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For Science Chapter 4: Escape

ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/41680413/chapters/135558835#workskin

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Aperture science respects your cause for concern when it comes to the production of our certified Sentry Guards. However, any reports of harm, injury, or death are not viable for lawsuit at this time. If you would like to file a lawsuit with aperture science regarding the death of a relative in our care, just know..They read their contract and filed the form for you already.

If you have been threatened by a Sentry Guard in the last 30 days, we’re sorry, but you cannot make a Certified Complaint with our department at this time. If you have been threatened or maimed more recently than 30 days, we’re also sorry, but Aperture Science will need to have the fully-Intact Bullets returned to us as soon as they are located on your person. Our guards now shoot 60 percent more bullet for every bullet used.

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When you came to, it was to silence and an empty room. No opened doors, no mechanical clicks and quiet shifts of metal beside you as it’d been when you’d fallen asleep. Considering the situation, you slept just fine. Dreamless and unbothered. However, now as you got to your feet, you were bothered by the utter lack of noise. Well, besides the door that clicked to open as you stood, crossing a sensor you weren't aware was there. It wasn’t of much concern to you, though, you weren’t going to move until you’d gotten your bearings.

And figured out where your robot companion had gone off to?

You stayed in place, wandering the same three-walled space in a paced pattern, back and forth, maybe changing up with what foot you stepped with first, dominant or non-dominant, flexing your hands out in front of you and swaying back and forth while you waited.

Patience got boring very quickly, and you found yourself walking through the door that clicks open upon your approach.

Surely, you decide for yourself, surely I can figure out my own way through. Otherwise, how would personnel have gone through here prior to the Portal gun’s creation? And sure, many catwalks were rusted and finicky and certainly not trustworthy and would’ve been condemned and out of use by a better company, but you figured that as long as you were quick, you were fine. A reasonable assumption, under better circumstances. Just not when you’re crossing towards a room and the catwalk makes an ugly cccrrrrr sound under your feet, falling to the ground below as you reach the next door. You stare behind yourself, the empty space where the catwalk had just been, bewildered. That’s not viable. Once again, a part of you was longing to be in the testing chambers. At least those were being monitored by an intelligence that needed non-mechanical life. The facility on the other hand? Alive and yet not.

Room to room, nothing much changed, besides it getting cleaner-looking. The walls were all a little less yellow, tiles weren’t so mis-aligned, although still clearly not cared for. An effect of a certain robot doing her best to rebuild everything while focusing on an upset human traversing..and also likely being aware of a wanderer somewhere behind her testing tracks. That part didn’t ring so positive for you.

And you miss the chatter, already.

It’s far too silent to be comfortable. Well, comfort in Aperture was more of a fever-dream of sorts. The love you had for a game was quickly replaced by concern of the lack of safety. Self-preservation was more important than you’d initially figured it’d be. And it’s not like you had the safety of boots strapped to you that would prevent breaking your legs. Or a gun capable of keeping you from hitting the floor ages beneath you too hard. Hard facts to face, really.

But, you weren’t stuck with the complete and utter silence of opening doors for very long. You crossed into a room you didn’t recognize at all, stark white on every wall, with shattered glass decorating the floor, large broken out panels leading to some structure you couldn’t place. Definitely not in the game you knew. Testing chambers and certain far away areas you might’ve been able to recall, but you found yourself wondering; what the hell was this?

Whatever it was..it was broken. Not recently, either. Something mechanical,dim and dark. In the distance past the glass, you could almost make out what looked to be disjointed testing tracks, broken apart to pieces, and a dim, broken button far out near the center of the open space.

Hell, those tracks could survive a real beating, then.

“Is someone out there?”

A voice you didn’t recognize. Not in the slightest. So you get a move on, putting a little pep in your step as you cross through the doors clicking closed with some guy’s call of “-Hey!”

Alright maybe, just maybe you were a little concerned about going through aperture’s ‘skeleton’ on your own without knowing where you were going. That’s completely normal and to be expected, as far as you cared.

From one door into the next, away from the room of broken glass when you slowly come to a pause,considering the room for a moment. Maybe that’s what that line meant— but that room’s never seen, so maybe you were wrong.

You weren’t left to your own devices for very long at all past the unfamiliar room. Another set of doors, and you found just the robot you were looking for, hanging off of a management rail,swaying back and forth a little, unsturdy and quiet until you crossed his line of sight

”Ah! Hold on-ah, god that’s right. Look, I tried to check on you. Like a ROCK—you are. Sleeping. I came back there twice. To tell you stuff. Keep you up to date. Not even a blink.” Wheatley fumbles his words while you brush it off.

“I’d guess you went to check up on her in person?”

“ ‘person’, very funny.” Wheatley squints before he rolls forward on the rail “Bu yes— I did. Let her know we're actively working on it, and to just use that good old humanity’s will and just keep holding on. Speaking of which, I actually came up with an idea—while you were asleep, sorry to say you couldn’t hear the thought process, not too long of one,but regardless.” Wheatley starts, and rolls ahead on the management rail while you follow on foot through a pair of opened doors into what seemed to be a storage room of sorts.

A very dirty, uncared for, storage room. Broken down walls with dimming panel hydraulics. Partially broken or burned cubes smashed into a corner of the room, broken down turrets littering the floor, and you stare around yourself all while Wheatley talks with his eye closed.

”So I was thinking, Turrets. She fancies using them—a lot, actually. Seems to be. This might…actually be where she’s throwing away the ones our lady breaks. Isn’t that uh..hah..cool” he pauses, squinting as he stares at a recently burned out turret “Er..Point being..Sometimes, they’re made defective—“ you’re fairly sure he said something about being in the turret creation department once, but you don’t question him “—And when that happens, they usually come without proper eyesight. The little buggers are infrared..pretty sure that’s the proper term. While they could be calibrated to specifically see something like…ay Metal, I guess—“ he gestures down at himself pointedly “They’re more..heat-signature based and motion capturing.”

”So..similar to the automatic doors?”

”Same function, except a lot more uh..shoot-y” Wheatley grunts with a breath he didn’t need to take. “But— On the good side of things, they’re usually confined to the ah..testing chambers. No reason to be back here any, so it’s just one of those..keep it in mind—paper in the pocket type of things.”

”Right,” you mutter, watching Wheatley roll through the rail into the next room.

Once again, you were separated from the core as he went rolling down his management rail, and you were left scuffing your shoes against metal while you wandered down the catwalks. Grateful for a bit of rest, surely but..starved and dehydrated. You had to wonder how the testing chambers accounted for that, assuming it was the near non-stop testing that it was in the game. A recycled room of air—which you were wondering if that applied directly outside of the testing track— and adrenal vapors to keep a person going running on adrenaline, causing a loss of time, but did it account for eating and drinking as well? Or really anything else?

Either way, you were doubtful you’d figure it out for yourself before the facility would rip apart again.

Again. It was sad to think about, really. And..immensely dangerous to consider, now that you were following the narrative set before your hands, but even if you could change it, you really wouldn’t. What would it accomplish, other than preventing Chell from being able to escape?

It wouldn’t fix much if anything, that you knew for certain. The same routine for everyone involved—which now included yourself—would fix nothing.

You frown to yourself as you pass from room to room without stopping to check where you were. You could guess it was getting closer and closer, and you swore there was something you must’ve been forgetting to mention. Something just in the recesses of your mind, something important that you should most definitely mention and you’re almost sure you’ve got it but—-…nothing.

”And..here we are.” Wheatley grabs your attention the moment you hear him in the next room. You don’t recognize the room, really. Colorful and dim, paintings of different sizes and niches on every wall, and it was definitely some sort of staff room, but you couldn’t place it.

”Where is here?”

”The aperture art gallery. Abandoned in the 1980s..I think.” Wheatley remarks, tilting his head as he considers one of the dim, dull colored paintings. Abstract in style and color, and muddied and mottled by time. “See, now here might be why this whole thing was abandoned. I mean, just look at it. Granted, there’s some color there—speck of red, a little bit of orange here—I mean, maybe it’s a rainbow. Not the best I’ve seen. Doubt it’s the best you’ve seen either. Course, there’s no descriptions on any of this, so it’s not like we’ll ever really know, but I bet this is why this was abandoned.”

”It’s abstract.”

”Abstract..” Wheatley repeats with a skeptical glance thrown your way “Abstract in what—talent?” Then he blinks, pupil constricting as though he’d said something wrong “Not to say the painter isn’t talented, of course! Probably massive talent. Might’ve also painted that uh..blue..thing over there. Uhm…It’s just not the most applied.”

”Abstract isn’t meant to be anything..or something like that.” You murmur “It’s supposed to invoke a feeling rather than an object.”

”Mm.” Wheatley hums mechanically, squinting at the abstract art before he rolls forwards on his management rail “Could be that it’s not even abstract. None of these could’ve been made by the scientists.”

”Why’s that?”

”Never seen a scientist with a silly name like Doug.” And Wheatley grunts “Doug’s great name. Fantastic, actually, now that I think about it. Just not a science-y name..uhm..Definitely a painter’s name, though. Excellent painter’s name. Better than uh..better then…” Wheatley trails off slowly, trying to come up with any name of a painter that he knew, but draws a complete and total blank. ”let’s just..let’s just move on.” The robot ultimately mutters, leading you out of Aperture’s gallery.

And to another room where you couldn’t find the core, what with no maintenance rail leading through the room.

You’re no longer all that surprised to be separated from the core, most of the white rooms were almost entirely closed off, and you were left in another section of upper Aperture you didn’t understand. A mottled room, with water damage stains across the ceiling, broken parts of wall where it appeared as though internal piping may have burst, and mold growing in one of the corners. A nasty room to be in, altogether. You didn’t want to stay longer than you had to at all, but something dimly lit caught your eye.

A small, partially broken computer screen was still running, though the boxed computer itself looked to be on its last legs, dust blowing out from behind it while the fans still churned. And you read what you could with what you could see on the screen.

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This isn’t working out the way any of us expected. We’re told to keep on going, like these aren’t real people. This was supposed to be easier than 52454d. That’s what she told us, that it would be less involved and we would only need to provide them with results. They want us to see this as the easier one, the lesser of the two. What we’re doing to these people. I should be smart enough to tell someone, or get out of this department. I’m a scientist. I’m a marine biologist. I don’t experiment. I wouldn’t even treat a fish like this.

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You stare as the screen flickers out, leaving you in the dilapidated room without much light beyond through the set of doors. But you’re stuck in place, thinking. This is new. Of course, in the game, human experimentation had been implied and vaguely referenced, but this was direct.

You didn’t like it.

Or seeing the opinion of someone who worked on whatever experiment that was about. You leave the room hurriedly, the fear of being left behind in this creeping into the back of your head. You could think of these things later. When you didn’t have a robot to help, and a human to help escape.

if you could really call your part in things helping.

Your eyes open wide as you turn the corner to the next room, only to find a few working turrets laid around the room. Wide open, with no straight bee-line towards the exit. You almost wish you stuck to the room with the broken computer and an ominous message from an employee. That room was much better than this, much better than the sudden fear of being shot. Or bullet-ridden and alive. Somehow, that was far worse.

you desperately wished you were as good at being sneaky, but that was a complete and total lost cause. The turrets were pointed in different directions, covering each wall in line-of-sight. Wheatley was fine on a management rail, getting to completely bypass the room, but you on the other hand were…Fucked, really.

” Inconvenient, isn’t it?” A voice rings out through the speakers, and you stuck close to the door, leaning your head back in frustration. That figures. “Of course, I could move them. They have no purpose in this room. Other than stopping bugs in the walls of my facility.” You could guess who She might be referring to, with that. “You’re the bug. I figure I might mention as much if you’re anything like her.” Well,that clears that right up.

“The incinerator is operational now.” She speaks, and you frown to yourself. You couldn’t see for sure if there were any cameras in the room, the all-seeing-eye pointed on you for the moment, but you assumed there must be one. “But with one fixed thing, another breaks. A door malfunctioned. Not far from here, actually. I’m just about to teach it something, but…I figured I might check on the fly-on-the-wall. How are you, by the way?”

You’re understanding a reason Chell might not talk, as you don’t bother with honoring the question with a response, despite Her being fully aware that you were capable of intelligent response.

”Don’t be so negative.” She chides, almost friendly, if you could call it such. At the very least, not obviously aggressive. “You should be happy, I found a use for you beyond keeping a warm fire going.” You don’t ask, and don’t especially want to know what Her plan was with you. You’d much rather try to see how fast you could run through a room, to the other door, which held wide open, like an invite. “Humans do like company. I figured you might like to keep that in mind,if you were getting lonely.”

You broke into a sprint across the room, making a bee-line for the door.

“Target acquired.”

”I see you.”

”There you are.”

which slams closed right behind you, leading to another set of rusted catwalks. Your heart pounds as you grunt, leaning backwards against the closed doors as you coughed.

“Are you still there?”

”Searching..”

”Target Lost.”

You lean hesitantly against the catwalks as you start walking again, just to get away from the room with your head and heart still intact.

”I see.” She speaks up against “You share speed in common, under pressure. That is good to know.” Another beat passes as you walk just that much faster along the catwalks while she speaks “You know, the interesting thing is that as you are not on the testing track, I could tell you anything, talk for as long as I wish.” You’d almost stop walking, but think better of it. It’s likely what she wants you to do,anyways. “But I have better things to do, than to watch a fly. Meander along.”

There’s a click that rings out somewhere above your head, the speaker She was using cutting out and producing static for a moment, before shutting off into silence.

