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#but like it’s fucking gross but he really set the blueprint
arhvste · 3 years
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crying over being in love hours
don’t rb [wouldnt fit in the tags]
#aisla.talks!✉️#still talking about kuroo duh#guys i just really really love him#like i’ve only ever been in love twice#i fell in love with kuroo before i fell in love with an actual boy didbejd#but like it’s fucking gross but he really set the blueprint#i’m so proud of him ugh#i could talk about him forever#like i really just wanna sit on his lap and play with his hair while he tells me about his day#or go visit his grandparents and have dinner with them and giggle at his weird baby pictures#like i wanna hold his hand and swing our arms a little#or have him carry me up to bed when i fall asleep downstairs#i wanna have early morning slow make outs w him#i wanna cook stuff at 3AM in the morning with him wearing his old jersey#i wanna hold him and tell him he’s worth a lot more than what he probably credits himself for#and trace the outlines of his muscles on his back with my index finger#i wanna wrap my legs around his waist when he picks me up#in the future i’d wanna buy our first apartment together#grocery shopping with him and being domestic#i wanna feel his presence behind me when he goes to grab something i can’t reach off a high shelf#i wanna slow dance on our balcony in the rain together#i wanna take care of him when he’s ill#like i’m just really really in love with him#and it’s been years and theres no way i’m getting over it soon#i just wanna be his ugh#kuroo tetsurō if you’re out there#pls call me#you’re the only man i want pls#that’s it#i love you <3
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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years
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Ah shit here we go again
Btw this is moth shigaraki
So imagine this you work at this place that’s like a zoo that has moths and other creatures ( u can tell I’m struggling) so ur coworkers were trying to get this baby moth inside it’s cage but it kept panicking and crying ( I think u know who is this baby moth) u went to see what’s up that’s how u saw the most beautiful moth u ever seen, you picked up the baby moth ( meanwhile ur coworkers were panicking) it just calmed down everyone was 👁👄👁 long story short u were now in charge of shigaraki, u took care of him feed him u did everything, until he was literally taller then u are ( moths grow up fast ok?) shigaraki was in love with u even when u had ur days off ( he absolutely hated when u had to leave home boy would throw tantrums) he would never let anyone touch him if anyone did they might of lost a couple of fingers, when u came back from ur break he would be attach to ur hip he would not let go not to mention he probably scratched the hell out of his neck so u had to deal with that, oh yeah he was overprotective of u won’t anyone touch u
Let’s just say u were super sick so u had to take a week off, u were devastated that ur not gonna be able to see shigaraki (u had to admit that u have fallen in love with him) so for now u were trying to get better, meanwhile shigaraki was losing his shit he thought u left him ( or dead💀 lmao) he couldn’t wait anymore so he escaped, it was easy finding where u lived since he memorized ur scent, u suddenly heard a noise come out of room ( u went to get some water or something idk sis) as u entered u found shigaraki, shigaraki ran to u and just hugged ( basically crashed u with his two sets of arms) he started to cry he wouldn’t let go, u got super worried and asked him what’s wrong, so he explained what happened then u suddenly felt super weak and almost fainted shigaraki was panicking asking if ur ok, u said that u had a fever thats all, shigaraki just put u back on the bed, shigaraki finally had the opportunity to repay u, he had read somewhere that sex can help ( it’s totally not an excuse for him to see u naked) he just wants to please u( his mommy 😏) his wings vibrated at the thought of pleasing u, let just say u had no problem with it. ( so when shigaraki is done reader flops shigaraki on the bed and fucks the shit out of him as a thank u gift lollll)
Kinks umm sub shigaraki whos eager to please and dom reader, this one hundred percent has a mommy kink umm I cant think of anything, this isn’t my best ideas so feel free to ignore this 😔😫
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Tomothura :) 🦋
I'm sleepy, and I want milk and cookies. Not to flex, but I only have to see my therapist every other week cause ig I'm just perfect.
Update I now see her once a week and have to take dbt a THIRD (?) time
I have a bad smell and taste in my mouth and nose from covid. It reminds me of meatballs but in the worst way :/
Warnings: masturbation, heat, vaginal sex, humping, loss of virginity (both parties), breeding, & mommy kink.
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I have rewritten this six times. No matter how much I write, whether it's 100 words or 1,000,000 words, I can't create a smooth transition between y/n's like caregiver (?) relationship with Shiggy to a romantic/sexual relationship with him. To put it simply, I give up 💀 . HOWEVER, I did cook up another scenario in my mind, so even though I have strayed from the original blueprint, I will still deliver a moth Shigaraki fic to all of you <3
To those of you brave people who aren't scared of storms:
1) I envy you.
2) I apologize because I need y/n to be scared of storms for my plot.
Thinking abt writing a poly relationship with y/n shigaraki and dabi. It’d just be so cute.
On another unrelated note: why did I get put on the gross end of scent kinks (yes, those exist)? Instead of being like, “mmm sexy cologne,” I'm like, “Dabi reeking after being on a long mission and cuddling, so I have to smell him and get his sweat on me, ” like Claire. Control yourself.
It was a beautiful night. The only light around you was the moon, the stars, and dozens of fireflies. It was warm and calm, no wind, no rain, not even a chill though the sun had set. You walked further through the forest. Your friends had gotten tired and retired to the campsite. You, however, had chosen to wander some more. You found clarity in the woods at night.
You stumbled upon a beautiful pond surrounded by luscious green trees. Lily pads floated in the water, and frogs croaked. The number of fireflies had increased, and little fairy circles littered the ground (you were careful not to step in them). There was a little cabin up a small hill. It had wooden walls and small windows which stopped you from seeing the inside.
You checked the time, 12:55 a.m. As you walked back, it started to rain. Great. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? But then it began to storm. The kind of storm that knocked loose widow makers, that made the ground shake, and could cause mudslides. You had to get inside and fast. You were closest to the cottage from earlier, and the trees got thicker by your campsite. You ran back as fast as you could and knocked on the door.
“Hello? Is anyone in there? It's storming, and my campsite is too far away, ” you called.
“It's open, ” a voice called.
You opened the door and shut it quickly, not wanting to be out in the storm for a second longer. Then, you took off your shoes.
“I’m making tea for us, ” the voice said.
“Oh, it's ok. You really don't have to-”
“I didn't ask you, ” the voice said again, “just accept my hospitality, ”
You sat down on the couch and scrolled through your phone. Even though you had sworn it had 50% left, it was now nearly dead.
“Do you have a phone charger I could borr-” the lights flickered off, “never mind, ”
Here you were, trapped in a stranger's house as it stormed with nothing but a dead phone and no power. The stranger walked into the room, and your first reaction was to scream.
“Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, ” Shigaraki said, setting down your tea.
“You're- you have- what are- y-you have, ” you stuttered in shock.
“Yeah, I've got wings and shit. Calm down, ” Tomura said, taking a sip of his tea.
You sat in silence for a moment as you processed.
“I'm tomura shigaraki, ” he said, “if we're stuck here together while it storms, we might as well know each other's names, ”
“I'm y/n, ” you said.
“Pretty name, ” Shigaraki said.
“Thank you, ” you nodded, “so how long do you think the storm will last?”
“No idea, but here it can rain for up to five days, ” he said.
“Oh, ” you said.
“It’ll be fine. I've got food for both of us, ” Shigaraki said.
“No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm just scared of-” thunder roared, and lightning struck. You nearly jumped out of your seat.
“You're scared of storms, ” he finished, “you can come sit next to me if it would make you feel better or whatever, ” he offered.
You nodded and sat next to him. Despite looking...strange, his presence was very comforting. More thunder and lighting caused you to jump. He wrapped one of his soft wings around you.
“You're fine, y/n. Don't worry, ok?” Tomura said.
Did he know why he was letting you sit so close to him? No. Did he know why he wanted to comfort you? Also no.
“You're wet, ” he said.
You nearly choked, “what?”
“I’ll give you some clothes while yours are in the dryer, ” he said, getting up.
“Can I come with you?” you said, “I don't want to be alone, ”
He sighed, “sure, come on, ”
You both headed up to his room, and he threw you some clothes. Shigaraki looked at you, waiting patiently.
“Well?” he said.
“I'm not gonna change in front of you, ” you said, cheeks glowing bright red.
