, opening his mouth to kiss you deeply and fervently. His tongue lapping at yours, deeper down your throat with every kiss.

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