Better to be the fly than the guinea pig, you remind yourself with a huff and you walk into the next room, which thankfully, was empty. Just blank and boring and just a little broke down. No turrets, no broken ominous computers, no weird numbers you didn’t get, nothing to read and nothing to see. Just boring.

You’re so glad it’s boring

”There you are! Was wondering how far back you might be” Well, a little less boring, certainly, but nothing you were worried about. “So, good news,” Wheatley chatters on as he watches you cross into the next room “We’re about to break her on out. And it is..Really good timing, actually. Fantastic timing, really. Couldn’t have done it better, really. So, a little update— She keeps going on about some surprise for her, and it is concerning me. Quite a bit, actually. So, Figured it out all myself, did a grand ol’ job, we’ll get some panels open in this next room and hit the ground running.”

You swear there’s something you’re missing. Something you’ve been too side-tracked by to remember.

”Oh—Well, then good. Good job”

”Huh?-oh well hm—thanks, thank you, very appreciated. Very proud of myself. Anyways, it is very good that you’re back because she is quick. Very much so. Very quick, I told her to hang on for five chambers, but I Don’t think she’ll be too ruffled to be getting out in three, right?”

”I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic.” You follow Wheatley right into the next room while he waves at you a little, signaling dramatically for you to be quiet.

”Hey, buddy!” Wheatley calls out in a rather roughly-done western accent to the woman in the room, who’d just taken quite the fall off of a hard-light bridge. You could just barely see her through the space in the panels.She landed squarely on her feet, holding the Portal gun protectively between her hands as the lights cut out. Wheatley pushed open a few panels of the back walls, and called to her “I’m speaking in an accent, that is beyond her range of hearing.” Chell stares hard at the opened panels, debating something while she starts slowly walking towards the opened wall. ”I know I’m early, but we have to go..now. So just calmly approach my position, and let’s get out of here!”

You’d just thought of something neither of you had actually prepared for, something you’d forgotten to mention and was now far too late to bring up during a mass panicking escape plan. You knew vaguely what would break and what drops would happen, and you were still at a loss with the utter lack of long-fall boots. That was something you Should’ve asked about and maybe would’ve, if the robot in question weren’t a walking, talking ‘side-line’ machine.

Chell comes just another step closer towards the panels, and a voice rings out through the dim testing chamber “Metal ball, I CAN hear you.”

”RUN- I don’t need to do the voice— run!” The paneled wall opens fully, and Chell comes running out of it, sprinting past you on top of an activated hard-light bridge to the row of catwalks. On every area of the outside were rows of panel walls and tubes with weighted cubes flowing through them. You ran after her onto the hard-light bridge. It turns off as she starts running down a flight of stairs.

”Okay! Quick recap—“ Wheatley’s voice hardly cuts through the sound of adjusting walls and shuttering panels on every side while GLaDOS tries to keep up with the movement of two humans and a Core running through the back of her facility. “—We are escaping! Alright—that’s what’s happening now, we’re escaping— you’re doing great just keep running!” You Almost see his form roll by overhead, talking while Chell leads the way, only hurriedly throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure you were there as she ran through the catwalks, ducking under a pressurized tube. “Alright— quick word, about the future plan I have in store. We’re going to Shut down her turret production line,alright—turn off her neurotoxin— and then confront her.” Chell is Fast, much faster than you were, though you weren’t surprised what with the woman being loaded up on adrenal vapor was capable of. “Again though, for the moment–Run!”

“The Irony is you were almost at the last test.” a wall opens up, and though chell spares the barest of glances, her expression hardens and she turns tail to hop onto the hard light bridge as you follow her “Here it is. Why don’t you just do it? Trust me, it's an easier way out than whatever asinine plan your friends came up with.” GLaDOS’ voice rings overhead as Chell runs across the light-bridge.

“Oh–what? How stupid does she think we are?”

You weren’t sure when it was coming,but when it did were you definitely going to be ready and prepared to fall and fall evenly–

The light-bridge vanishes under your feet. Chell lands squarely on the catwalk, which trembles under the sudden weight. On the positive note, you land on your feet,no obviously broken bones, but a shock of pain shoots right up to the knees as you seize up. Not good, not good at all, not in the least. Chell hesitates for less than a moment before she grabs your forearm before she takes off, keeping you side by side with her as she runs down the catwalks, unceremoniously dragging you with her without so much as another glance. Or a word, expectantly.

She led you through the catwalks, onto a solid metal platform with tubes running through it that closed into a box as soon as she stepped fully into it.

“Searching..”

“Woah- Hold on..we need to get you out of there–”

Chell doesn’t waste time looking. She wastes no time picking up one of the turrets with the portal gun, and it wails at her “Who ARE you? Put me down!” Before she throws it at the other with a small grunt. The two turrets burst into wails and gunfire after being knocked over.

“I heard gunfire! A little late for this, but watch out for gunfire! Probably–Probably doesn’t help at this point, but I have at least tried.”

Chell glances around herself, shooting one portal at a white wall in the box, and another through a gap in the paneled walls.

“I don’t hate you..”

She pulls you along through the portal without a second thought, tumbling through onto another set of catwalks. Around another dark corner and up another set of stairs, Chell doesn’t even look as she shoots a set of portals, sending a set of two turrets tumbling through the same set of portals repeatedly, faster and faster. She led you through a set of heavy metal doors that tried not opening before she rushed through.

Speed under pressure, She had said, and you couldn’t help but agree. Chell was much too fast, and much too smart to stop and look around herself as she ran on pure adrenaline..and a ridiculous amount of spite, you’d bet. She dragged you into an open spaced room that was peaceful for a moment.

Until the metal started tearing and ‘screaming’ as it was moved.

“She’s bringing the whole place down! This way! Hurry,Hurry get over here–” You could just barely make out the yelling over all the harsh screeching of metal as two testing tracks on opposite sides of the empty space were pulled towards the catwalks at a rather alarming speed. As panels hit a set of stairs, the catwalks broke apart and rattled as Chell ran with you in tow. You don’t speak as she drags you along, far too busy trying to breathe and trying to ignore everything colliding and falling and smashing together right over your head.

“Get in the lift! Get in!” Chell didn’t need to be told at all, she rushed through the catwalks, narrowing avoiding the catwalk breaking under her feet as she ran into the elevator, and its metal bars shut behind you and here.

“Ohhh…we made it we made it we made it,” you could hear Wheatley’s voice faintly in the distance as the elevator began to rise. “Look, I’ll meet you on the other-side!”

Chell looks around herself with a furrowed brow. Trapped in on all sides by yellowed walls, and you grunt as you lean against part of the elevator. She didn’t seem all that pleased to be in a confined space..again.

“God..This sucks.” you’re not even speaking to her. Just to the open air, but Chell’s head tilts, and she stares at you. Then, she gestures to your leg “Oh? No–it’s,it’s fine. No big deal.” She raises a brow, apparently unconvinced. You find yourself tapping your fingers against the bars of the elevator, wondering just how long this was going to take “Really, it’s no big deal. Nothing broken.” which doesn’t negate the fact that Chell had to pull you along with her to actually make it to the elevator in record time..which she clearly conveys her disbelief in you.

“Look, I’ll ask him if he can find boots for me. Would that make it better?” and subtly, Chell nods. You don’t see the point in her caring. Regardless, she’d be fine, and she doesn’t even need you to be fine in all this.

Except for the fact you’re the only other human she’s seen in quite some time. That…makes more sense for why she might want to keep you around.

“..Alright fine, i’ll ask.”

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distantlaughter · 1 year

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A lot has been written in the press about Nico Rosberg since he debuted in Formula One last season and became one of the hottest properties in the sport. But what are Nico’s favourite things away from the race track? Find out where Nico prefers to spend his holidays, what prizes he won in school and what he’s really scared of right here!

What car do you drive? An Audi RS6

Did you have a childhood hero? Mika Häkkinen

Do you have a sporting hero now? Lance Armstrong

Did you win any prizes at school? I won one for running once

Who is your favourite band? 3 Doors Down

What is your favourite film of all time? At the moment, Inside Man

And who is your favourite actor? Mel Gibson

Can you remember what the first album you ever bought was? The Lion King, when I was six year old

What things do you enjoy most away from the track? Anything to do with sport, tennis and football especially

If you could do any job in the world, apart from being a racing driver, what would it be? I’d definitely be a soccer player

What’s been the most memorable race of your career? The final round of the GP2 series in 2005, and partying with my team after winning the Championship

The most frustrating moment of your career? Pau 2003. My engine broke while I was in the lead

Where do you keep your trophies? All over the place!

Do you have any pets? I have a labrador called Teddy

Did you have a favourite toy when you were a child? My racing car built from LEGO

Have you ever bought or sold anything on eBay? I sold my mobile phone a while ago

What’s the coolest hotel you’ve ever stayed in? Soneva Fushi in the Maldives, it was great

Do you have a dream holiday destination? Ibiza

Is there anywhere in the world you haven’t been that you’d really like to visit? South Africa

Your dream dinner party guests? The models that were running down the catwalk for the Victoria Secrets show last night on TV!

Blondes or brunettes? Brunettes

Who’s the coolest celebrity you’ve ever met? Jamiroquai

What’s your worst habit? Losing things when I really need them

What are you scared of? Heights

What’s the best freebie you’ve ever been given? A cross country skiing kit

How good is your eyesight? Like an eagle!

What do you look for in the ladies? A pretty face, a rather healthy top circumference and honesty!

Do you have any brothers and sisters? Nope, it’s just me

What are your favourite shows on TV? Prison Break and 24

What were your best subjects in school? Maths and physics

What best describes your personality? I’m honest and competitive

Do you speak any languages? A few! German, French, Italian, English and I’m pushing hard on the Spanish

What’s your favourite food? Italian! Especially ravioli à la panna with some ketchup and lettuce on the top and then sprinkled with parmesan

And your least favourite food? Frogs legs!

What music do you listen to? U2, Bob Marley, Jack Johnson - quite a variety as you can see

The best piece of advice anyone has ever given you? Separate in peace because you always meet twice in life

From the Williams F1 website, originally posted 04 May 2007

#nicology #nico rosberg #my post

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 2 years

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Seeing Def Leppard in concert for the first time

This was at Hersheypark Stadium, July 12th 2022 :D

setlist

Normally I post these "concert diaries" on my main blog but we're gonna fire bulletpoints at you for this on this blog bc DUH it belongs on here, and I'm gonna talk about the ENTIRE show, not just Leppard. It was very not perfect which is what made it perfect

I got a VIP lanyard, a HUGE tote bag, and a poster with my VIP package

behind the VIP check in tent was the Leppard museum tent (but only VIP people were allowed in there)

despite this I did see the flaps from the tent blow back a lil and was able to see inside. I saw the framed pic of Joe with the guitar and his bear feet slippers, along with one of his jackets from the Hysteria/Adrenalize tour

while waiting in line for VIP check in, I SWEAR I saw Viv walk by behind the fence (meet and greet was in the tent, so it seemed to track) my heart stopped bc WAS THAT HIM?? I'm like 75% sure it was him

I FINALLY TRIED THE DEF LEPPARD BEER!!!!!! They had it at the venue and it was DISGUSTING :D It tasted like ASS I'm not a beer person to begin with so idk what I expected but it was VILE and I dumped half of it just to keep the can that I paid $16 for like seriously guys my body was shuddering bc it rejected the taste so hard

I was catty cornered from the left corner of the catwalk

before the show(s) started, at one point to the left of the stage there was a VERY loud engine noise that deadass sounded like an airplane or helicopter was about to take off right next to it, and then suddenly a LOT of smoke just started spewing out from that area, like I couldn't see 20 feet in front of me as this sound got louder and we STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS BUT IT SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME

Classless Act (opening act) played maybe 2-3 songs and were only on for ten (10) minutes MAXIMUM bc it started pOURING :DD I feel so bad for them bc they got did dirty by mother nature but I was jumping and screaming for them and I have a pic of the singer pointing right at my camera

me and Rachel got absolutely fucking soaked to the bone it was hysterical (pun not intended)

the venue made EVERYONE shelter under the stands for like 20 minutes while it briefly thunderstormed

it was HELL trying to get back onto the field and not even half of everyone was out yet and they made Joan Jett go on

I didn't know it was possible to shred on harmonica until I saw Bret Michaels

Bret is from the area so it was a homecoming show for him and most of Poison

Bret called the show "one of the best nights of his life" ;O;

Bret: *says CENTRAL PENNSYLVANIAAAA for the 43rd time in their set* the crowd:

Rikki Rocket blowing me a kiss at the end of their set

C.C. DeVille playing Eruption during his solo ;O;

the energy in the crowd fucking PLUMMETED when Crue came on LMAO like Poison HAD us and we were just :| when Crue came on

they were SO extra. Like CRINGE extra. As in before they came on they had a "national alert system" type intro video warning them that they were coming and red smoke literally filled the whole stadium and everyone halfway down the field couldn't see anything lol

Nikki was literally spitting on the crowd and I wished he would spit on me

he was also throwing open water bottles into the crowd

unrelated but Nikki's wife took their 3 year old daughter to Chocolate World and she's just had a blast it was precious

Rachel caught a pick from Nikki!!!