“I don't know why you're making it a big deal, ” he muttered, turning away.
Truthfully he'd never seen anyone naked and had lived alone most of his life. When he thought about you naked or even just in your underwear, he felt strange.
“I'll be right back, ” he muttered, heading to the bathroom.
He had a strange urge to touch himself, so he indulged. After unzipping his pants, he cupped his hardening cock gently and hissed at the new sensation. It felt weird but good. So good. He wrapped a hand around it and started stroking it gently, nearly moaning out loud.
He turned on the sink to mask any accidental noises. He kept stroking for a while longer, stifling even more noises. Soon he felt an intense tingling sensation in his balls that seemed to grow stronger and spread throughout his cock. As he finally burst, his whole body relaxed, and thick, white sticky liquid shot out of his dick. It was foreign to him, but it felt wonderful.
Meanwhile, outside, you had heard everything. You sat on the bed awkwardly as Tomura came out of the bathroom. He took your wet clothes.
“The um dryer is just downstairs, ” he said, looking towards the floor, “if you want to come with, ”
“Sure, ” you nodded, following behind him.
With your clothes in the dryer, you both sat downstairs on the couch. It was silent until you decided to try and lighten the mood.
“So what um do you like to do for fun?” you asked.
“I like games a lot, ” he said, taking a carrot off a plate of vegetables he'd gotten the two of you.
“I like games too, ” you smiled.
The both of you talked about games for a while until you nearly passed out.
“Hey, head upstairs. I'll take the couch, ” Shigaraki said, noticing your eyelids fluttering shut.
“No, I don't want to take your bed, ” you yawned.
“Get upstairs y/n. I'm serious just sleep in my fucking bed, ” Shigaraki ordered.
“But-, ”
“No, no buts, ” he interrupted.
“The least I can do is let you sleep with me. Won't you crush your wings on the couch?” you said.
“Fine. If it makes you feel better, I guess, ” Shigaraki mumbled.
You both walked upstairs. Shigaraki found a toothbrush for you, and you got into bed with him. You slept back to back, but it was cold. No, frigid. He could tell by the way you were shivering. He turned towards you and held you with both pairs of arms. A wing draped over you, and he rested his chin on your head.
“Don’t make it weird, ” he grunted.
“Ok, ” you said, sleep clouding your mind.
By the following day, you had turned towards him, and you both were completely tangled in each other. It was still storming when you woke up. You pulled Shigaraki closer, savoring his warmth.
“Morning, sleepyhead, ” he said.
“Morning, ” you responded.
He stroked your hair gently, wings humming quietly. He flipped on the light, and to your surprise, it worked. The power was back on!
“I’ll make breakfast, ” you said, getting up.
He pulled you back down, “ten more minutes. You're warm, ”
Ten minutes turned into an hour as you dozed off again. You couldn't help it, he was warm, and his nimble fingers traced designs on your back. The bed was so soft, and so were his wings. After a while, he woke you up, poking your cheek.
“Can you still make breakfast?” he said, smiling down at you.
You looked so beautiful with messy hair and tired eyes. Shigaraki couldn't help himself as he traced a finger over your lips. He saw the blush on your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.
“You have nice lips, ” he whispered.
“Thank you, ” you said.
He sensed your breathing pick up along with your heartbeat.
“Your heart is beating really fast, y/n, ” Shigaraki said, bringing his face closer to yours, “are you alright?”
“Yeah. yeah, I'm fine, ” you said, “don't worry about me, ”
He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“If you say so, ” he said, getting out of bed.
You already missed the warmth of his body; it was still freezing from all the rain. How could the weather change so quickly? You followed him downstairs and began to make breakfast. As you were cooking, you felt him put one of his zip-up hoodies over your shoulders.
“You look cold, ” he said, “take it, ”
“Thank you, ” you responded, pushing your arms into the sleeves immediately.
It smelled just like him. This was your routine with him for the next three days. On the morning of your fourth day, the rain had stopped. The thing is, neither of you said anything. You just went about your day together like normal. The truth is, you liked it here. You were so much happier with him in his little house than you had ever been anywhere else.
“The rain stopped over a month ago, ” he said one day, “why haven't you left?” that definitely didn't come off the way he wanted it to.
“Oh well, I can leave if you'd like-”
“No. Stay, ” he said, “I want you here,”
He got up and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.
“Stay, ” he whispered.
“I will, ” you said, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.
He held you like that for a while, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. The months flew by. Soon the leaves turned orange and red and fell to the ground. Next, the ground was bright white from the snow, and tulips began to bloom in the spring.
‘Shit,’ Shigaraki thought, ‘its spring’
He'd been feeling strange lately, and after googling his symptoms, he realized he was going into his first heat. He googled many things that night, some disgusted him, and some did quite the opposite.
“Hey y/n, you should probably head back and get your things. You've been here a while, so I'm just assuming you're staying, ” Shigaraki said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“I'm alright, ” you smiled, tending to the little garden you'd started, “I've gone into town a few times. I have everything I need, ”
“No, really, I think it would be good, ” he said.
“Shiggy, if you want me to leave, it's ok, ” you said, standing up and stroking his cheek.
He loved when you did that. It always made his wings buzz happily.
“No!” he said, “I don't want you to leave, please stay, ”
You smiled, “I'm not going anywhere, ok? You don't have to be so anxious; I'm staying, ”
He nodded, “I just- um, ”
“Go on, ” you urged, combing your fingers through his hair.
“I um think I'm going into...heat, ” he whispered the last part, “and I don't want you to have to deal with that, ”
“I don't mind, ” you said, “if it's alright with you, I’d like to stay. I'll take care of you, ”
He smiled and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.
“You're amazing, ” he said.
You giggled, “so what even happens during your heat? Do you get sick or something?”
“It’s hard to explain, ” he muttered.
“How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know what's wrong?” you said, pouting up at him.
He shoved his phone in your hand, “here, ”
You read the screen, eyes widening and cheeks getting hot.
You looked up at him, “so you um, ”
“Yeah, ” he muttered, “as I said, you don't have to stay. I’m serious.”
You took a deep breath, “I want to stay. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it means letting you take my virginity. Truthfully I’d be happy if you did, Tomura, ”
“You would?” he asked, “are you sure?”
You nodded, “I think I've liked you for a while now. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you need to do to me, ” your breath hitched at the last part.
You'd never seen yourself as submissive. You never took shit from anyone. Shigaraki didn't see you as submissive either, even with all the things you’d said. When they mixed with your tone and personality, they sounded caring but not in a submissive sense.
You were dominant, but not in the way he'd always thought of it. You were like...
“Mommy, ” he whispered.
So soft and gentle. Calm and caring but independent and strong.
“Can I call you that? It just feels...right, ” he said.
You nodded, “um sure, ”
“Mommy, ” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Shigaraki groaned quietly.
“About what you said earlier, I like you too, y/n, ” he said.
You smiled and pecked him on the lips. After you pulled away, he pressed his lips to yours again immediately. He grabbed your hair, pulling you closer as you yelped in surprise. He laughed softly, starting to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tomura tried to dominate the kiss to no avail. Instead, he fell victim to the way you were able to move your tongue around in his mouth, leaving almost nothing untouched.
You pulled away, admiring the dark blush on his cheeks. He's so pretty.
“I'm sleepy, mommy, ” he said before yawning.
He picked you up and carried you upstairs. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He put you down on the bed and practically laid on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his wings act as your blanket.
“Goodnight, ” you whispered.
“G’night, mommy, ” he mumbled.
You awoke to something rubbing your thigh.
“Mommy, ” he moaned, “mommy, please. Please, it hurts so bad, mommy, ”
As you became more conscious, you realized that he was humping your thigh. He’d already made a sticky mess in his pants and on your own. You kissed him gently. Letting your soft lips contrast between the rough humping of your leg.
“Want, ” he moaned, “need to mate, mommy. I need to please, ”
“It's alright, sweetie, ” you said, pulling him between your legs.
He began humping your crotch, panting and drooling.
“Mommy, ” he slurred, “I want in. I want in you, ”
His wings had been buzzing violently ever since you agreed. One set of hands cupping your face and the other holding your hips in place as he rubbed his cock on your clothed pussy. You wiggled out of your pants with his help, and he practically ripped off his own pants. He pulled off his boxers and ripped off your panties. He shoved himself into you, nearly screaming at the way your warm wet cunt sucked his cock in. The way you clenched because he was big, so fucking big.