Vince was... yeah. He was mumbling half the time and you couldn't hear him half the time and he was out of time with the music a LOT it was uh... :/ I'll let you decide

they basically had strippers as backup singers and dancers plus the giant inflatable women... the objectification of women was extremely prominent, even in the poster for the venue

they also had a ton of sharp metal structures everywhere and for some reason Nikki and Mick's mic stands were... upside down and handing from the ceiling of the stage? at one point Nikki's was swinging back and forth SO BAD I thought he was gonna get bonked

Tommy called the crowd "Hershey squirts" and said he was upset that he hadn't seen one pair of tits yet, then proceeded to get flashed by a woman in the crowd, so he told the camera guy to put the camera on her, and this woman's tits were on the jumbotrons :| yeah. can't make this shit up. the misogyny was real.

anyway that's all I'm gonna say about Crue THANK GOD THAT'S OVER

the sunset was SO pretty before Leppard came out I hope it makes it into the Slog for this show (WHICH I CANNOT WAIT FOR BTW I'M GONNA STUDY THAT SHIT BC I WAS A PART OF THEIR LIVES LAST NIGHT)

the countdown before Leppard came on made everything finally feel real

the last song that played over the speakers before they came on was Joe's cover of Heroes ;-;

before the countdown ended I spotted Sav offstage :D

before the screen lifted I spotted Joe behind them and I frantically slapped Rachel and went "tHERE HE IS"

guys. guys. I could go on for ages about how absolutely ethereal it is to see them in person. I could. I should.

Joseph. Joseph. Holy s h i t is he the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Seeing his hair blowing back and his dimple and ugh. I was mesmerized by him the entire time I had to remember to look at the others

Sav's hair was on fleek obvi and his face is just absolutely SO pretty you guys uwu it's one of the 7 wonders of the world

Viv is precious as hell at one point he was "arguing" with this guy in crowd about giving him a pick and like crossed his arms and shit bein' sassy

I couldn't see Phil or Rick very well bc Phil was always on the opposite side of the stage so I could only see him when he was on the catwalk, and Rick was swallowed by his drum kit LOL

They opened with Take What You Want it was INCREDIBLE

I SAW SAV DO THE THINGY IRL YOU KNOW THE THING HIS SALUTE THING AAAAAAAA

Joe looking at the crowd and going "this place is fuckin huge-"

Viv playing the Armageddon It solo and kinda "kissing" the heavens (which, if you ask me, was a nod to Steve)

VIV WAVED AT ME :DD I forget what song it was but he was on my side of the catwalk and there was a little opening between the people so I leaned forward and frantically just *flutters hand up and down* and he smiled right at me and waved back with a nod I'm on life support as we speak

I THINK Sav looked at me, we made eye contact for a split second and he just kinda gave me the eyes ya know 👁👄👁 he just kinda made his eyebrows go up and gave me crazy eyes for a split second

Joe introducing Kick by going "K-I-C-K KICK *kicks*"

THEY PLAYED PROMISES THAT WAS A SURPRISE

if you watch videos of the acoustic set and you hear someone yell JOOOOOE when Joe first comes out, prob was me

Their set was cut kinda short I'm assuming bc of the rain delay earlier so they only played 2 songs in the acoustic set (This Guitar and Two Steps Behind)

Joe playing the end of Two Steps Behind by himself was absolutely an ethereal experience and I had THE perfect shot I could've taken but I was just so mesmerized by the view and the experience I just couldn't bear to look away for even a second. I might try and draw this view eventually.

This Guitar was SO GOOD LIVE I'M SO OVER THE MOON THAT THEY DECIDED TO PLAY IT

Rocket was honestly one of the best parts of the show

BOTHB/Switch 625 was a religious experience

Joe still does the stupid lil dramatic walk to the microphone like he did the music video for BOTHB what a dork uwu

by the way I know we all refer to Joe as "all legs" on here but oh my god. Guys. I can't stress enough how BEYOND true that statement is irl. Words can't describe how all legs this man truly is. I kept staring bc I was just like holy SHIT??? Like gODDAMN his legs are the only feature of his that HAS NOT CHANGED IN 45 YEARS

I wasn't expecting them to roll into Hysteria after Switch and then they suddenly did and I was blown away

Joe came out in a different jacket for Hysteria and it was kinda glittery

I almost burst into tears multiple times bc Joe is that beautiful and everything was that beautiful don't @ me

Also Joe's booty DO BE POPPIN THO you gotta believe me when I say I wasn't TRYING to look but it caught my eyes bc 👌 boi

Joe did this new ending to Hysteria that I can't really describe you'd just have to watch it yourself (this isn't from my show bc no one uploaded it yet, start watching at like 1:30 it's even more beautiful than the Heroes ending)

Joe constantly doing the finger wagging like the dorkus maximus he is

towards this part of the show (I think) Joe was constantly holding his ear piece as if he was trying to listen to someone (probably telling them they need to cut the set short or not do the encore walk off :(

obviously in Sugar he did the "from my head to my- 👁👄👁"

crowd losing it whenever Rick was introduced

they didn't have an "encore" so to say bc they just went right into Rock of Ages and Photograph without pretending to leave the stage (the venue has a sound curfew we think so they had to finish up, especially with the rain delay from hours before)

Joe did the "AND THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME THANX FOR COMIN THANX FOR HAVIN US THANX FOR BEIN HERE DON'T FORGET US AND WE WON'T FORGET YOU"

When Rick came onto the catwalk for bows, he noticed me and gave me a peace sign ;O; (perhaps he recognized me? Lol as if)

me watching Joe til he was 100% out of sight ;-; until next time, hubby <3

I will ABSOLUTELY post all my pictures and videos later (I haven't gone through them yet bc I wanted to type this out first)

#def leppard #the bullshit tour #concerts #concert log #joe elliott #rick savage #vivian campbell #phil collen #rick allen #this means I've interacted with each of the guys EXCEPT FOR JOE UGH #met rick obviously #phil answered one of my questions in a q&a #sav gave me the eyes #viv waved at me #ALL I NEED IS JOE

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...And the Fangs of Death

I did not even remember that this episode was second!!! Whew, what a way to start a season, here we go!

First of all, Flynn wearing his pajamas and robe in the Library just gives credence to the whole ‘they live there’ bit. Guardian to Guardian bonding is priceless.

Ezekiel eating once again. Boy knows what’s important. Jenkins looking for backup in the wrong place, as he said, he’s there to watch the show. Then Jenkins getting upset they don’t all know the importance of Charlene, whom let’s be honest, they don’t know well at all. Ezekiel eating pizza like nothing bother him and he’s just enjoying what’s happening. Then he gets told everyone is going.

The fact that the charm of “we’re the Librarians” works for Flynn has Ezekiel baffled and Jake frustrated. So cute boys, you’ll get there, he does have 10 years of Library experience on you. The thief is over and looking through logs with Flynn, and he keeps looking taking it all in, studying their options to see what’s happening. And again, Flynn takes Ezekiel with him. I know he needs him, but it seems like he’s letting his concern for Charlene outweigh his dislike for him, for a time anyway.

Staying back in the ‘he remembers’ lane, Ezekiel will have to deal with all his trauma at some point. He did great yelling to keep the others going, but it still is very similar to running from the rage people.

Back on track, he hacked through that footage pretty well and I’d really like someone to tell him good job at some point. Flynn being aggressive to Ezekiel because he didn’t get what he wanted, man leave the kid (realizing I’m only 8 years older than him, I still shall call him kid on occasion) alone, he is doing his best under pressure. And Ezekiel didn’t waste any time following Flynn when he just took off. I am so stressed as they run. Flynn pausing on the walkway to explain what he thinks will help, bro get across then explain. “I’ve spent my life on catwalks, I’ve got this. Go!” and he had the same look on his face that he did when he told the others there was a weapons cache, before locking them in a room. Also we need a backstory on spending his life on catwalks. A guy falling off the side, that was painful for him. Then he couldn’t even get back fast enough and no one even went to look for him. No one was there to pull him back.

They may be “safe” in the infirmary but none of them looked back to see if they were all okay because Flynn was yelling. Ezekiel clearly looked like he was in pain. Then when Jake does look back, as Flynn finds the pendant, he doesn’t take in their youngest, he just shares a bit of a sad/concerned look. Boy was staying behind everyone to avoid suspicion. I’m worried about Charlene as much as the next person, I loved the original Librarian movies, but come on! Why did it take them sooooo long to notice Ezekiel’s injury?!?! Good grief, I know he hides it well and keeps himself calm and turns so that he doesn’t show anyone his arm, but they are supposed to be super observant.

Wait, Jenkins never lies...just like Ezekiel...I could see our boy eventually being something like the caretaker. That’s just gonna float around in my mind now...

Ugh, Jake finally notices Ezekiel’s been bitten and Flynn doesn’t even look over right away. Too lost in his own thoughts. Until Jake has him sit down and the bite/blood are uncovered. Oh Flynn, feeling like giving up when he thinks he lost Charlene, you still have people in there my guy.

I just love when my 2 favorite boys work together. Ezekiel comes up with a plan to distract, Flynn eventually perks up, the smelling him is a little excessive and reminds me of the Fables of Doom, but Ezekiel’s face was confused enough to make me chuckle. “Guys, I think we have a plan.” They are a good team and I love that Flynn finally gets the chance to see it up close and be a part of it.

Okay, Flynn reaching out to touch Ezekiel’s shoulder, like he’s suddenly realizing this young man is going to go into a very dangerous situation and he can’t help, stings. “I could be wrong...” “At least then I’ll die happy, knowing you were finally wrong about something” (insert crying face) Flynn even looked like he was about to cry. Reality came crashing down on him.

I love that Ezekiel is not even a little bit bothered by Anubis, just says woof and then moves around him. This kid deserves a raise!!! I don’t know what he gets paid, but it’s not enough. He will definitely need help soon though, he was struggling to turn the steam on in the first place. It’s pretty great that the other 2 finally come out of their safe room to help. Jenkins getting defensive and protective of his youngest, just perfect. I’m a little annoyed that none of the rest of them try to go over to him to see if he’s okay when it’s done though.

The ball thing was a little silly and I can’t help but feel like, sure it might have been part of the werewolf thing fading but not gone, but I think he also may have just been playing with them. It made Jake happy, and I think that is usually his goal.

As much as I like the Flynn/Eve pairing, I do feel like she deserves better. She puts up with a lot from him. “We almost lost Ezekiel” man if that doesn’t tear at your heartstrings as either Dad Flynn almost lost his reluctant son, or just a team member who was valued and important. It’s nice for it to be acknowledged, but I also think that someone telling him how much he means, will go a long way. The others all know they deserve to be there, but the last we heard Ezekiel talk about it, he’s just there to steal stuff and is completely expendable. I need one of them to talk to him, and listen to him, at least once.

#The Librarians #Ezekiel Jones #flynn carsen #jacob stone #season3

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✼ ʾ 𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝒊 , the bits & bobs .

FULL NAME: alabama alannis levington. ALIAS(ES): bama , big al , the alabama slamma ( by fans / nascar , early in her career ) , duchess of the tracks ( by fans / nascar ). BIRTH DATE: june ninteenth. BIRTH PLACE: los angeles , california. AGE: twenty six years old. PRONOUN(S): she , her. GENDER: cis female. ORIENTATION: heterosexual , hetromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. EDUCATION: graduated from a private high school. OCCUPATION: race car driver , model. CAREER DETAILS: click here.

NATIONALITY: american. ETHNICITY: dutch , palestinian. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english. FINANCIAL STATUS: upper class. FATHER: tyler levington. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: hollywood filmmaker. MOTHER: noelle levington nee tba. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: tba. SISTER: aracely levington. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: tba. PETS: tan and white cavalier king charles spaniel named jill , black and white siberian husky named cersi. PAST RELATIONSHIPS: ford anderson ( tba ).

HEIGHT: 5 foot 11 inches. WEIGHT: 127 pounds. HAIR COLOR: naturally dirty blonde. EYE COLOR: blue - green. TRAITS: loyal , honest , charming , adaptable , cynical , unforgiving , deceptive , cruel. ZODIAC: gemini. HOBBIES: tba. CHARACTER INSPO: naomi clark , regina george , beth dutton , santana lopez.

✼ ʾ 𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝒊𝒊 , the story so far .

the levington’s , a prominent hollywood couple who were sure they’d never be able to have children of their own at the time , wanted to start a family . the second they came across the little girl , they fell absolutely in love and the adoption process started from there . changing her name to the name at the top of mrs. levington’s dream board , they made a point to include a part of her given name at birth as her middle name though , a thanks to her biological parents for giving them their baby girl in a way .

the eldest of what would become known as the levington clan , life for alabama was picture perfect . a close ( enough ) bond with all of her siblings and two loving parents . not to mention the money and fame that came with her last name , there wasn’t much for the young girl to really ask for but that didn’t stop her from doing so . known to never really be satisfied , she’s always thought there was something bigger and better around the corner and can’t seem to stomach the idea of anyone getting such a thing over her . call it entitlement , if you’d like .

growing up in los angeles didn’t do her any favors , submerged in a world were who you are and what you look like was all that really mattered . her mother was the first to jump on any chance to make her precious little girl the absolute best . taught at a young age to always step out of the house like you were walking the catwalk . you’d catch alabama dead before you ever caught her out and about in sweatpants ( to be honest , i don’t even think she owns a pair of sweatpants ) . the world really got a glimpse into how image obsessed the young girl was when she got a nose job for her sixteenth birthday . truthfully it was like some sort of right of passage among her high school friends back then . a group of private school girls who were more cliquey than anyone could really stomach .

for as long as anyone could remember she was the most pristine of her siblings , the one who always put her best foot forward . that all changed at sixteen though after a more public break up took place , she was left distraught . the only way she knew to numb her feelings was to fall into the party scene . she drank more than her body could handle , sobered up with lines , and didn’t get home until the sun was coming up . it was a rather dark point in her life . the only silver lining being she could stop whenever she wanted to ( no , seriously ) , she just didn’t want to at that time . her parents only taking it seriously when she was arrested at school for possession of drugs ( truth is , the drugs weren’t even hers she was just taking the fall for a friend but that’s something that’s never gone public ) . once they bailed her out , they almost immediately shipped her off to some rehab facility in malibu . the doctors there quickly realizing they weren’t dealing with an addict by any means just a teenage girl who was upset and lashing out . it’s unfortunately a trait no one has been able to help her unlearn , to this day she’s known to be rather difficult , especially when she feels she has been done wrong . she will lash out - violently , verbally , you never really know if venomous words or a shockingly chin rocking hit are going to come from her .

after her stint in rehab , she switched high schools ( due to being expelled ) and being her quickly found herself a new group of friends at the top of the food chain , she’s a natural social climber and doesn’t really need to put too much effort into doing so . soon enough she graduated and let’s be real her grades were good enough to get her a diploma but that’s about it . college had never been in her plans and thankfully she already had a career lined up for herself in race car driving which she’d picked up around the age of thirteen when she started kart racing . it started off as her chasing an adrenaline rush but quickly turned into so much more , after her first major competition as a teenager people around her began making claims she could break records for women in the world of racing . she has gone on to proving them all right with her career breaking barriers and winning races no woman before her ever has . alabama is the first to say the way she carries herself on the tracks is much like the way she carries herself throughout life . a women in a male dominated environment who refuses to take on the spot as anything less than just as dominating as her male counterparts , unafraid of whether that makes her too much in anyone’s eyes or not .

the tabloids often have alot to say about her and her antics but one thing that can never be said about this nepotism baby is that she doesn’t hold loyalty and honesty in the highest regard . a true rarity in the world she lives in but alabama will fall on a sword for those closest to her ( i.e her arrest back in highschool ) , she may have a cool hard shell covering her at all times but she cares immensely about her family and those she deems her friends . she’s the girl who is still close with most of her childhood friends just simply because you never turn your back on someone ( unless they give you reason to ) .

known for having a terrible track record when it comes to the men in her life , leaving her to be deemed a scorn women by many tabloids at just the age of twenty - six . her bad luck started at seventeen and has recently been topped off with her rather distasteful split with ford , in which the whole world watched him cheat on her . to say she is the leading champion of the men suck club would be an understatement . she doesn’t trust men to save a life and frankly she feels she’s entitled to those feelings .

✼ ʾ 𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝒊𝒊𝒊 , the inner circle .

coming soon !

#hillzintro #ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵃˡᵃᵇᵃᵐᵃ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ analysis ⠀ ⠀ ❫#ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵃˡᵃᵇᵃᵐᵃ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ muse ⠀ ⠀ ❫

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saitama-division · 2 years

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ARB Birthday Special: Lola Takahashi

~~ July 30th ~~

“A wonderful dress can infuse a woman with confidence and inner beauty, empowering the way she moves and feels.”

“A present? For me? Aw, babe! You shouldn’t have!”

“That’s right, it’s my birthday today! I’m so happy you remembered! *mwah*”

Voice Lines:

“I know it’s my birthday but I feel like giving back, after all, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you!”

“Okay, what’s the schedule for today? Hmm, partying, partying aaaaaand….more partying! Perfect! This is gonna be good!”

“I’m calling up Dolly and the girls, my birthday ain’t complete until me and my squad paint this town pink!”

“You know, you really made it in life when an entire city celebrates your birthday with you, seriously, they placed pink streamers and even changed the street lights pink! Isn’t that amazing?!”

“All of my modeling agencies threw me a surprise party! Even the girls I recruited sang my favorite song! It was adorable as it was hilarious but it really made me happy.”

“Hmm? Ooh! More gifts! Yeah, you can put them with the others, yeah, I know, there’s a tooooon, I had to put them in the guest room but even then it got filled up so quick. I’m looking forward to opening them! God, cleanup is gonna be a nightmare…”

“Sayaka!! Aww, thank you, sweetness! Y’know, you really didn’t have to get me anything, as sappy as it sounds, just having you here already makes me happy but knowing you, you probably already have something for me, okay, what has my special mommy got for me?”

“Wow, this is…actually pretty sweet…wait, you said you and Yoshiko worked on this?! Didn’t think she would sacrifice some of her dolls for little ol’ me. I swear, that kid’s got more talent than most people I know! Aw, c’mere! *hugs* You are the absolute best! I’ll come over later tonight but give Yoshi lots of hugs and kisses for me!”

“Okay, now I’m really excited for what you have for me, sunshine. You’re still not too upset about what I got for you for birthday, right? Okay okay, just making sure, so to be clear, you have used it rig-ow! *laughs* Alright alright, I’ll stop!”

“Sweetheart, you really know a way into a gal’s heart. I mean, the sculpture is fucking gorgeous and makes me look like the goddess that I am but the fact that you got my favorite drinks, my favorite pack of smokes and a pretty pink pocket knife makes it all the more better! *hugs* You’re really something else, Kureha, I’m really glad I met you.”

Sayaka Lines:

“Lola! Happy birthday, dear! It’s hard to believe you’re 26, you still look like you haven’t aged over 20! I can only imagine the envy some women have over you, how do you do it? Ah, sorry, I got off track, I’m here with your gift!…Aww, having you here makes me happy too, I know we didn’t get along at first but now I can’t imagine my life without you. Here, your present.”

“Do you like it? It was actually Yoshiko’s idea, I was actually surprised myself. I actually made the catwalk while Yoshiko dressed up the dolls, she paid a lot more attention to you though but I think it’s because she got to dress you up all pretty *giggles*. See? You’re in the middle on the catwalk and me, Yoshiko, and Kureha are on the side cheering you on!”

Kureha Lines:

“Happy birthday, Lola. Damn, time really flies by. Feels like yesterday that we…ah, nevermind. Yeah yeah, I got your presents. I swear, you’re like a kid…but it is your birthday so I guess I’ll let it slide. I still haven’t forgotten your “present” on my birthday but because I’m so nice, I’ll spare you…for now.”

“Look, I know you’ve been getting fancy shit from everyone all day, I mean, the sculpture isn’t really any better but by the time I decided to get you something else, it was already done so…here, another thing to brag about I guess but still, I hope the other gifts are okay, I kinda had to cut a few corners to get the alcohol and cigarettes and don’t even ask about where I got the pocket knife, I’m only slightly breaking the law because you’re like a sister to me…happy birthday.”

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sayaka miyuki #lola takahashi #kureha koizumi #femme fatale #happy birthday lola 2022 #alternative rap battle #arb

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shesholy · 1 year

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𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 . initial .

full name: alabama eleanor levington . nicknames, aliases:

bama .

big al .

duchess of the tracks . ( by fans / nascar )

the alabama slamma . ( by fans / nascar , early in her career )

age: twenty - six . date of birth: june nineteenth . place of birth: los angeles , california . nationality: american . languages spoken: english , some french .

zodiac sign: gemini . hogwarts house: slytherin . myers - briggs: esfp - t .

occupation: model and race car driver . notable career details:

race car driving : first elite tier race was the 2016 indy 500 where she placed 20th .

became the first women to win the daytona 500 in 2020 .

became the first women to earn more than five pole positions in 2021 , currently has seven .

has been voted the most popular driver in a single race eleven times .

currently holds the most wins by a women with thirty - six wins to date .

currently drives #13 ford mustang gt for nascar cup series and #20 chevrolet silverado for nascar craftsman truck series .

most recent race was the xfinity 500 in october of 2022 , where she placed 5th .

modeling : did her first vogue cover at the age of eighteen , has been on the cover of sports illustrated three times since 2014 , has walked for ralph lauren , givency , chanel , balenciaga , tom ford , prada , and more , currently the face of chanel n. 5 .

height: five foot seven . weight: 120 lbs . tattoos, piercings: same as faceclaim .

father: tba levington ( tba ) , an american producer . relationship : she is her father’s daughter , that doesn’t mean she agrees with everything he’s done but she will always back him and the same can be said for how he feels about her . she considers him her best friend even if they don’t talk everyday . mother: tba levington - tba ( tba ) , an american nfl cheerleader . relationship : they’ve always gotten along very well , they’ve always been more like friends than mother and daughter though and sometimes alabama feels a little bit of resent for that . siblings: ryder levington ( twenty - five ) , an american musician . relationship : tba . four other siblings ( tba ) pets: jill ( rottweiler , seven years old ) , cersi ( rottweiler , six years old )

gender: cis female . pronouns: she / her . orientation: heterosexual . status: single . past relationships:

ford anderson ( d. tbd )

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 . background .

inspo : maddy perez ( euphoria ) , naomi clark ( 90210 ) , danica patrick ( race car driver ) .

one of six of the levington clan , life for alabama was picture perfect . a close ( enough ) bond with all of her siblings and two loving parents . not to mention the money and fame that came with her last name , there wasn’t much for the young girl to really ask for but that didn’t stop her from doing so . known to never really be satisfied , she’s always thought there was something bigger and better around the corner and can’t seem to stomach the idea of anyone getting such a thing over her . call it entitlement , if you’d like .

growing up in los angeles didn’t do her any favors , submerged in a world were who you are and what you look like was all that really mattered . her mother was the first to jump on any chance to make her precious little girl the absolute best . taught at a young age to always step out of the house like you were walking the catwalk . you’d catch alabama dead before you ever caught her out and about in sweatpants ( to be honest , i don’t even think she owns a pair of sweatpants ) . the world really got a glimpse into how image obsessed the young girl was when she got a nose job for her sixteenth birthday . truthfully it was like some sort of right of passage among her highschool friends back then . a group of private school girls who were more cliquey than anyone could really stomach .

for as long as anyone could remember she was the most pristine of her siblings , the one who always put her best foot forward . that all changed at seventeen though after a more public break up took place , she was left distraught . the only way she knew to numb her feelings was to fall into the party scene . she drank more than her body could handle , sobered up with lines , and didn’t get home until the sun was coming up . it was a rather dark point in her life . the only silver lining being she could stop when she wanted to ( no , seriously ) , she just didn’t want to at that time . her parents only taking it seriously when she was arrested at school for possession of drugs ( truth is , the drugs weren’t even hers she was just taking the fall for a friend but that’s something that’s never gone public ) . once they bailed her out , they almost immediately shipped her off to some rehab facility in malibu . the doctors there quickly realizing they weren’t dealing with an addict by any means just a teenage girl who was upset and lashing out . it’s unfortunately a trait no one has been able to help her unlearn , to this day she’s known to be rather difficult , especially when she feels she has been done wrong . she will lash out - violently , verbally , you never really know if venomous words or a shockingly chin rocking hit are going to come from her .

after her stint in rehab , she switched highschools ( due to being expelled ) and being her quickly found herself a new group of friends at the top of the food chain , she’s a natural social climber and doesn’t really need to put too much effort into doing so . soon enough she graduated and let’s be real her grades were good enough to get her a diploma but that’s about it . college had never been in her plans and thankfully she already had a career lined up for herself in race car driving which she’d picked up around the age of thirteen when she started kart racing . it started off as her chasing an adrenaline rush but quickly turned into so much more , after her first major competition as a teenager people around her began making claims she could break records for women in the world of racing . she has gone on to proving them all right with her career breaking barriers and winning races no woman before her ever has . alabama is the first to say the way she carries herself on the tracks is much like the way she carries herself throughout life . a women in a male dominated environment who refuses to take on the spot as anything less than just as dominating as her male counterparts , unafraid of whether that makes her too much in anyone’s eyes or not .

the tabloids often have alot to say about her and her antics but one that can never be said about this nepotism baby is that she doesn’t hold loyalty and honesty in the highest regard . a true rarity in the world she lives in but alabama will fall on a sword for those closest to her ( i.e her arrest back in highschool ) , she may have a cool hard shell covering her at all times but she cares immensly about her family and those she deems her friends . she’s the girl who is still close with most of her childhood friends just simply because you never turn your back on someone ( unless they give you reason to ) .

#hillzhqsintro #ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵃˡᵃᵇᵃᵐᵃ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ muse. ⠀ ⠀ ❫

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just-lexy · 1 year

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Flatmates. Part 3.

To look for parts 1 & 2 click on the tag Bey Flatmates and you should find it. If I link things Tumblr doesn't index them for some reason.

What did you miss: Julia and Kai are both going to Versace's party. Characters: Julia Fernandez, Kai Hiwatari Ships: Nope. Mention of past ships. Rating: I don’t understand rating. Characters are over 25yo so they speak and act accordingly. Notes: Bey Universe, post championships life.

Drunk Kai Hiwatari is a sassy queen.

At that time, the next day, Julia would have been on her way back to Madrid, so mulling over it was useless. The damage was done, Kai had turned distant once more, but at least he didn’t kick her out.

She just had to avoid contact, don’t bother him for the evening, and reduce to the minimum the chance to say something wrong again.

Julia fixed her makeup, wrapped herself in a brandless vintage black coat, wore her heels, and hustled to get to the location of the Versace show with the metro, her reality check before jumping back into the glitz. It felt like diving in between different dimensions. From Kai’s polished, expensive, minimalistic interior design, to the primary-colored, smelly, and chaotic underground of Milan. Ending up in the Montenapoleone metro station in a different type of rich: ostentatious and classic.

Julia didn’t have to check her phone to find her destination since there was a big crowd coming and going from a side street: models, socialites, photographers, and curious tourists.

Aquí está, respira.

Julia stopped on her track and straightened her shoulders. It was her moment, what she had been waiting for all week. Without letting the cold air bother her, she unbuttoned the coat enough for her pride dress to be visible and confidently started walking towards the entrance of the Versace residence.