“Mommy, ” he chanted, “mommy, mommy, mommy, ”
He lasted a surprisingly long time, wandering fingers finding your clit. He slammed into you, slapping skin and squelching filled his ears, but all of this was drowned out by his moans and whimpers. Finally, Tomura pushed you over the edge. You clenched and came all around his cock with a loud moan.
“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “breed mommy, I need you to take my cum mommy. I need you to let me breed you and make you all pretty with my kids, ”
“Yes, Tomu, go ahead, sweetie. Breed, mommy, ” you moaned.
He gasped and sobbed as an absurd amount of cum flooded your cunt. It began to ooze out of your cunt around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, panting as his cock softened inside of you. His heat was over. His need to breed you was met. He was exhausted, couldn't move to bathe, only pass out with you safe in his arms.
Over time you did swell up with his kids. He was so excited to start a family, to claim you with his offspring. If you had his kids, you were his, end of story. No one was allowed to look at you or touch you.
‘Mommy’s so pretty when she's bred,’ he thought to himself as he kissed your stomach.
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hallowsvilbur · 2 years
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[cringe]bear's Pizzaria
Freddy Fazbear's is a sensitive topic that many don’t address correctly, In my amateur and very much unqualified opinion, I am subject to believe that Freddy's is a gross and capitalistic cycle of fame. Before I get into this I want to address very clearly that I don’t support William Afton in any way, I think he is actually very evil and not cool. in this I am only saying speculation and nothing is factual, basically more of a conspiracy theory. The facts: Things that are 100% for certain, no one can deny. William is very immature and irresponsible; we know this because we has done many things that usually fully sober people would think about maybe once, but then anyone would think again about and then say, “wow, what an awful idea.” Just as an example, William created evil killing robots, got super pissed off at news channels that commented on it for weeks without even checking his blueprints, and disrespected children on their birthday day, and probably more that I’m not thinking of. If anyone needs some sort of evidence then just look it up.  Now clearly by now you might think this guy is a total prick and made some shitty choices, in that you would be right, but there is another aspect that has also been lightly addressed by others. The other members of the Fazbear Company also have a slightly problematic past (go figure, who doesn’t), using one as an example, Henry once neglected his daughter which ended with her dead in the rain. This is pretty fucked up right? Except when you take into consideration that this was years ago and was also (unfortunately) part of the norm, he has since made an apology about this (which I am *not* the target audience for acceptance so I will not pretend to forgive him for). Now you might be thinking,”wow that is still pretty bad but argubitably a bit less bad now.” You see, this is not what people on TikTok and Twitter think. For the record, I am 100% not trying to stand up for for Henry, I am only relaying the facts. People online think that since Henry (and others) are on the Fazbear development team that means everyone on there supports and stands by William. Now this gets into the area not supported by any facts, and also happens to be the perfect transition into my next topic.
Fazbear Ent. (not based on fact): Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (if you don’t know) is a pizzaria where the animatronics perform while everyone eats pizza. It’s pretty simple and has been done probably 100 times before but this one seemed to blow up and inspire 1000 more pretty much copying it exactly. It sounds pretty simple at heart but the real corrupt part of it takes place with the main founders; William, and Henry. Something I never see ANYONE talk about ANYWHERE is the constant queer-baiting between Freddy and Bonnie. I used to watch these god-awful performances and it was pretty much every script they did together. My theory is that William started this all, William was the first one to speak out about it and is mainly the only one to bring it up at all. He knows that the fake “relationship but not really” he made will bring customers and fan-made content, which in turn brings more revenue. I believe he might do this because 1: he knows how children's minds work 2: theres proof of him being a self-centered asshole.  I know that might trigger some Fazbear stans but to be honest I don’t care.  Now to get into the marketing aspect of the pizzariz. Everyone knows that Freddy Fazbear's is a big void thats constantly filling up with donations from visitors, and as long as the content brings in kids and mentally ill tweens they will be set for life. Imagine you were invited to this pit full of money, getting to buy whatever you want. You wouldn’t want to leave, even if you have to work with someone you dislike. Thats kind of my stance on Freddy Fazbear's. Once again, I am not saying there is any factual evidence that anyone on the Freddy Fazbear development team doesn’t like William.  Something to note is that is Henry left a bit after a lot of the shitty things William was doing happened, possibly nodding to the fact he could not like the things he did? That is the part where things get a little blurrier for me, I stopped going to see the performances all together at this point, I only caught glimpse of what was happening with a couple news headlines recommended to me. Target Audience/ The Fanbase The target audience for Freddy Fazbear's (as I’ve stated before), Is children. Before you read any further I want you to envision Freddy Fazbear fans as just a bunch of children, because thats something many people don’t take into consideration when actually MURDERING these kids. I don’t care if maybe a couple of the teenage fans of the Pizzaria get all pissed about me calling them children. Teenagers are still children, this is coming from a teen. Sending death to someone you KNOW is probably a child is fucking ridiculous. I don’t understand it. Instead of stuffing these kids into robot suits we should inform them about why William is shitty. The reason the fans are so stubborn about it is because a bunch of people are telling them they *cant* watch these performances, naturally they are going to watch it even more. Ending note: Thanks if you read this far, its 1 am and I just recently made a Tumblr acc so I thought I would write my thoughts about this down. Sorry if there is some weird sentences, this isn’t really all that edited. I hope I gave at least one person a different perspective or someone who feels the same way someone to relate to. If this post gains any traction at all I just know I’m going to get death threats and those petty “wheres the evidence bozo?” comments. If you don’t know what William did or want evidence then you should look it up. It is the consumers responsibility to know who they are watching. Anyway good night, I’m going to bed after this. love ya <3
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angellesword · 3 years
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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (14)
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Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?
Alternatively:
“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”
Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader
Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.
Warnings: mention of abuse and drug addiction.
Chapter’s OST: Clean by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 4.5k
Series: CHAPTER 13 | FINAL CHAPTER (15)
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Hectic was the best way to describe how the past few weeks of Hoseok's life had been going. Not only did he have to deal with the tragic death of his father, but he also needed to convince you to help him make the Kims pay for their dues.
Fortunately, he was able to do this. He felt like there's a big progress in your relationship as well. His heart swelled with appreciation when you told him that you liked staying in his apartment. It's nice to feel like you were being taken care of. Hoseok was the only family member of yours (aside from Taehyung) who didn't make you feel like you were an outsider.
However, it looked like things were back to square one again. After the Board of Directors' Meeting, you became aloof. You still stayed in his home, yet he couldn't feel your presence.
You were like a ghost. You only left your room when you were sure he wasn't around.
Hoseok was rarely home these days because he was busy running a company. As expected, your brother got the position. He wasn't just the biggest shareholder of Castle Architectural Firm, he was also its newest chairperson.
Hoseok was responsible, obviously better than his father. Taemin practiced nepotism back when he was still alive, but your brother assured you and everyone in the company that he would never repeat the same mistake of his father. After all, nepotism was the sole reason why the accident in Myeong-deong happened.
Just because Soojin was his daughter, Taemin allowed her to lead a project which she clearly couldn't handle.
You thought all the Kims were the same, but you figured Namjoon wasn't like the rest of them. For the longest time, you believed that he would do anything to save his family, even if they're in the wrong. But your view of him changed the day he revealed to everyone that he knew about Hoseok being another one of Taemin's children.
Or were you wrong? Truthfully, you weren't sure. The only logical explanation you could think of as to why he would take the sibling DNA test with your eldest brother was because he wanted to help Hoseok too.
"Hey, I just got home." Your musing was abruptly cut-off when Hoseok tapped your shoulders. "My mom and I are heading out to lunch. Wanna join us?"
You cowered, too startled to see him standing inches away from you. Damn. Were you that lost in your thought to the point where you didn't hear him come in?
You were in the kitchen, preparing your own lunch before Hoseok arrived. You were planning on bringing your food inside your room because you didn't want to be around your brother.
"Next time. I already prepared my food. Thanks though." You moved away from him as you opened the microwave, taking out a slice of pizza.