Her heels were clicking on the asphalt, and one of the handbags she helped create was dangling from her fingers. Her chin was held high and she made eye contact with a bunch of street photographers batting her eyelashes.

The world was in her hands, she had made it. It reminded her of the feeling when she decided she was going to be the first woman to win a Beyblade Tournament. Like nothing could stop her.

When she almost reached the first security check a tinted windows car approached and all the paparazzi flocked forward, flashes lighting up the street as if it was midday, to get a picture of an Italian singer - at least that’s what a lady next to her commented to her friend.

“Hello, can I get a picture of you?”

The voice arrived from behind and Julia didn’t get right away that the photographer was talking to her, but as soon as she did she poker-faced her surprised and pleased reaction, taking a few steps away from the crowd and posing for her first street-style picture ever.

It was all real, she could not be bothered with all the rest. Not the attitude of her boss when they met inside the villa, not the bewilderment seeing the inside of the historical palace, not the number of celebrities she followed daily walking around her and taking their seat along the course of the catwalk.

The lights, the music, the models, the garments, the accessories. Everything was perfect. Julia felt like she belonged, like this was what she wanted her future to be filled with.

Inspired. Excited. Invigorated. Enlivened.

All the words in her vocabulary weren’t enough to describe it. And she needed to live it fully, so she did what she knew how to do best: talk. She started talking to everybody. Complimenting, commenting, and exchanging contacts.

She didn’t expect anything from any of it, she just wanted to live in the moment.

Her failed conversation with Kai was a distant memory. He had appeared briefly when the party had moved to the garden - no, seriously, how could exist a garden that size in the epicenter of Milan? - and had nodded in salutation from afar.

Julia would have kept ignoring him all night, but then she took a glimpse of his jacket - the damned jacket of disgrace - of him laughing at what his interlocutor was saying - el traicionero was giggly with everybody except her apparently - and right after of the face of his interlocutor. And there she froze.

Why on Earth was Kim Jones - the Kim Jones, creative director of Fendi, Dior, and Louis Vuitton - entertaining a conversation with Kai Hiwatari?

Her fingertip closed on the fabric of the handbag and she had to stop her feet from automatically charging on the couple. She needed a plan. They would have finished talking soon enough and she could then intercept him. But the conversation was proceeding for another minute, and then another, and then another.

Julia wasn’t known for her patience, patience was assigned to Raul at birth. She was left with impulsivity. And after all, she had angered Kai Hiwatari enough already, there was nothing to lose.

A waiter passed in front of her carrying a tray with champagne glasses and there it was her hook. Julia grabbed two glasses and sprinted forward, in her head an old mantra - la fortuna sonríe al atrevido - and she nonchalantly interrupted the conversation.

“Here you are,” Julia stated handing the glass to Kai. “Sorry, I couldn’t find the ladies' room.”

Por favor, don’t betray me!

Kai accepted the glass. He didn’t show any kind of surprise or annoyance, his expression as unreadable as ever until he smirked and made his glass clink with Julia’s and Kim Jones’ almost empty one. “This is Julia Fernandez,” he then added with the ease and confidence networking courses try to teach to their students. “It’s her first Fashion Week as a designer. Can you remind me of the name of the brand?”

Julia suppressed the urge to jump and bear hug Kai - because it wasn’t the time nor the person with whom she could let go like this.

It was a masterpiece of introduction, the help she needed to start a conversation, fangirl a little but also present herself as a professional.

Corporate Kai Hiwatari was awesome.

“How did I go?”

By the tension on her shoulders, it seemed like their conversation had lasted an hour. By the lightness in her head, barely five minutes. For sure, she was feeling all over the moon.

“Depends on what was your goal,” Kai answered leaving the now empty glass on another passing tray.

“Speaking to Kim Jones.”

Kai scoffed amused, starting to move back inside. “Then, it was a success.”

Julia took a second to ponder on his words, the butterfly in her stomach still flying around undisturbed.

“Wait, what do you mean by that? Did I do something wrong?”

Julia started pestering Kai, her resolution to leave him alone was lost and forgotten. Not to mention her renovated interest in his connections. Joder, Kai was speaking to Kim Jones as an old friend, who knows how many others could they encounter if she stayed close enough.

And so she did.

The way Kai interacted with people was bizarre. Julia wouldn’t have ever thought of Kai as a social person, she had just seen him at ease with his two Bey teams. To some extent, he still looked like the loner type, but people seemed to be carried his way, they would come to say hello and exchange a few words. One guy even tried to hit on him not too blatantly.

What surprised her was Kai playing along. Greeting them, giving a piece of his mind on random topics of conversation, thanking them for a compliment on his look without sounding vane.

What could she say, el chaval looked great, had an excellent posture, and spoke even better. From their sushi dinner, he had changed into a very Versace shirt, all colors and patterns - if he had worn that before she wouldn’t have doubted even a second where he was headed - a few accessories complemented the look, his hair looked soft and shiny, and he wore eyeliner. He could have been walking the runway and she wouldn’t have questioned it.

“I can’t believe he pulled it again.”

Somebody just approached Kai on the other side. Somebody a bit shorter than him, because she could only see appearing a hand holding a phone, showing some Instagram story to Kai.

“I wonder what Gigi might think of it.”

The voice was familiar, though she couldn’t place it right away. He kept commenting on famous people on a first-name basis - Gigi, Emily, Chiara, Donatella - his hands drawing shapes in the air, and his accent was all very Italian. And there she connected, the voice she was used to hearing from her daily strolling on social media.

Julia leaned forward to peek behind Kai and could finally confirm the guy - who was carelessly placing a hand on Kai’s forearm to emphasize his disbelief at some anecdote he was telling - was “Blonde Frittomisto”, a fashion influencer who became famous for his ironic style and managed to launch his jewelry brand.

When he finally noticed her, he dramatically stopped his tale and looked at Kai, “Who’s that?”

“Julia,” Kai simply stated. The influencer gave her a scan from head to toe while Kai proceeded with the introductions. “Seba. Seba, Julia.”

“Sebastiano, only believes in Madonna, Gaga, and Britney,” Julia automatically recited the catchphrase of one of his most viral content.

Seba bit his lower lip and hissed, “Oh, I like her!” before starting to smile and include her in his neverending chattery.

“Are you coming to the club as well?”

After collecting the important information - they had a list in one fancy club in Garibaldi and Kai was going along with a few other friends - Julia looked at Kai as if asking for silent permission to join that was granted when he shrugged lightly.

Socialite Kai Hiwatari was awesome.

It started to rain again when they were in the taxi. It must have been close to sunrise but there was no way of telling given the shitty weather.

Julia had managed to stay tipsy, smartly declining a few drinks offering - and a sniff offering from one of the models who joined them - and overall enjoyed the night out.

They had been in the privè of the club most of the time, a famous deejay was performing, and the company was pleasurable.

Arriving in front of Kai’s building felt like a bit of a Deja Vu, even though the circumstances had changed completely from a few days before.

She paid for the ride and shook slightly Kai’s shoulder to urge him to get out and guide him through the door, saying hello to the night concierge, and proceeding toward the elevator.

“I can walk, you know?” Kai told her when they got out of the elevator on the last floor and Julia tried to take his arm. He made a few steps and could indeed walk, not in a straight line though.

Kai Hiwatari was drunk, but at least he resulted to be a fun drunk. His look was still socialite-worth, his eyeliner had just smudged a bit, and his hair was a bit messier, but he could have still looked good on a runway. Especially since he was overly swaying his hips.

Julia couldn’t suppress a laugh, her inhibitions - if she ever had some - were still at the lowest level.

“What are you laughing at?” Kai turned and almost lost his balance, making Julia laugh even more. “Girl, give me a break?”

But Julia couldn’t stop. Kai had been acting funny for too long and had taken some quirk from the people around them, Seba especially, with his habit to call “girl” every he/she/them in the room or as intercalation in every other sentence.

When Kai managed to open his front door and get into the apartment, Julia was still giggly and Kai had surrendered and joined her.

Heading to the kitchen, she decided to take the situation into her hands, for both hers and his sake: she retrieved her box of wet wipes to remove their make-up, filled two glasses of water, and looked for some solid food.

They incoherently continued to chat about the night and Kai’s friends, Julia scoffed a few other impulsive comments but this time Kai seemed to not notice or care about it.

“You can’t fool me anymore. I found out how you get invited to Versace’s party,” Julia tasted the suspense she was building, even if it was just for herself. “You are banging the influencer.”

At the club, she had a glimpse of Kai and Seba on the dance floor shamelessly making out, before they disappeared for a while. There was little to deny there.

Kai looked at her seriously and leaned closer as to whisper a secret - or a threat.

“You mean,” he raised his finger and wiggled it in front of her eyes, making Julia try to suppress another laugh. “He gets invited to Versace’s party because he is banging me.”

There were three seconds of silence when they looked straight into each other’s eyes and then they burst into laughter.

“I need to sleep,” Kai said suddenly, his hands going up to massage his forehead.

This time, he didn’t protest when Julia followed him to help. She was scared of the combination of his swaying and the stairs climbing. In fact, the first couple of steps seemed overwhelming.

Kai stopped and looked up to the darkness of the first floor.

“Remind me, why did I put my room upstairs?” He then turned to Julia expecting an answer she couldn’t give. “Fuck it.”

Julia was forced to retreat with him, looking at him sprawling out on the sectional in the living room. With a sigh, she followed him and got comfortable on the cushions.

Silence filled the room, Kai had closed his eyes, his breathing evening out, and Julia enjoyed the calm and quiet, her fingers mindlessly reaching for a strand of Kai’s hair to put it back in place.

“You are not that bad, you know?” Kai softly spoke after a while.

“Oh, thank you,” Julia responded with a smile, she was getting sleepy. “I thought you hated me.”

“I did.”

Julia frowned, not expecting this turn of the conversation. Kai was dragging his words on the verge of sleep and she was too tired to think too much about it.

“How come?”

“‘Cause, you took Yuriy away from me.”

Julia looked down at Kai’s peaceful expression.

Mierda.

#bey flatmates #beyblade #beyblade fanfiction #my writing #kai hiwatari #julia fernandez #this is far from polished and perfect #but I have to carpe diem

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giacofmanytrades · 1 year

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Man Me A Slime (Reprise)

Fuck it, gonna keep posting chapters from my book Obnoxious for giggles. I’m in a body horror mood and honestly enjoying knowing my work exists outside my Google Drive for its own sake.

Do you like slime? Do you like science? Do you like soap??? Consequences of a guy getting slutched below:

So here we are again, in the van with the radio at max volume and Alan’s knuckles white against the steering wheel.

His foot covers the brake. No one can know what happened tonight. Hell, Alan doesn’t even understand what happened himself. The facts he does have are these: Nick fell, and when Alan scrambled down to the factory floor to find an opening he burned his hand on the metal siding. Alan had no way to get Nick out. His best friend of twenty years had fallen into a vat of boiling hot cleaning fluid and had to be dead.

Alan couldn’t believe it. He ran back up to the catwalk, to go and see if anyone could help from the office building, when he caught a glimpse of the fluid in the vat. It had changed color. Something shifted on the fluid’s surface.

And then Nick emerged from it, and Alan froze in his tracks. His friend, alive, but floating and so covered in the stuff from the vat that Alan couldn’t see a trace of the man underneath. Nick, talking and laughing like this accident was nothing more than stubbing his toe on a chair.

The guard taking his attention was a relief, really. It got Nick from his line of sight and allowed him to make small talk with Ronny Vizzini’s father. Not that they’re more than acquaintances, but it let Alan forget what happened long enough to construct some story to deny it, scabbing the memory clean over.

Until Nick reappeared and ripped it clean off. Now he’s got to drive because Nick can’t, unsure of where to go. His first thought is home, to Cleary Street. With Mary-Anne and his nice quiet job and his nice quiet house, where his nice quiet life fits together like a puzzle. Maybe a tedious puzzle some days, but something that ultimately makes sense when he lays it all out and puts it together.

Headlights pass again. What if they get pulled over? He’ll be recognized as Mary-Anne’s husband immediately. There go any dinner plans with Sheriff Harrington and his wife for however long his sentence lasts. What charges are passed for trespassing in a soap factory and falling in a vat of toxic waste after hours?

Okay, it sounds silly when he puts it like that. He didn’t do anything wrong. But he was seen alone in the factory, by a guard he talked to who definitely knew who he was. They could be in trouble for tampering with private property. What if Nick gets fired?

He can’t think clearly with the audio bombast. “Nick, you need to turn it down,” Alan says.

The bounce of Come On Eileen quakes Nick’s toy collection on the dash. “It’s gonna be fine, Mo,” he says, and holds up his hand to the speaker. The slime on his skin wriggles with the vibrations from the music.

“Fine? We need to get you to a hospital,” Alan says. But they can’t. The nearest hospital is out in Baker City. Mary-Anne can see Nick here in town, but she’s hardly a specialist in chemical burns or mysterious anti-gravity goop. The longer Alan waits to find an answer, the worse Nick’s condition could become, though. “How are we going to fix this?”

Nick mumble-sings the next verse, then goes all out in the chorus. “I’m fine!” he says when he gets to the next part he doesn’t know. Then he goes right back to too-rye-aying.

Alan shivers. His adrenaline’s coursing like there’s a gun to his temple, except it’s Nick’s head instead of his own on the chopping block. “What if this got inside you?” he asks. “You could be burned under all this. You could be poisoned even if you feel fine now, Nick. We have to get you to Mary-Anne. You need a doctor.”