Hoseok snorted. He didn't appreciate the way you're acting right now. He was tired even though he only worked half day today. All he wanted to do was to spend time with his family. His mother agreed to meet up with him because it's been a while since they last saw each other. Jiwoo was busy traveling the world. She made time for Hoseok today though. She also said she wanted to finally see you. Apparently, Hoseok always talked about you even when you still didn't know you two were siblings.
"Uh?" Your brows pinched when your brother snatched the plate of pizza away from you. "What do you think you're doing?"
You gasped and groaned as he shamelessly threw the pizza in the trash bin. You were ready to scold him, but Hoseok was already explaining his point before you could even open your mouth.
"You've been eating pizza for days now. Do you want to get sick?" His jaw clenched as he looked at you in disbelief, expressing his concern. "You can't act like this forever, sister. It's unhealthy. And for God's sake, if you have a problem with me just say it."
You scoffed at his audacity to say these things. Hoseok was acting like he didn't know why you're ignoring him.
It's impossible.
"Really?" You shook your head because of disappointment.
You never liked conflict. Fighting with the people you loved was the last thing you wanted, but Hoseok hurt your feelings.
"You lied to me." You inhaled sharply. You couldn't cry, definitely not when your brother was still acting like he was oblivious.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He even voiced out his confusion. Hoseok crossed his arms too, brows furrowed while looking at you as if you're cruel for accusing him of being untruthful.
"Please don't do this." You whined, causing him to cackle. Don't do what? You were the one being petty the past few days. Why were you acting like the problem was with him? And what's with the puppy eyes? Did you really hate misunderstanding that much?
"I haven't done anything, sister."
"Yeah you haven't—" You quickly agreed with a wince. And then you added: "—haven't told me that Namjoon-oppa knows you're our brother too."
You expected him to flinch, to look at you with soft eyes, or to say sorry for keeping it a secret, but Hoseok did none of these.
Admittedly, he barely reacted as he asked "that's it?"
You scoffed.
"Seriously?" You couldn't help it. You gawked at him too. "We're supposed to be a team here, oppa. How could you not say something about it? And...and not only that!"
You were panting because of how fast you were speaking. It's like you had suddenly exploded.
His casual reaction was what triggered you.
"You also didn't tell me that Jungkook sold his shares to you." It's not like you minded that he was now the biggest shareholder of the firm. You just couldn't accept the fact that you didn't know anything about this. Did he respect you at all?
"Yeah I didn't." He admitted so casually. Hoseok actually looked like the conversation was boring him. You didn't expect the confrontation to be like this.
Now you just felt silly.
And annoyed.
You were annoyed that he's acting like this was not a big deal.
It was.
It should be.
"You're unbelievable." You shook your head and walked out.
Hoseok caught your wrist though. He prevented you from leaving by tightening his grip on your skin.
The stare he was giving you was cold.
"I'm unbelievable?" Hoseok chuckled, low and expressionless.
You shivered, thinking that this wasn't right. You were the one who was supposed to be mad, not the other way around.
However Hoseok was determined to make you feel like this was all your fault—at least this was what you felt as he explained to you his reason.
"I'm unbelievable because I asked for help?" He threw his head back as he chuckled in a sarcastic way. "Tell me...Would you still push through with our plan if I told you Namjoon wants to help us?"
Namjoon found out about Hoseok on the day of the accident. Seokjin was tasked to look after Sin-ae and Soojin. Namjoon, on the other hand, tried to clean up the mess. He also found out that same day that Soojin was responsible for the accident.
Namjoon knew he couldn't let this go. Protecting Soojin and tolerating her wrongdoing were two different things. He was aware that correcting a mistake through another mistake would cause more harm than good.
Namjoon was clever. He knew he couldn't get rid of all evidence so he couldn't protect Soojin by sweeping the mess under the mat. It was proven to be true when he found out that Architect Jung had the original copy of the building's blueprint and other documents that were detrimental to Soojin's case.
Apparently Taemin gave Hoseok access to a safety deposit box containing important stuff related to the company. Hoseok was the only one who knew the passcode aside from his father.
Namjoon knew right there and then that the only option he had was to help Soojin surrender to the authorities. He also wouldn't want his sister to run a company when it's obvious she's not competent enough to do it.
He didn't tell Seokjin about this though. What's there to say? Namjoon didn't really ask Hoseok about his plan. He felt like he would feel less guilty if he knew less. Namjoon's only wish was fair treatment even though he knew Soojin fucked up so bad.
Hoseok agreed. He hated what Soojin had done but at the end of the day, he was still his sister. What he wanted was to simply hold Soojin accountable. It's up to the authorities to decide what to do with her. He was just a tool that would make sure she'd get what she deserved.
The litigation was still ongoing, but they had to detain Soojin. It's because all evidence pointed at her. Your sister had multiple civil and criminal cases, one being gross negligence resulting to injury and death.
"Would you allow Jungkook to sell his shares to me?" Hoseok added, his jaw setting irately.
The look you gave him was incredulous.
"Why wouldn't I allow that?"
Hoseok was offending you. There's no reason for you to stop Jungkook from doing that because if you were being honest, the act actually helped.
"You tell me." Hoseok challenged. He let go of your wrist so he could fold his arms over his chest. "You're stubborn. You hate asking people for help. I've seen you all these years, you know? I've seen you turn your back on the people who love you. Honestly I don't know what's with you and Jungkook but it doesn't take a genius to see how much you hate the idea of him offering his hand for you to grab."
There's a pregnant pause in the air. You felt attacked. Hoseok wasn't the only person who said this to you. Taehyung did too, and you hated how harsh and right they sounded.
Was this seriously your fault?
"You like to give and give and give." Hoseok wasn't done torturing you. "But you never take and then you wonder why you're miserable all the time."
He let out a deep breath.
"You know very well now why I didn't tell you the truth. This time I want you to answer my question honestly..."
He paused just to swallow thickly.
"Why do you always refuse the love Jungkook gives you? The love we give you?" Hoseok bit his lip to stop the other question from escaping his lips.
You understood it though. You knew what he wanted to ask even though he didn't voice it out: why do you accept such abuse? From Taemin? From Soojin? From your mother?
Because it's the only kind of love I know. This was the answer to his unspoken question.
"Because it's not the kind of love I know." And this was how you responded to the question he had managed to voice out.
It took you many years, decades even, to finally admit that.
You had been keeping this reason to yourself for many years because you were certain no one would understand. People longed for unconditional love and affection, meanwhile you couldn't associate these feelings to how you viewed 'love.'
What you thought love meant was pain and suffering. It's very different from the love Jungkook made you feel.
He gave you hope, sincerity, patience, and most importantly: kindness.
Jungkook was so kind that it scared you. Because what if you got used to this feeling and then suddenly it vanished?
Would you be able to handle it? Would you be able to find something like this again?
"You won't understand it, Hoseok-oppa. You won't understand that I don't want people to save me or to give me everything. I don't want anyone to fix me." You had been saying this for a while now. If you remembered it correctly, you even told this to Jungkook. You hated when he tried to get involved in your business. Love wasn't supposed to be like that for you. It's not your love language. You didn't want that heroic kind of love, the one where your partner would drop everything just to be with you.
Us against the world? It's a fairytale.
You didn't like fairy tales.
But Hoseok snickered at this.
"Why? Are you telling me you're so used to pain that you can't stomach the idea of people loving you right?"
You didn't answer.
You were pensive: was there really a standard way of loving someone right? Some people wanted this. Some people wanted that. You didn't even think you fully understood the meaning of love.
Sometimes it made you cackle when they said they loved people without any reason. But then you also furrowed your brow and let out a puff of air when people said they fell in love with the sound of someone's smile, or the way their eyes lit up.
"I know I don't have the right to interfere. It's your life but I care for you and I want you to find happiness. You don't have to be scared anymore, you know? It's over."
He was saying that the pain was over. Soojin and her family couldn't hurt you any longer. Your father had been absolved from the criminal responsibility too.
Justice was being served.
You could rest now. You could finally think about yourself without feeling guilty all the time.
None of these was your fault. You have done your best to help.
Hoseok pulled you into an embrace. You didn't squirm against him.
"Promise me you'll talk to him, okay?"
The right thing to do was to agree, so you did by nodding your head and hugging him back.
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Hoseok ended up convincing you to join him and his mother for lunch. Surprisingly, it went well. Jiwoo was sweet and soft. She's nothing like Sin-ae.
"You wanna join us for some ice cream, love?" Jiwoo asked you after lunch. She said she knew this certain ice cream parlor that sold the best mint chocolate ice cream. It's their family's go-to dessert shop ever since Hoseok was a little boy.
"Oh, I'd love to but I actually have somewhere else to be." You smiled apologetically.
Jiwoo said it's a shame but that she understood. Your brother wasn't buying your excuse though. He felt like you'd just go home and lock yourself in your room. You tended to do that after a really good day. It's a defense of yours. You were protecting your heart because every time something good happened to you, bad news would follow right after.
"Where?" Hoseok lifted an eyebrow.
"Uh..." You paused, contemplating whether to tell him the truth or not. In the end, you chose to give him a vague answer. Not a lie, but not the truth either.
"I'm just going to meet someone."
Your brother's face lit up, thinking that you were referring to Jungkook. You knew this, but didn't bother to correct him despite having zero intentions of meeting up with your best friend.
"Take care, sweetheart. Don't mind your brother, he’s just being protective. But be safe, okay?" Hoseok's mom engulfed you into a hug.
It warmed your heart. This was your first time seeing her and yet you already felt comfortable. You wished she's your mom, which to be honest, was a terrible thing to say, especially when you're on your way to visit your real mother.
It was an impulsive decision. Years ago, you swore to yourself that you would never contact your mother even if you missed her terribly. This was what your therapist recommended too, saying that you couldn't keep seeing those people who hurt you.
It's easier said than done. Having lunch with Hoseok and his mother caused a pang in your chest. The longing you felt was so intense you're convinced you'd end up having a heart attack if you didn't see your mother.
See.
You promised yourself you'd just ‘see’ her. Just a glimpse was enough. You even wore the hoodie of your jacket. You didn't want her to recognize you. You'd just observe from afar.
You doubted she remembered you. It's been what? More than a decade? Since the last time you saw her? You grew up. You were no longer the teenager who cried and begged the grownups to let you be with your mother.
The tears had dried and the shaking had stopped.
Or so you thought.
It was a shiver at first, and then your body trembled when you saw her nodding her head as she listened to the stranger speaking.
Yunhae. This was the name of the stranger. She was an addict trying to get better. Your mother and the rest of the group listened to Yunhae's story, some of them looked at her with sympathy, some of them remained impassive—like they had heard this same story a thousand times before and watched it all go down the drain.
In the end, they'd relapse. Just one taste, one sniff, one feel...and then they'd fall down the rabbit hole.
Your mother's eyes made you release a breath though. She wasn't staring at Yunhae like she'd disappoint her.
Hope. This was what you could see in your mother's eyes, however you realized that she wasn't really looking at Yunhae.
She was looking at you.
You panicked as you instantly turned away from her. She wasn't supposed to see you. She wasn't supposed to remember your face.
You were a fool for thinking this way. No mother could ever forget their child's face.
She was certain it was you even though you didn't turn around when she called your name.
You walked faster, desperate to leave the room. Sadly your mother didn't have a plan to let you go.
She ran after you, grabbing your wrist which forced you to look at her.
She called your name again. This time, uncertain. She examined your face, as if she'd get a perfect mark by staring at your eyes. The same eyes that used to look at her with so much love.
Your eyes were still soft, but she couldn't feel the sparks.
"It's me..." You finally admitted the truth when she caressed your face with quivering hands. Tears filled her eyes.
It's you.
"You're here..." And you're really here.
Was she dreaming?
"Yeah, but I need—"
"Can we talk?" She cut you off, afraid to hear you say you couldn't stand to see her face anymore. She thought you hated her and frankly, she couldn't blame you.
Hate was a strong word, but if you felt this way, she was sure it's warranted.
"Please." She begged and just like before, you gave in.
You were still weak when it came to her.
"Thank you. C-Can you wait for a second? I...I just need to—"
"Go ahead." You interjected because it's obvious she's panicking. You realized she wasn't sure how to tell you what she had to do first.
"I'll be right back." She promised before going back to her circle. Yunhae was still talking. Your mother felt bad for leaving them and asking Yoon-sung, one of the members of the group, to take the lead, but they could manage without her.
This was probably the only chance she had with you. She couldn't mess this up.
"Let's go?" Your mother smiled at you. You didn't show any sign of displeasure so she started walking as you followed her out.
Your mother brought you to the garden of the church building. You still found it hard to believe that your mother spent most of her time inside the church, but oh well. It's not like she had a choice. CA meetings were usually held in this kind of place.
From what you had heard, your mother was actually leading the CA meeting. She went from being a junkie to a respected leader.
She had come a long way.
You could see she's proud of it too.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I can't leave them without a substitute." She smiled apologetically at you.
You folded your arms over your chest.
"I know. That's why you entrusted the group to your boyfriend, right?" You refused to look at your mother. It wasn't because you didn't approve of her choice in men, but you couldn't help but be wary.
"You know about Yoon-sung?" She was flustered.
Your lips curled up. Who wouldn't have thought that you would see your mother like this? Back when you were a child, you thought she wasn't capable of feeling other emotions aside from anger and frustration.
"No, but it doesn't take a genius to know. He kissed your cheek and looked at you like—" You abruptly stopped upon realizing what you're about to spill:
He looked at you like the way Jungkook looked at me.
Your mother noticed the way you froze, but she knew better than to ask. You weren't comfortable around each other yet. She had no business teasing you or prying information out of you.
"I see. I thought Jungkook told you about Sung and I..."
You whipped your head back at her. What did she say? Did she just mention your best friend's name?
Your mother confirmed it.
"Jungkook knows about my relationship with Sung. He used to t—" But she stopped speaking when she saw confusion painting your face.
Realization hit her.
"You didn't know."
Damn right you didn't. Jungkook never told you he went to visit your mother.
"Since when?" Your jaw ticked. You weren't mad, just...baffled. Why didn't he tell you?
"S-Since you were sixteen." She gulped while you sucked in a deep breath. "He visited me while I was still in rehab...and then in prison...and then...here."
Your mother had been through a lot. Your best friend somewhat helped her through it all. But if Jungkook was being honest, he'd say that the only reason he visited your mom was because of you.
He knew how important your mother was to you. He simply wanted to make sure she was doing okay so as not to worry you. Jungkook also asked her how to help you. He was certain that some things were difficult for you.
You barely ate and slept the first few months you had been separated with your mother. Jungkook wanted to learn how to soothe you. He was aware that despite all the pain your mom had brought you, she was still the only one who knew you well.
She knew the right way to brush your hair when you're trying to go back to sleep after waking up from a nightmare, she knew the words to say to manipulate you into doing what she liked. Jungkook wanted to learn this, but not to manipulate you but to make you feel at ease.
It hurt seeing you cry. It hurt seeing you suffering. He wished he could take away your pain.
"He told me all about you. I know I don't deserve it but it's the only thing that kept me sane. Thinking that at least you're...living your life out there."
There was a lump in your throat. Had you really been living? What were the things Jungkook told her? You wouldn't know if he lied to make your mother feel better because when you were with Jungkook, you were the happiest. Maybe he saw it too. He saw how your world brightened because of his presence.
"He's a good kid. Jungkook..." Your mother wiped her tears you didn't even realize were falling. "He did the things I was supposed to do. He made you happy, he loved you, and he took care of you..."
You could see gratefulness dancing in her face. This was the first time you had seen your mother look this way. She looked happy and content. She glowed.
"I owe him one."
This information pained you. Jungkook helped you and you appreciated and hated that. How could he think about you when he was hurting too? His father died shortly after you were separated from your mom.
He offered you support and you didn’t even bother to ask him if he was okay.
Why was he like that? Why did he love you so much?
This very moment made you realize that just like your mother, you owed something to Jungkook as well.
"Yeah. Me too..." And so you found yourself saying it too. It's the truth. Jungkook had helped you in ways you couldn't even imagine.
You didn't know it but the only reason Jungkook sold his shares to Hoseok was because he didn't want to compete with you. Admittedly, he even sold the shares below the fair market value. He sold it at cost, but not because he was dumb.
He just told your brother this: "I didn't lose, sunbaenim. I won. That's just money, but what you're gonna give her is your support. Promise me you'll take care of her, that you will not betray her."