“I am a doctor.”

“In biochemistry!”

Nick shimmies to the music. “I’m gonna be fine.”

Alan turns the radio down. “You need help! We have to fix this before it gets worse.”

The radio’s turned right back up. “Just take me to my lab,” Nick says, arms crossed. It looks like they’re oozing together when Alan sees it, but he blinks his focus back onto the road.

“What are you talking about?” Alan asked. “Do you see yourself? I don’t know if an MD can help you with this. There has to be someone who knows how to get this stuff off of you safely. Maybe we should turn around. We could talk to whoever designed this. An expert.”

The too-rah-loo-rye-ays get louder, thunderous in the small cab. Whatever Nick says is lost in it and Alan turns it down.

“What did you say?”

“I said, I’m an expert! Take me to my lab and I can analyze it there. We good?”

Nick dials up the music. Alan dials it down. They tousle a second before the wheel jerks and Alan’s grabbing at it again with slippery hands.

“We are not good! This is not good. There has to be a way to get this stuff off of you.” Alan’s all for hosing Nick down if it gets his skin out from whatever this is. Just the sample alone seems to have burned him on the catwalk. What if leaving it on so long makes the damage it’s doing permanent?

“This stuff is me,” Nick says. He reaches for the volume but Alan bats at his hand again.

“Stop that! Nick, you can’t actually think this floating thing is permanent. If we don’t do something about this, you could die.”

“I already died!”

Alan stomps the brake.

Nick’s thrown forward. Yellowish fluid makes a sickening splat across the windshield and dash, the majority of it pooling into the floorboard.

Alan looks at the floorboard. He looks at the empty seat. He can’t breathe.

The goo wiggles. Nick’s yell bubbles out if it. The puddle on the floor sloughs back into the seat in a Nickish shape. His hands pat over his body, but nothing seems to be missing other than a thin layer of clear soap.

“I am okay!” he announces. Nick gives a thumbs up. It’s like watching a flattened cartoon character peel off the pavement after an anvil.

Alan twitches. Maybe there’s a laugh in him somewhere, but it’s buried deep right now. He puts the van in park. He leans back, knotting his fingers and forcing himself not to strangle his sweater vest. That’s. That’s a lot to look at.

Nick examines his hands. “Sorry, babies,” he croons to his stuffed animals, all dripping with a thin layer of slime. “D’you think we can wash this off ‘em alright?”

“You don’t mean that. What you said,” Alan says. He couldn’t have. Nick had come out of that vat laughing. Excited. Ghosts don’t bounce back from death and throw a party.

Well, Nick’s ghost might. Alan sits back.

Nick’s booped the nose on a frog. The slime on the frog absorbs back to his finger with the touch. He grins. Looking at him, really looking at him, Alan can see the details he missed. The eyes, and Nick’s mouth, and how the opaque goo he’s made of has a jello-like translucence if you look too hard.

What looked skin deep at a glance is too strange to ignore now. Nick catches him looking. He winces.

“My body fuckin’ dissolved back there. Poof. Gone, Mo.”

There’s a beat of silence. Nick collects the rest of the slime from the dashboard, then the windshield. The big splat sucks back to his hand. He’s avoiding Alan’s eyes. He’s known this whole time, and let Alan go on talking like he has. “Nick,” he says.

Nick shuts his eyes. “Shit. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way,” he cries. “I just want you to know I can’t just. Take this off. It’s not so bad, I promise! If you just wanna drop me off, I can figure it out myself.”

Alan shifts back into drive. The radio fuzzes back to life. Nick turns it off.

Alan lets out a rattled sigh. He sets his hands at ten and two. Somehow, horribly, the reality sinking in is a relief. He’s not going to stop worrying about Nick. But having even this impossible certainty is a lot better than before. He can handle what he knows.

He takes a deep breath. “So. Where’s your lab?”

***

Nick’s “lab” is easy to find. It’s an old diner off the downtown strip, abandoned as the Flour Pour factory once was. Geena’s came up in the fifties, before the weight of the A&W and other, better burger joints sank it. Alan had never been inside when the place was open, but he’s familiar with the whitewashed stone box and its neon red, yellow, and blue facade above double doors. Nick has him pull around to the back, where a door waits beside a dumpster full of old fixtures and signage.

Nick’s got to be let out of the car and into the building, not that he doesn’t make an attempt with his sudsy hands. He’s delighted to find he can flip the light switch on his own. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, floating into a small hallway. On his left is the door to a darkened kitchen, on his right the door to a bathroom. Then they’re in a spacious dining lobby. The L-counter and its rows of upholstered stools are intact, along with one of the dining booths right off the door. Grimy chrome, yellowed linoleum, and checkered tiles glint in the bright tube lights. Where one of the dining booths used to be rooted now holds a tower of boxes and a red couch.

Alan takes it in with a smile. He can see how benches could be made from the counter, where equipment can be stored if they reuse some of the old shelves he saw out back. The thought of the place restored through his tidying calms him.

Nick tests the plastic wrap still coating his couch. He flops down against it. “So what do ya think? It’s a dive, but I think it’s groovy.”

Alan shrugs. Now that he’s exhausted his ability to be physically anxious, all he can think about is what he’ll tell his wife. He takes a seat at Nick’s side, avoiding the translucent ooze now stuck to the plastic. He rubs his eye on his forearm, since there’s still some soap on his hands.

“I should call Mary-Anne,” he says. “Got a phone?”

“By the soda fountain,” Nick says.

Alan moves behind the counter. The soda machine against the wall has Coke logos on its taps. He fiddles with a Dr. Pepper tap while he dials the clinic.

“Perkins Primary Care?”

His relief almost knocks him off his feet. It’s a wave so palpable he grips the tap and steadies his feet. “Mary-Anne? Christ, you will not believe the night I’m having. I love you.”

“Al, it’s only six. Where are you? The house?”

“No, I just,” Alan says, and squeezes his eyes shut. That opener hardly inspired confidence and calm. “I’m just not going to be home tonight. I’m staying over at Nick’s.”

“Yeah, he dropped by. Is everything okay? I told him you needed a night out, but if you two got into anything too-”

“No. Mary-Anne, we’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

“You only say that when things aren’t fine, Al.”

“I do not!” Alan cries. Nick flinches. “I’m with him right now. He’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I’ll be home in the morning but he,” he says, and falters. Telling her Nick died is the exact opposite of fine. “He just needs me right now.”

She yawns. “Do whatever you got to, sweetheart. Just be careful, whatever you’re doing. I better not catch either of you in here on a gurney.”

Alan smiles, despite everything. “I’m fine. That part’s true.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow.”

“See you. I love you.”

Her chuckle’s like an oasis. “You said that already. Love you, too.”

Alan hesitates putting the receiver down. He just stands there with the phone beeping in both hands. He presses the speaker to his forehead with his eyes closed. Mary-Anne at the nurse’s station, bedecked in solid print scrubs and slouching while Rhoda does up the last of the paperwork so they can all go home. Only getting one real rest every few hours and having to spend it on him.

“Is everything, uh, okay?”

“Eh.”

“Eh?”

“Eh,” Alan says, with emphasis, and presses the phone until it makes a dotted mark on his brow. His mouth twists before he puts the receiver back up. The silence left behind is deafening, widening the distance between the two men trapped inside it.

“I love you, Mo.” Small and quiet.

“Nick.”

“I do. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I am so sorry this happened.”

“Nick, it’s okay. It’s just going to be hard to explain this. I don’t know what we’re going to do. But I’m not leaving you. Okay?”

“You don’t have to stay.” Nick’s curled up into himself on the couch. “You got me home. I can do the rest from here.”

Alan smirks. “Huh. Might end up with biased results, studying yourself all alone. You can’t drive, Nick. I’m going to stay and help you.”

Nick’s dripping shape sharpens up and glows bright orange like when he’d come out of the vat. Seems to be his happy color. “Can’t argue there. What do you want to do?” Nick asks.

Alan yawns. He’s got no energy for unloading the van or unpacking Nick’s boxes, as much as he wants to organize their resources. His head still spins like he’s the one dissolving, or maybe like his body’s still there but he’s stepped out to the side for a second.

Finally, he comes back to his senses. “It’s your lab,” he says. “Do you need anything? Are you…” He glances at the hand-off window looking into the kitchen. “Hungry?” Oh god, what if he is? Alan doesn’t even know where he would begin with that.

Nick brightens. His slime does a little dance across his body, flushing orange again. “I don’t know yet! Maybe I don’t have to eat anymore. I mean, I don’t exactly have the plumbing for it.” He opens his mouth and points inside. “See in there?” he says, even as his mouth doesn’t move. The sound just radiates out of him, like a speaker. “No hole! Nowhere for food to go!”

Alan sees what he means. He takes a deep breath as he stares. “Right.”

“My eyes don’t look like my old eyes, either. But I still need glasses for some reason? How’s that even work? I don’t got retinas to be myopic.”

“I don’t know,” Alan says. “Who says you don’t? There looks like two layers of this stuff. Soap’s not supposed to separate like this does, so why do you?”

“I don’t know!” Nick says. “Huh. If there’s two layers, they’re gonna need different names. We need names for this.”

“Yeah.” It’s going to get confusing if they don’t develop a taxonomy. Alan’s brain would also love to stop snagging like a belt loop on a fence when he calls these materials Nick. Naming all this strangeness makes it less strange, or he can hope it might.

“Can we do that?” Nick asks, squishing his fingers into his belly. His fingers go through the translucent layer into the next, absorbing into his inner one. Alan’s mouth tests out a number of responses to this, but none of them quite capture how he feels beyond another ‘eh’.

“It’s your you,” he decides, voice chipping instead of fully cracking. “You name yourself.”

“True!” Nick says, and pulls his hands from his own guts without trouble. The holes from his fingers fill in. “I think I’m goo- the me stuff that moves and talks- and then this drippy stuff on the outside is gunk. Not sure what it’s for just yet. Oh, and my eyes are my eyes.”

Alan leans against the counter. “And your glasses are your glasses.”

“That, too! Those are in one of my boxes.” Nick floats to the stack for his backup pair. Alan rips open the one he indicates. Among what looks like the contents of an old desk is a pair of glasses with a cracked lens.

Nick places them on what’s left of his nose. He blinks. “Whoa.”

“Same prescription?” Alan asks. “Maybe the vat copied human you, and that’s why these eyes are like your old ones.” There’s a sentence Alan never thought he’d say.

“Maybe! If it copied my eyes, I dunno what made it copy those and not everything else, though.”

“What do you mean?”

Nick waves sharply downward with both hands, mouth in the closest thing to a frown that Alan’s seen from him all day. Alan’s ready to go into one subject, before Nick narrows his brows and pulls his feet up, sitting in midair. “I don’t got toes, Mo,” he says.

“Yes.”

“And I’m smooth as a Ken doll now. So we’ve got that. But, come on, I got fingers but my other digits didn’t get copied? What was that vat thinking? I’m gonna look like I’m wearing socks forever now.”

Alan takes stock as Nick mourns the loss of his toes. Aside from the obvious missing parts- skin, bones, teeth, organs, and most other human components- Nick looks the same in build and proportion. It’s like the goo was poured into a Nick-shaped mold and he popped right out, unless he melts to a puddle like he did in the van.

Which he agrees not to do again, for Alan’s sanity. Nick says splatting on impact doesn’t hurt, but Alan isn’t spiritually prepared to see his friend as a stain tonight. Tomorrow, maybe. It’s not like they can’t learn a lot from Nick just floating from room to room. There’s technically four, including the storage room in the kitchen. Said kitchen contains a stovetop, several dishes including a stockpot, a fridge, and a three compartment sink. The fryer’s ripped from the wall, but the prep tables and other fixtures are in good repair.

Exploring the storage room is where Alan has to draw the line on melting. The room is locked, and before Alan can get Nick’s keys from the dining room, Nick’s already on the floor like a spill and creeping under the door itself. Alan rattles the handle. Then he hears behind the door, “I’m good! Not much to see in here! Just junk.”

Alan yelps. He’s about to run for the keys, but he hears a sizzle.

Under the knob fizzes. Orange fingers push through the metal like wet clay. Then the whole hand makes it through, giving Alan a cheery wave.

“Check it out! I’m corrosive! That’s cool.”

The door falls open. Nick’s on the other side, grinning at his fingers.

“I don’t think you should make a habit of that,” Alan says.

“Wonder what else I can corrode.”

“Nick, no.”

“What’s my pH then?” Nick asks, smearing his hand down his belly. How his glasses aren’t fizzling is a mystery, too. “Probably super basic, knowing detergents, but most detergents don’t do that kinda corrosion. What if it’s selective?”

“Who knows?” Alan says.

The storage room is stacked with trash and boxes of offal. Not much of it is usable, but Alan thanks his lucky stars none of it’s perished food. At least they know they have the dumpster out back to get rid of it.

They go from the storage room to check out the bathroom. Alan washes up, then they try to rinse the gunk from Nick’s goo so they can get a sample. They’ve already collected some gunk in a tupperware for study, but getting underneath Nick’s outer layer proved tough. Nick sticks his hand under the tap to test it out.

It burns him at the touch, even if it’s set to ice cold. “Turn it off, turn it off!” he cries. He fumbles at the knob before Alan shuts the water off. Can’t help but wonder why he didn’t pull his hand out the moment he was burned, but Alan shivers at his idea of hosing the goo off him earlier.

“I don’t think water likes me anymore,” Nick mumbles, eying his fingers slowly reforming from the goo pooled in the sink.