You said you didn't want him to help you so he did it indirectly. Hoseok helped him help you.
"Will I see you again?" Your mother asked after a few moments of silence. You two talked about small things for the past thirty minutes.
You already considered this a long time, especially because you still didn't trust her. You didn't have any more stories to share. You ran out of topics for small talk.
You told her your father died though, but apparently, she already knew. It's all over the news anyway.
"Uh, I'm not sure..." You winced.
You had been working home for the past weeks. You knew your boss only allowed this because you were still grieving, but it's time to go back to reality again.
"I'm thinking about flying back to New York next week." You didn't know why it hurt to say this. A part of you was begging you to stay.
"You're thinking about it..." She repeated thoughtfully, as if processing your words.
You could only nod.
"That means you're still undecided."
Were you?
Yes, you were. Because if you had made up your mind already, then why were you still here? You were finished with your job here. There's no reason for you to still stay.
Right?
"Listen, I know I'm pushing my luck here, but do you...want my advice?"
It's strange...to hear this coming from here. People who knew the real relationship you had with your mother would probably laugh if they hear her saying this.
Since when did she care about you? Since when did she care about the decision you're struggling to make?
Could it be that she really changed? Was the past decade really enough to change a person?
You guessed so—this was what you thought as you remained frozen, waiting for her to say something that might change your mind.
She did.
She said something that made your heart painfully twist in your chest, a harsh reminder of why you were alive and why you got hurt in the first place.
She did something she wasn't supposed to do, and now she wished you wouldn't make the same mistake too.
You had the advantage.
Your mother smiled—warm and gentle—as she said: "Don't throw away the love you can freely have. Some of us aren't given that choice."
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sunflowersteves · 3 years
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Can you write “quick, kiss me” with Cassian Andor?
author’s note || of course!! i love Cassian with my whole heart and i hope you like it!
fluff prompt || “quick, kiss me!”
warnings || swearing, very fluffy, kissing
send me any character and any prompt for weekend requests!!
This mission was supposed to be simple: grab blueprints and get the fuck out of there without being caught. At first, it was an absolute success, and both you and Cassian were surprised at how easy it had become.
You posed as a ship needed for cargo that the empire prioritized. You were supposed to have valuable belongings that helped build the Death Star. You were immediately able to bypass any security system that set off any alarms, and you even successfully landed without any complications. 
You knocked out two guards and stole their imperial uniforms. You had to improvise and just stuffed them in some utility closet. Cassian was right behind you as you trudged down the long hallways of the large ship. Eventually, you were able to successfully obtain the blueprints without being detected.
Shit really hit the fan when you were trying to get out of the place. You were on your way to the hangar when the two of you heard multiple people talking from around the corner. 
“Wait.” Cassian peered over his shoulder, one arm guarding you from taking a step further. 
“What’s going on?” There were a handful of stormtroopers stopping each and every officer to make sure that others were doing on task jobs. Despite officers having higher ranks, the stormtroopers said they had direct orders from Grand Moff Tarkin. 
“Quick, kiss me!”
Your eyes widened, “What-” Without wasting any moment, he grabbed your cheeks and crashed his lips against yours. He pushed you back slightly, so your body was crushed against the wall. You felt your heart was about to burst, your hands crumpling the uniform along his chest to pull him in even further. 
His lips molded with yours, your tongues mapping out every little detail. You swore this was the best feeling, his heart pounding right upon yours. His lips were soft yet slightly chapped. Your hands move further up to his hair, prompting him to come even further towards you if that was possible. His hair ruffled against your fingers, and you reveled in it. You were so lost in the feeling of Cassian that you forgot the reason for kissing in the first place. 
“Kriff—that’s gross.”
“Seriously. Get a room, will you?” 
The stormtroopers didn’t even bother you, walking straight past and down the hallway to bother some other officers. You giggled as Cassian didn’t stop, continuing to give you sweet kisses on your soft lips. Finally, your hands went to cup his cheeks to pull his lips off of yours. Your thumb swiped back and forth across his cheek, 
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”
He rolled his eyes but none the less brightly smiled. “Let’s get off this forsaken ship.”
"I hope you know I’m kissing you on the way back to Yavin 4."
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souvenirsofsurgery · 3 years
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monty’s horror movie list
no one follows me for this but i’m back in my horror movie obsession era so here we go. some of them are good, some of them are bad (but I love them), and some of them are kind of unacceptable, like, morally tbh, I’m sorry
anyway, in no particular order:
mother!: I just watched this one today so it’s on my mind. get ready to be stressed out by deeply uncomfortable social situations for like, the first hour and a half and then genuinely disturbed for the last twenty minutes. i finished this and then sat in my room mouthing “what the fuck, what the fuck”. v good, 10/10
Orphan: What if you adopted a kid but they sucked?
Absentia: I was really impressed, cause this was like a low-budget, crowd funded movie but it’s so so good. This one is about a woman whose husband went missing years ago, a creepy tunnel, and family relationships. V quiet and sad
Possum: Not very much happens in this movie for a long time but the atmosphere is so good, and it’s genuinely creepy. The ending also made me so uncomfortable I almost couldn’t watch it, so there’s that
The Wolf House: Incredible unsettling stop-motion animation, and I’m a sucker for good animation. Makes more sense if you know a little Chilean history, but it’s interesting even without that context
Amityville: It’s About Time: Jumping right from that foreign arthouse film into cheesy schlock, what if a clock made people evil and fucked up?
Hell House LLC: More! Schlock! This is a fake documentary/found footage movie about people trying to make a haunted house in an old hotel... but what if it was haunted for real??
Host (the 2020 shudder original): Unfriended if it was good
Hereditary: Made me sad :( This was one of the first movies to genuinely scare me in a while, and my sister-in-law won’t even let anyone talk to her about it. The story about a family dealing with grief and complicated relationships is also just so interesting to me, this one’s in my top 10
Anything for Jackson: Reverse possession movie: they try to put a spirit IN someone! Hell yeah. So many good, weird ghosts in here, I love some good, weird ghosts
13 Ghosts: (the early 2000s remake) Speaking of good weird ghosts. What if your estranged uncle died and left you a house but there was a ghost jail in the basement? I just rewatched this movie with my little brother and remembered how much I love it. Very schlocky, Matthew Lillard’s acting is off the fucking walls and I love it, why does he act like that??
Kindred: One of the only “is it in her head, or is it real?” movies where I actually really wasn’t sure. It’s about a woman whose husband dies right before she’s about to give birth, so she ends up staying with his family and slowly starts to question their motives
Parents: What if you were just a little kid and you started to suspect your parents were eating people?
Basket Case: I’m not crying over a B movie, I’m not crying over a B movie. In this one, two conjoined twins are surgically separated against their wills, with one of them getting thrown in the trash. As adults, they start hunting down the doctors who did it to them
The Poughkeepsie Tapes: Very depressing fake documentary about a serial killer. Just fucked up and sad
The Taking of Deborah Logan: One of the few found footage movies that I think is actually good. A small documentary crew goes to film a woman and her aging mother who’s suffering from dementia, but they start to think that... huh, maybe this is something a little worse than dementia...
Ju-On: The Grudge (the original Japanese one): this movie just freaks me out, I don’t like how Kayako moves around, I don’t like the sounds she makes, and I don’t like her weird little son
The Ring (the American remake): I saw this movie when I was like 8 bc someone recorded it over the Willy Wonka VHS I’d gotten from the thrift store, and I’ve been fucked up ever since. In it, a woman sees a cursed tape that will make you die in seven days, and has to try and figure out how to save herself before then. GREAT atmosphere, very creepy
Sadako Vs Kayako: What if the girl from the Grudge and the girl from the Ring fought each other? Hell yeah. Plus, love that a ghost hunter comes to help with the situation and he’s got a random mean little girl with him. People are like “why is she here?” and he’s just like “she’s my associate” okay?? Where did she come from??? I’m obsessed with this movie
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: A classic. Rancid, nasty atmosphere, just feels gross, 10/10 
Society: Rich people suck so so bad and are very fucked up
House of 1000 Corpses: I love this movie and I’m sorry, its just some disgusting, campy fun. Like, what if your car broke down the night before halloween and ended up in a house with some terrible (but very entertaining) people?