Alan drags him from the bathroom from then on. Nick avoids the sinks like the plague, which the bathroom’s might have if it’s been abandoned this long. There’s not much mold to be found in the building, but it’s still been at least a decade since it was in regular use. Begs the question of if the goo can contract illness, but because Alan definitely can he makes a note to scour it later.

It’s two in the morning when they finally throw in the towel. Alan pulls off the plastic wrap and crashes on the couch with a Hudson Bay blanket, Nick on the floor with his mattress from his van. It’s oddly cozy in the quiet of the diner. Headlights flicker through the windows overlooking the street, still painted over from the original closure. It’s not the worst place to wait out this weirdness.

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『𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥』

note : my requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests♡

pairings : bucky barnes x rogers!reader

word count : 870

request by @a-j-stuffs (thank you!) : steve finds out that his little sister is not innocent anymore.

warnings : 18+, smut, cursing words, nipple playing, fingering

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

Sometimes having two super soldiers in your life wasn’t a positive thing. No, it was actually very annoying especially if you had to spend the whole weekend with them.

Being the sister of Captain America himself was like being behind a walking wall. People never really cared about you. All they cared about was your brother Steve Rodgers but you loved him anyway. You appreciated his will to protect you but sometimes he was just too much.

It wasn’t like you had no one to protect you. Far from it. You were not only his sister but the girlfriend of one of the deadliest assassins, the Winter Soldier. Although that’s not right. He was Bucky now. James Buchanan Barnes a friend, an avenger, and an amazing boyfriend.

Bucky showed you a new way of living. With him, you felt free and safe. With him, nothing else mattered like the whole world closed its doors and it was only you and him.

You were with him for over a year and you both lived in Wakanda. Away from the noise of big cities, away from Steve and the others.

Who thought that you will find a new way to spend time at night or during the day when you had nothing to do or most of the time on purpose? You never thought that having sex with someone could be such a pleasant experience. You were wrong and James proved it to you very well.

Now almost half a year later you found out that you were even more sexually obsessed with him than he was with you. You loved to try new things in bed from cockwarming to different positions like 69 and doggy style.

You loved it but to be honest you loved it because it was with James. Steve had no idea about how his innocent and sweet sister turned out to be a slut for his best friend’s cock.

It was an early afternoon when Bucky came from work helping TÇhalla with something. He was tired but the moment he saw you wearing a tight, extra short dress that highlighted all your curves and if you bent a little it showed off your pretty, black thong bikini not to mention how your breasts were going to spill out from the front of the dress.

“There you are, Sergeant.” You approached him with a catwalk and placed your palms on his chest. He didn’t say anything at first just leaned down, placing his chin on your shoulder while his hands slid around your waist, down your back until they stopped at your ass, grabbing it eagerly.

The feeling of the soft skin squished under his palms made him groan, the little vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly he grabbed you by the butt and placed you on the kitchen counter, tearing your dress in sheds tossing it to the sides. Your panties followed after.

Your tits bounced when he vigorously started kissing your neck leaving red marks behind, down your throat and chest until his tongue captured one of your nipples.

Sucking harsh on your sensitive spot his fingers came down to rest between your legs. He slid his fingers through your soaking wet folds, the sound of splashing making you both moan.

“Already so fucking wet for me, doll. My pretty little princess.” He groaned while tickling your clit.

You unbuckled his belt and freed his already hard cock, the tip of it shining with pre-cum. Seeing his dick like this made the knot in your stomach untie and your juices made a mess around Bucky’s fingers.

He leaned against you making you lay on the counter. He was just about to slide his fucking precious cock into you that you craved all day when you heard a loud gasp.

Both of you turned your heads in panic at the sound. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve sitting next to the front door looking absolutely in shock.

Bucky quickly hid his dick back in his pants but the problem was you. You didn’t have any clothes to put on right now so all you could do was cover your parts with your hands and squeeze your tights together.

“Oh my god… What was that!” Steve exclaimed. “Bucky what are you doing to my sister!”

“Steve I’m 25! I’m not a kid anymore!” You shouted back at him not getting any of his overprotective shit anymore. “Besides I enjoyed it and you won’t stop me from having sex with James!”

Steve blushed embarrassed as his eyes darted between you and Bucky. “I hate to say this but I guess you are right. You are not a kid anymore and I know Bucky won’t ever hurt you. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Steve confessed bringing his gaze down at his feet.

“Yayyy!” You jumped from the counter and went to hug Steve.

“Oh my god, doll! Come back here you are naked!” Bucky ran towards you and stopped you in your tracks enveloping you into his arms.

“Yeah, I absolutely forgot about that.” You murmured against his chest. Finally, your brother saw that you are not a kid anymore. You were an adult and adults get dicked down.

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jiminzfilter · 3 years

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→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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apiratewhopines · 2 years

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Stack the Deck

Chapter 15/22 (updating daily)

Story Summary: When his brother’s best friend calls in desperate need of help, mercenary Killian Jones will stop at nothing to save the woman from his old enemy. Flying halfway across the world to meet Emma Swan was all part of the plan, falling for her not so much.

Between deadly inventions, criminal masterminds, and his feelings, he soon realizes he may be in over his head.

That’s just the way he likes it, really.

Rating: M

Thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for reading this over and making it better!

“There’s a warning written in the corners of your face

Whiplash and you left me in a vapor trail”

-I Don’t Wanna Talk, Glass Animals

Killian had never been much for praying, wishing, hoping, or dreaming. He considered himself a pragmatist, rooted in reality and well-versed in the fact that life wasn’t fair.

However, when he saw a familiar blonde head kicking someone’s ass in a dark corner, he did briefly consider believing in miracles.

He had waved David away, the man’s presence bringing an irksome number of women in their sphere, attempting to distract them from the business at hand. He had come there to take Hyde out, and he didn’t have the time or energy to kowtow to the masses.

When the team split up to cover more ground, he knew he had a limited amount of time to get ahead of the storm that was gathering on the horizon. David wanted to call in their stolen vehicle, allowing the police to do the work of tracking down his wayward lass, but he was resistant. While he would have dearly loved to be the one to bail Swan out of jail, he knew people like Gold and Hyde had loyal men everywhere, both in the cells and on the force. He couldn’t risk any harm coming to her.

Instead, he had decided to cut the threat off at the source. He knew he would find Emma, relishing the thought of proving her wrong about him and them in ways that they would both enjoy, but she was slippery. He couldn’t take the chance someone else would find her first.

So, he would simply have to neutralize any threats to her directly and once he knew he was the only one looking, truly savor the hunt.

Hyde was a man made for dark spaces, slimy and vicious, but he wasn’t particularly hard to find. The crime lord didn’t exactly keep a low profile. While there were whispers and hints he would be on the move soon, all of Will’s sources said he wasn’t going anywhere until after Sunday night.

Which just so happened to be the date Tiny dug up for the auction.

They had tracked him to his stateside lair, a place of hidden deals and illegal activities. A fat stack of bills had ensured they gained entrance to the club and access to the second floor, the VIP space where the real business happened.

He had bided his time, occasionally chatting with David over their headsets when there was a temporary respite from the mind-numbing repetitive noise that passed for music in this club. He had noted the traffic going to the catwalk but wasn’t ready to abandon his watch just yet. He preferred greeting Hyde in a less controlled environment.

When the ogre of a bouncer made a beeline past him, his curiosity was piqued. The man appeared to be on a mission, and with nothing better to do until Hyde left his high ground, he followed.

The sight of Swan being cradled against the larger man, however unwillingly, did something to him. He had heard the phrase ‘seeing red’ all his life but never truly understood it until then. Although truth be told, the color of his emotion at the moment was black, like the charred remains they would someday find of the bouncer.

He was two seconds away from murder when Swan made his intervention unnecessary by beating the bloody bastard to a pulp. Admiring the tantalizing expanse of creamy skin on display as her skirt drifted higher with every kick and movement, he faded back into the shadows and thanked his lucky stars she was not only all right without him but apparently thriving.

Except he would have hoped for a little bit of yearning while she was taking care of business. He’d been overcome with it since they parted, after all.

His lovely Emma’s instincts were impeccable as always. Killian could tell by the way she kept monitoring her surroundings that she sensed his presence. If he had announced his arrival like a gentleman, she wouldn’t have lost the upper hand and been tossed to the ground by the brute. Knowing it was likely his fault she had just fallen on her perfect backside, he stepped out of the shadows and took great delight in ensuring her safety in a way guaranteed to hurt her attacker for many days to come.

She was exquisite, and his hands itched to touch her. The tight dress hugged all the curves he was intimately familiar with, hair loose around her shoulders like a gleaming mass of sunshine, heels so high they were probably on eye level with each other now.

He wanted to apologize, to chastise, to tease and taunt and pretend like he hadn’t lied and she hadn’t run. But mostly, he wanted her to be happy to see him.

He settled for saying hello.

Apparently, it wasn’t the right thing to say.

Read the rest on AO3

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primalsouls · 3 years

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white rabbit pt 3

langa hasegawa x gn! reader (pt 1 - pt 2)

anon: omg is there going to be a part three of the white rabbit ?? i liked it a lot but its ok if you dont want to write a 3rd part :D

⚠️ : mentions of blood (like from small cuts??)

theme: general

note: sorry if the part where they skated is badly written lol. ive not good with "action" scenes. 💀 anyway, here is part 3! i hope you like it, enjoy it, and thank you for reading! no proofread, sorry for any mistake. let me know what you think. :)

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Skateboards were lined up beside each other. Their owner stood on them with ease, readying themselves once the horns go off. The crowd watched with anticipating gazes. Whispers were thrown among themselves on who would beat who. Bets were placed. All eyes set on the young pair. Excitement and anxiety swim around the atmosphere.

Langa took a deep breath. His baby blue eyes looked over to his group of friends. Reki sent him a wink, mouthing "good luck" toward him. Miya and Shadow talked among themselves what the White Rabbit would do to Langa. Said boy was nervous, for the time during a beef. He was nervous. Going up against his crush. Was probably not the best way for first impressions. Maybe, just maybe a beef wasn't a good way to talk to his crush. At all.

Before the race start off, Langa turned to the other skater.

"[Y/N], good luck." Langa said, surprising them with a kind smile. [Y/N] blinked, repeating his words through their head before a click of the tongue was heard and their eyes narrowed.

"I don't need your well wishes." They started quietly, voice low and steady. "I'm gonna win and you'll be the one leaving S. Not me." Langa was taken back by their words. He picked up the broken tone on their last two words. "And it's White Rabbit to you and everyone else. We're not friends and we'll never be." As they spoke, the traffic lights above them, went on one by one. When it reached the third light and the horn went off at the same time [Y/N] said those last three words, they dashed away from the crowd and Langa, already starting to get ahead of him. Langa froze a bit, watching them skated away. His head repeated their words over and over. It made his heart stirred uncomfortably inside, a heavy feeling settled inside his chest.

"Langa! What are you doing!?" Miya called out, bringing the boy out of his thoughts. He glanced over to them. Miya's face scrunched in a pissed manner as Shadow and Reki stared at him confused.

"Ah... Sorry..." Langa mumbled before he prepared himself shortly and took off with ease speed. Reki watched with a frown on his face.

"What's up with him?" Shadow asked as they all watched the bluenette disappeared from their sights. Reki shrugged, turning to the other two.

"I don't know... He look upset for a moment there." Reki said, scratching the back of his head. "Langa," he started off, catching their attention. "He has a crush on [Y/N]." His voice was low, wanting to keep it between the three of them but Shadow was shock at the confess he repeatedly the sentence loud enough for the small crowd surrounding them to hear but Reki and Miya shut him off, whispers being thrown at him to quiet down. "You guys heard me right." Reki continued, pulling them away from the crowd and headed to the large screen displaying Langa and [Y/N] racing down the old mine. Langa was still a bit far from them it made the watchers believed he won't be able to catch up.

"A crush? On [Y/N]?" Miya started slowly.

"aka the White Rabbit of S?" Shadow chimed in.

"Adam's sibling!?" Reki jumped when they both yelled at him in unison, causing him to take a step back and held his arms up to defend himself. He nodded rapidly to answer their three-part questions.

Miya shook his head, disbelief written all over their face. Shadow crossed his arms, head shaking as he disapproved of Langa's crush on the other skater.

"That's absurd. Of all people, this slime likes [Y/N]!? Did he hit his head or something!? Not only that, what makes him think beefing them would get them to like him back?" Miya paced back and forth, hands moving everywhere as he rambled on.

"Heh. He probably wants to see if they were compatible. I mean, it's such a uncool way to talk to your crush. If it were me, I would have just show them my awesome tricks!" Shadow exclaimed but when he turned to the boys, he received nothing but deadpan looks. "Why are you looking at me like that!?" Shadow glared, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, please, you wouldn't have the guts to do that in front of the pretty florist manager. Much less talk without looking like a fool." Miya taunted, smirking. Shadow splurted out insults at the youngest. Reki chuckled awkwardly. The redhead turned to the screen, the camera set on Langa. His brows knitted down. Reki could see he focused on something else than on winning.

"Langa..." Reki muttered, fists clenched by his sides.

Langa turned a corner, catching up to [Y/N] and the skaters that watched by the sidelines down the narrowed racetrack cheered for him and the White Rabbit. Most of them demanding the skater in front of him to guide him through their thorned pit. Langa didn't want this. He realized that now. This won't get him anywhere aside skating against them. And from the way they spoke to him in that little time between them, it sounded like anger flowed through their voice. He wondered why. Has he said something wrong to them? Has he spoke to them in the past and pissed them off in any sort of way? Langa couldn't recall any moment approaching them. So, why did they acted cold towards him? Why did he felt hatred from them? It bothered him. It upset him.