Oculus: The idea of being a little kid, stuck in the house while your parents are slowly losing it, or potentially being possessed by something evil, is really scary to me. This movie does it so well. It moves back and forth from the main characters going through that in their childhoods, to them as adults, back in the house where it happened, and it’s so so good
Hellraiser: You tell me it’s about the blurry line between pleasure and pain and I watch it. The designs for the cenobites are so good. I like this first one a lot, but I also really enjoy the second one bc the torture dimension looks like MC Escher designed it and it’s sick as hell
The Others: This is one of my favorite, like, classic haunted house kind of movie. A mother keeps her kids inside an old mansion, with all the curtains drawn, because they have an illness that means they can’t go in the sunlight. Very, very creepy
The Blair Witch Project: This one just feels so real, I’ve never seen another found footage movie that reached this level. The actors knocked it out of the park, how am I so freaked out just by a couple of people wandering around the woods? It’s the blueprint, honestly
A Nightmare on Elm Street: You guys know this one, he gets you in your dreams! Probably my favorite of the classic slashers, I love some good old practical effects. my brother actually just bought me the WHOLE box set for my birthday so I’m gonna start working though the ones I haven’t seen yet 
Jennifer’s Body: What if your best friend, who you have a very homoerotic relationship with, started eating dudes? Iconic. No, but seriously, this movie has a lot more going on than you might think 
House of Wax (the 2000s remake): Bad, but so good. It’s really got that uncanny valley thing going on, love that fucked up wax museum
Ichi the Killer: Pretty unacceptable, I can’t in good conscience tell you to watch this movie, but it’s definitely an experience. Very very very violent, like super violent, but in the wildest fucking ways. Basically, what if you were a masochistic Yakuza member with a weird joker mouth and you just wanted a sadistic vigilante to beat the absolute shit out of you? Anyway, I think there’s something wrong with Takashi Miike and probably also me
Black Christmas: This is one of the og og slashers. It’s about girls getting killed in a sorority house, but surprisingly it’s like, not really an exploitation film, and I really like the characters. Good, unsettling killer, too
The Baby: WEIRD. Weird and uncomfortable. I’m not trying to kink shame anyone when I say this, but it’s probably definitely a fetish thing. In it, a social worker takes on the case of a family with an adult son who they’re claiming has the mind of a baby. This one’s probably kind of unacceptable too, to be honest with you
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Crush
A/N: I had way too much fun writing this. Thx @writefightandflightclub​ for making me a Poe hoe ;)
Pairing: Poe x reader (fem!)
Warning: Swearing, suggestive themes, fluff, Poe Dameron
Word count: 2.1k
Summary: The crush you have on Poe is common knowledge, but what is he going to do with that information?
PART 2 - Tension 
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You and Poe were smashed up together in a broom closet. Not in the sexy, “their chest pressed against each other, his breath fanning their face” way. More like sweaty, gross and stuck in an awkward position, manner. His shoulder was digging into your hips. Poe had knelt down in that tiny space to retrieve the data chip you had dropped in your haste to shove yourself in the hiding spot and lo and behold, he got stuck. You tried not to pass out from the excessive heat and the leather jacket you wore wasn't helping in the least.
“….I don’t think we thought this through very well,” you mumbled from above him.
“I could have told you that about ten fuck ups ago.” Poe shot back, leaning his head against the door with a thump. You winced at the sound though no one could have heard it from the outside. Music blared in every corner of the club. You moved to peel the layer of leather off yourself.
“What are you doing?“ Poe hissed at you. You were sure you could've spotted an irritated scowl on his face if there was any amount of lighting in the broom closet. But you couldn't bring yourself to care at the moment.
“I’d do you more harm than good if I passed out,“ you huffed. Poe shifted to make more room for you but it was inevitable that your chest was going to brush up against his head at one point. It was not at all awkward when the heavy leather smacked against the back of his head when you finally managed to shrug it off. You whispered an apology.
Your face burned and you still felt warm despite having removed the leather jacket. Maybe things wouldn't have been so awkward if the entire base hadn't known about the colossal crush you had on the man on his knees before you. You were more than sure Poe knew too. Word traveled like wildfire in the resistance. You really would’ve thought twice before joining the game of truth or dare if you just weren't so shit faced that day. Or if you knew you were to join him on a mission less than two months after the unfortunate incident. 
After what felt like an eternity, the music finally stopped and the doors slammed shut after the last pair of foot shuffled out, leaving the whole place in eerie silence. Poe passed you his blaster.
“Alright, I think we’re clear,” he signaled and you blasted the lock, the door swinging open with the force. You practically moaned when the cool air hit your face as you stumbled out. Poe tumbled out in a graceless heap behind you, swearing when he could finally stretch his legs out.  
“At least we got the chip,“ you tried not to sound so exhausted. “Now we can head back.” Poe nodded. You collected the discarded jacket from the floor and the two of you left.
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Poe hung his head in defeat and sighed heavily. He had been looking out the window at the heavy storm whipping around since you both had decided it would be unwise to try and fly in this weather. You’d taken a nice warm shower and now laid on the motel bed, datapad in hand trying to decode the chip. 
The entire mission had been unbelievably draining as you and Poe spent the past 6 days trailing the target halfway across the galaxy to every kind of sketchy settlement you could think of. You’d barely slept, tracking his ship for days. The past two days were worse. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. From the both of you almost getting caught trying to sneak into the target’s room, to you getting locked in a walk-in freezer and the both of you being trapped in that broom closet for at least 2 whole hours. And for the cherry on top, your feelings towards Poe only seemed to get stronger, while the man showed no signs of reciprocating any of it. That hurt a little. 
You absent-mindedly curled your damp hair around your fingers, trying to focus your blurry eyes on the datapad as Poe finally moved away from the window. He laid on the bed facing you, with his head propped up against his knuckles. 
“You know you don’t have to finish this right away right? Go get some rest, you can finish up at the base tomorrow.“ He said. You just stared at him. You couldn't help yourself. Maker, he was gorgeous. A crown of curly dark hair sitting so perfectly on his head. His shirt unbuttoned at the top giving you the barest hint of his chest. His lips parted slightly as he gave you an inquisitive look. Only then did you register his words. You cleared your throat, abruptly looking anywhere but at him, hoping you hadn't stared too long. Hoping he hadn't noticed.
“Um, you should get some rest too,” you choked out, mildly surprised you could even find your voice. Poe’s lips curled up into a teasing smirk at how quickly colour had risen to your face. Of course he noticed, that damn bastard. 
“Then you wouldn't mind if I shared your bed, would you?“ Now you just stared at him in disbelief. What? Oh no. Oh no no no.
“What’s wrong with yours?“ you asked. You didn’t mean to sound that rude but Poe didn’t seem to mind. Your brain promptly proceeded to short circuit as he pushed himself up on his elbows straight into your personal space.
“Nothing, it's just so cold sleeping alone,“ he answered. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he said giving you a dopey smile. Then fell back into the pillow beside yours and made himself comfortable. 
No, you didn't want him to keep his hands to himself. Why did the universe hate you so much? You wanted nothing more than for Poe to kiss the living daylights out of you. And yet he was right there lying not a foot away from you, making no move, giving you no other hint that he might, somewhere deep in his heart, have some sort of feelings towards you too.
The storm continued howling outside the window, and you decided that you’d at least get some sleep before the sun came up. Switching the lights off, you slipped under the covers and faced the ceiling, willing sleep to claim you. 
It didn't. You tossed around a few times trying to get more comfortable but nothing did it. And it started getting colder as the storm only got stronger.
“You still awake?“ Poe asked. You turned around to face him, clutching your blankets closer to yourself. “Are you cold?”
You shook your head at that. Just then, a violent shudder went down your spine. “N-no I'm n-not,” you insisted, shivering. There was enough light streaming in from the streets outside for you to recognize the amused look on his face.
“Well, I'm cold. Can I come closer?“ Poe tried again.
You were sure if you tried to speak your teeth would just start chattering. So you opted to just nod your head. Poe shifted closer to you and wrapped an arm around you pulling you into him. You immediately melted into his warmth.
“Is this okay?” his voice dropped lower now and you nodded once again, already feeling yourself drifting off.