[Y/N] clicked their tongue. They glanced over their shoulder and noticed the boy catch up to them with great speed. They won't lose. They won't leave S. They won't be strip off their title. Off their everything they built. [Y/N] won't allow Langa to win. They had to win. Their life was on the line. Just the thoughts of it eagered them to speed up. They lowered their stance, picking up speed. As another corner came to view, the rabbit swirled side by side a bit, bend slightly and turned the sharp corner. Their breathing quickened. They were anxious for the race to come to an end. They know they be should careful but they wanted to end the beef already and prove to Adam what they were capable of being S's White Rabbit.

Langa. It was all they heard from their older brother. It disgusted them. Made their skin crawled. When their eyes first landed on the bluenette and the way he skate, it left them stunned. [Y/N] never saw anyone skate like him before. And when they saw Langa go up against their brother that one night. The way he avoided his signature move, Love Hug had left them astonished. [Y/N] only got hurt terribly when his brother practiced Love Hug on them and when their aunts questioned the bandages and injuries on them, they lied by saying they fell down somewhere. Bruises were always left on their body from that move. And it envies them that Langa found a way to avoid it.

[Y/N]'s handa clutched into fists. They reached into their single pocket on the front of their hoodie. They pulled out a long rope. Small, yet thick enough to hurl it at someone. It was littered with small sharp pointers that resembled thorns. The rabbit turned half their body a little towards Langa. As he came up behind them, a few feet away, they threw the rope with great force at him.

"Argh!" Langa covered his face when the object was thrown at him. He felt small thugs on his sleeves. He ended up taking a step back, making him lose his footing on the board but Langa forced his body to calm down and steady itself. When he tried to shoved the object away from him, it scrapped small cuts on his cheeks. He pulled down his arms down, looking around. Due to his small step back, he slowed his speed down, creating distance between them. The boy looked down at his arms and noticed small tears on his sleeves. No cuts created on his skin, though. But he did felt a hint of liquid streamed down his cheeks. Langa figured he got some cuts on his face and blood trickled down but he was scared to see it. He didn't have time to faint at the sight of blood.

A smirk was visibled on their face. With Langa's fall back, there would be no way for him to catch up. They were nearing the factory after all. Where the tracks narrowed down with no room to move or do tricks. The thought of reaching the winning line clouded their mind, [Y/N] forgotten what Langa was capable of doing.

And speaking of the young man, Langa made a couple of shortcuts to reach the rabbit.

It was beginning to look more of a chase now.

A bluenette skater chasing a white rabbit with crimson eyes. The factory being their thorns of pit.

[Y/N] looked around. Their eyes widen when they spotted Langa once again catching up to them. "What the hell!? How!?" They exclaimed. Cheers were heard from around them in the factory. It pained them. They were supposed to cheer for the White Rabbit. Not a pathetic boy who followed the rabbit down the hole. With teeth gritted, [Y/N] faced the boy completely, a deep frown on their face. "I won't lose." They whispered, coming to a halt by the stairs the narrowed catwalk led to.

Langa frowned slightly, looking around and trying to come up with a way to avoid the rabbit. Yet the same moment, he wanted to see what they would do.

"Oh no..." Miya said. Reki watched with mouth gaped.

"They're gonna hurt him. Real bad." Shadow added in.

"Langa... Langa, careful!" Reki shouted out with both hands around his mouth.

[Y/N] reached behind their back pocket and pulled out two black containers the sized of their palm and shaped like the spade. A single outlined white rabbit drawn in the middle of the spade container. As Langa neared them, [Y/N] raised their hands and like the stopwatch the white rabbit carries, time seemed to slow down around the both of them. Langa's eyes widen as the arms were pulled down, fingers releasing the containers, watching them aimed down at the space between them both. Shouts were heard from around them. Langa looked down at the ground once the containers hit the floor. Right before his eyes and [Y/N]'s, who still stood by the stairs, off the board, glaring directly at Langa with hatred, the containers exploded. Langa squinted when he noticed black like-vines popped out of the containers. They were thick like the rope from earlier, covered in thorns-like pointers as well. But this time, they were a little bigger that it looked like a tangled mess around the catwalk.

The thorned vines decorated the rails. From a far, it looked like an arch entrance was created. Langa closed his eyes and covered himself as he skated through the vines. His clothes getting caught on the thorns that looked like were getting closer. They were shrinking. When Langa glanced up, [Y/N] was already skating down the track, more arched vines coming life around the rails. They were spreading like they had a mind of their own. Langa bit his lower lip back. If he keeps going through the narrowed path, he would be cover in cuts, badly. And once wrong move would leave him blind.

He was determined. He would catch the rabbit.

Langa picked up his speed, deciding to go through the vines until he could figure out what to do. Blood spilled around his clothes from the cuts that covered his exposed skin but he didn't care at the moment. His eyes spotted an opening through the vines. Langa took a deep breath and jumped with his skateboard on that opening, a part of the rails that wasn't cover by the vines and swiftly rotated on the rail. A breeze going through his hair. [Y/N] glanced at their side and watched in shock as Langa clicked the front of his board on the rail that hasn't been decorated with their vines and moved once again with the other side of his board and jumped to land in front of the rabbit, a few feet away from them. The vines behind them both now, still spreading but with no one caught in their webs.

The White Rabbit was in rage. Langa escaped their hole. Despite the damage he received, he managed to crawled his way out and get ahead of them. They couldn't do anything else. The finishline was up ahead. Langa and [Y/N] tried to gather as much speed as they can.

"No. No, no, no, no...." [Y/N] whispered, pushing forward.

Reki, Miya, and Shadow were at the finishline, cheered for Langa to keep going.

Friends. It must be nice to have them. The support one gets. Having fun with them. They didn't had many friends growing up. Always isolated to their bedroom. They weren't allow to attend school like their brother had. No even oversea school. [Y/N] was stuck doing homeschool. No one ever knew about the child who came from another mother. Their father made sure no information about them were leaked out. Their father only paid attention to Ainosuke, after all. Neglecting only [Y/N]. Their aunts' so-called love hurts them. They didn't like the way they disciplined them. It traumatized them. A "love" like theirs was no love. Images was all they care about.

It sucks. And it wasn't fair.

Life wasn't fair.

"No..." [Y/N] stopped right on the finishline. Hands limped by their sides. Cheers grew louder around them.

But they didn't cheer for them, the White Rabbit.

"You did it! Langa!" Reki yelled excited, running up to his friend and threw himself at him. Langa huffed as he catched him but winced in pain.

"Careful, Reki! He's hurt." Miya pointed out, running up to them with Shadow. Langa waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm fine..." He said, resisting the urge to look at the cuts. His friends sighed at his response, shaking their head in disagreement.

Langa only smile before he looked around, looking for the other skater. He glanced back at the finishline and spotted them standing them, skateboard still on the ground, one foot to keep it from slipping away. Their head hanged low. Langa picked up his brother and walked up to them, believing he could possibly talk to them properly.

"[Y/N]-"

"It's not fair..." Langa heard them, yet their voice was barely above a whisper.

"[Y/N]... Wha-"

"Congratulations, my SNOW!" a familiar voice announced, cutting Langa off. Said boy looked at the source of the voice. From the entrance behind the crowd, Adam waltzed in on his board. Like the first time they met. "You did it! You defeated the White Rabbit! How wonderful." Adam applauded, stopping in front of the two young skaters. "You finally caught the rabbit and dragged it out of its hole." Langa frowned. "And I'm sure that rabbit knows what happens when its loses." Adam glanced at his sibling. Their fists clenched together.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Reki called out, taking one step forward.

"The white rabbit leaves Wonderland. Forever."

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 3 years

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HASO, “Abort?”

Happy Tuesday guys, I hope you are all enjoying your week. Forgive me any mistakes I make here as I only have a few hours to write before work, and I am usually in a rush.

“Both of you get your suits back on.”

“What the hell is going on!” Richards demanded

Adam took a deep breath, “Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself. The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.

He stared at them, and they stared back.

Adam did not break eye contact willing the two willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.

He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.

Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man’s head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass, “I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe.”

He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.

If he survived.

He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that. He was Admiral VIr for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now. He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past.

Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.

He had to keep his cool.

Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.

His heart leaped up into his throat.

Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.

“What is going on.” Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.

“I believe anti alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government.”

They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.

He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.

It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time.

***

Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing ust in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made it’s slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.

There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunderhawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them.He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the man he had sent down to earth’s surface was cutting it close.

He didn’t have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.

Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on hi. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the thunderhawk pilots.

He rolled right.

Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another bird that was heading directly towards the rocket.

***

Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn. With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.

Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn’t think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.

As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. WIth her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the “Alien” floated by.

Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.

Sunny and captain kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.

She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn’t even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.

Compelling them to stop.

They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.

Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.

She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.

“Make us live.” She ordered

The news people glanced between each other in confusion, “But no, we aren;t”

“What are-”

She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.

“I said, put us on air.”

This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that pair with the fact that none of them were sure they wanted to resist. She was too interesting to pass up. They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.

They were live.

She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak, “Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assasination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty thunderhawks to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris.”

The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording. She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.

“Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is….. Well…. It is likely that he is already dead…..” Her voice broke, “No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind.”

She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.

***

The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. SHe turned as the ground before her went silent. She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn’t long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.

“What is going on.” She wondered turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.

“Madame president?” He said with a look of confusion.

She could hear it now.

“Her and general massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty thunderhawks they were squirting away for just such an event.” She hurried forward grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.

“She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity’s superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy-”

The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds hat turned towards her.

“Get me out of here.” She hissed

The Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.

“It’s your job.” he snarled

He just stared at her.

She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.

The crowd was surrounding them now pounding at the glass.

She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.

Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with it’s beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it’s filthy alien lord.

And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.

***

Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle. Donovan red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.

“Unidentified vessel, you have crossed into UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed.”

She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.

“I repeat, unidentified vessel, you have entered UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed.”

She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking, “UNSC.” Her voice was rattling, “This is B-baby K, and I….. The Apollo 11 is under attack!” she was breathless as she forced the words out.

There was silence over the coombs, “Say again.”

“Apollo 11 is under attack!”

More silence, “Roger that.”

Two jets pulled up to the side of her, those she recognized as two F-90 Darkfires.

One of them adjusted its angle and cut engines before switching to the fusion engine that rocketed it up and out of site.

The other stayed for a moment, “Unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one.” Before turning and following it’s comrade.

***

Conn raced towards the airstrip feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn’t go nearly as fast as he wanted too with air resistance . Wythe hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention.

Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.

Why did he have to be so controversial?

Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions . Conn paused.

On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn’t usually mean that people wanted to kill you.

Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn’t so controversial.

Kicking small Animals or.

Cannibalism.

He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield ust in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as a pilot leaped inside.

He was going to need a ride.

The pilot turned to look at him but Conn just shook his head.

The pilot decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn Grabbed on tight.

Starborn he had come to learn were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically as from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any undue pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.

His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to sped himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.

His brip wasn’t that strong.

They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.

***

Red’s right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Runid were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another darkfire sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.

Below them the earth hung as a clowning orb.

Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back using it to blind one of the enemy darkfires as he came in. he watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.

The jets rushed forward, and he did too screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.

And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting thunderhawks. Space around them was filled with a silent explosion as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.

All except one.

He saw it at the last moment.

It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.

It turned sideways, but had just enough force….. For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.

Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats. Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into the palace so that if anything happened it wouldn’t fly out.

His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back….. And out of the ship entirely.

His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn’t strapped down was sucked through the small opening.

The rocket was spinning wildly, he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss. Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.

He groaned not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.he could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.

At least there was someone here to help.

Maybe the others would survive-

And then he stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.

That shouldn’t have been right. He should have kept going forever. He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.

What was happening

“Did you miss me.”

Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.

There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“You are probably the last person I wanted to see.” he said though he didn’t entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too the mindreading asshole that he was.

I could hardly let the father of my child go spinning off into space without taking accountability for his family.”

“Shove it up your ass Conn.”

“No really, not even the vacuum of space is going to save you from your responsibilities. Now, about custody, I was thinking you could have every other weekend and a couple of major holidays”

He gave a ruful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket, which the F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.

All around them space was filled with debris. No more darkfires were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruises past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.

Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.

Conn patted him on the side of the helmet, “make sure to be home by dinnertime sweetie.” Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.

Adam floated there a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats. He floated over to strap himself in.

“Admiral! You’re ok.”

“Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a….. Friend of mine.”

Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.

He sighed, “Friend is kind of stretching it.”

“Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!”

The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond, “Houston this is Apollo 11.”

On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.

“What is your status, over.”

“We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help.”

“Prepare to abort mission.”

Adam frowned, “Now wait a second there Houston, I didn’t get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course.” he glanced over at the others, “That is, if the crew wants to continue.”

There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in, “I’d be ok with that.”

Richards sighed, “Roger Houston, patch us up.”

Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn’t had support with special tools that cold just patch a space ship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn’t been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon. So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen man rotating escort for the rest of the way.

The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates

The moon was growing slowly in their vision.

“I can see my house from here.” Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.

They landed without incident observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon’s surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day’s events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled. That was before he plowed face first into the moon’s surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.

They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.

Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a middle finger for all three of them.

“Your friend is super delightful isn’t it.’

“Try having a child with him.” Adam muttered refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.

They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam’s legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.

His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.

The next few days were going to be a real shit show.

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