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The morning light  gently streamed in from the windows as Poe woke up feeling so warm and soft like he was going to sink right down to the bottom of the bed. His head was resting against your chest and your arms were wrapped around his neck. His arm was going numb under your waist but Poe didn't want to move. He just moved his arm from your waist and twisted around to check the time. It still wasn’t too late into the day so he decided he was going to bask in your warmth a little longer. Sure you wouldn’t mind.
A little more than a month ago, Poe had literally dragged Snap along with him to you when he heard about “the cute engineer girl with a crush on Poe”. He promptly lost all of his guts when Snap found you in the cantina with your nose buried in a book, chewing on a pen in your hand. You seemed so focused on your task at hand, the steaming cup of caf forgotten on the table beside you. A few strands of hair that escaped your messy bun, fell framing your face. You sat at one corner of the cantina in your own world, paying absolutely no mind to anything happening around you. He’ll never admit that he sat a few tables away and stared at you the whole time, watching you go about your day, like a total creep. He lost his favourite jacket to Snap that day to keep him silent about it. 
After that, he’d see you around the base quite often, but you always seemed busy with something or surrounded with people and he’d tell himself he’ll talk to you next time. Until that fateful day when Leia had summoned Poe to brief him on his next mission. “Retrieving” a set of blueprints from a first-order sympathizer, paired with the resistance's best electrical engineer. Who so happened to be you. You had shaken his hand with a professional smile. No hint of whatever crush he had heard of. 
He had gone back to Snap and grilled him about the details. How did he know about you? When did it happen? Was he sure it's true? Snap told him to not overthink and just go the fuck to sleep.
After the two of you had left base, you’d behaved professionally albeit a little nervous about your first field mission. Poe had tried to reassure you that you’d be fine and every time you’d smile at him and say “Thanks Poe,” in a soft voice. And every time Poe would nod and walk away before you could see the colour rapidly rise in his face.
Now here he was, wrapped up in your arms and your leg thrown over his, the sleep shorts you were wearing barely covering much of your thighs. He really didn’t mean to sound like a creepy stalker, but he just couldn’t pull those thoughts out of his head when it came to you. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that you were attracted to him too.
Poe was almost fully convinced that the rumour about your crush on him was fake, until you’d stared at him like that the night before. Like you where going to jump him right there. And he wanted you to. He would’ve toyed with you way sooner if he’d known this is how the two of you would end up. Tangled up in sheets in the bed together, though not in the way he wanted but this was quite enough for him.
You slowly started shifting. Poe thought you had finally awaken but you just sleepily tugged him closer to you and buried your face in his hair. Now Poe was sure his heart was beating out of his chest. You suddenly seem to realize your compromising positioning. You had absolutely no memory of how you ended up cuddling Poe, and your entire body felt suddenly felt hot from the embarrassment. Hoping he wasn’t awake yet, you jerked your face away from his hair and quickly went to untangle your limbs from his. But Poe held you in place.
“There’s still time, we don’t have to leave yet.“ Poe told you, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. He shifted his head to look up at you. “I mean, if you’re okay with it?“ His big brown eyes hooded with sleep made you melt on the spot, and of course you agreed.
Satisfied with you answer, Poe went back to nuzzling your neck. You willed yourself to calm down before he heard your heart jack-hammering against your ribs. Poe slid his palm from your waist to your thigh, hoisting you leg higher up his hips and every thought flew right out of you head. 
Poe started grazing the tip of his nose against your neck and the only thing you could focus on was not trembling against him. Heat pooled between your legs as he continued his merry way up your neck and then back down again, this time brushing his lips against your skin. Your breath came in shallow pants as he dragged his teeth along your collarbone, soothing the sting with tiny kitten licks. You could’ve sworn you felt his lips part in a smile when you tangled your fingers in his thick curls. Your eyes fell shut on its own accord when he wrapped his lips around your skin and sucked. You couldn’t stop the broken whimper that slipped past your lips. 
Poe fucking Dameron, commander of the black squadron, resistance’s best pilot and grade A asshole, decided that he was going to pull away from you at that exact fucking moment. You sat up in confusion as he got up from the bed, looked at you with wide-eyed innocence and said, “We gotta leave soon if you wanna get back to base on time.” Then left you there with a look of disbelief etched all over your face.
He did NOT just-
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A Matter of Trust
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 5470 (oops)
Summary: You and Steve get to go to a mission together after a while; free drinks, partying, dressing-up nicely, stealing blueprints, the usual. You might even enjoy this as a couple.
Or… not really. Of course something would go awry. What else did you expect when wearing these killer heels anyway?
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A/N: Written for or @wkemeup​’s 4k writing challenge; congratulations! Well-deserved, no arguing here; shall the number continue to grow ;) Thank you for letting me participate!
Prompt: “Get in the closet, now!” (bold in the text)
Warnings: suggestive language, mentions of a kink, objectification, gun violence (brief), swearing (always), attempt at humour, fluff…?
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In your whole history as an operative of S.H.I.E.L.D. slash Avenger, time had never dragged so slowly as it did at this party.
Not even Steve’s presence cheered you up, mostly because he was busying himself with being everyone’s company but yours despite you two coming here together. For a mission. To work, you reminded yourself.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t been there for the plan-making which had resulted in mutual agreement of Steve falling into the role of an honourable man whose infamous good nature prevented him from saying no to anyone who asked for a moment with him even if it meant leaving you alone. Which you supposedly mind, because you were here with him only to sneak in here and possibly get your five minutes of glory if he stood by your side long enough
And that was only an act for people who would have noticed you had arrived together.
For the others, you simply attended the party – a known cover-up for a place of business in arms-deal among the powerful men of the underground world – to have fun and seduce some rich businessman.
Sipping from the very same glass of champagne you had helped yourself with about an hour ago, you scanned the room in the search for the big boss. No, not Steve, but the man of the hour, the one whose blueprints you were meant to steal. The blueprints of a potentially large bomb that could kill tens of thousands if it went kaboom and released the nanoparticles of a dangerous virus to the air.
Lovely. Someone clearly had too much time on their hands coming up with crap like that only to make your life miserable.
“What’s a gorgeous lady like yourself doing at this party alone?” a velvety voice interrupted your dark musing and you vainly tried to cover the shudder running down your spine, cursing at the heat curling in your stomach.
Was this how he was talking to all the women who were throwing themselves at him tonight? Probably.
Had you been through that before? Yes.
Had you expected it to happen tonight? Sadly, yeah.
Was it bothering you? Hell the fuck yeah, even if you knew it shouldn’t and that it didn’t mean anything but Steve doing his job right.
You cursed mentally at your weakness and sighed out loud, spinning around to face the man.
“Waiting for a bulky blond supersoldier to come save her, naturally,” you hissed back, hating yourself for letting your jealously get the better of you.
Steve had never ever made you as much as doubt that you were the one for him, but that green bitch of an emotion still intruded on you tonight. You blamed the upcoming visit from aunt flow and the rush of hormones arriving with it and the fact you were itching to leave and go home just for getting rid of those ridiculously high heels alone.
You usually enjoyed wearing high heels, they gave you confidence as gazes of many men and women followed you, but the stilettos you had got chosen tonight could be used as murder weapon.
Ha, maybe you could try and sell them here, you’d make a fortune!
A frown appeared on Steve’s face, one of curiosity, regret and surprise when he registered your irritated tone.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded quietly, whispering to your ear intimately, only making the situation worse.
“You shouldn’t be talking to me, Captain Rogers. You’ll blow it.”
His eyebrow jumped ridiculously high and you realized what you said; you groaned both at his cheekiness and your stupidity.
“Blow our cover. Get your mind out of the gutter…” you muttered, putting some distance between the two of you for the sake of the cover.
“Maybe I’m feeling a bit reckless tonight,” he hummed back, his large palm resting on your lower back and you had to take a moment to swallow the blissful groan at his gesture. You loved his hands and the heels were not only killing your feet, but also you back, and the warmth radiating from his skin felt like heaven. “But seriously, are you okay?”
“You could have asked through the comm.”
“I wanted to check up on you personally.  So?” he insisted and you couldn’t but sigh again, finishing your glass of champagne when you spotted Wagner, aka your target. You stepped away from Steve.
“Just tired. Want this to be over with. Go mingle, Steven.”
Pausing when you took a note of the harshness in your tone, you found his concerned gaze over your shoulder, whispering as softly as you could: “Thank you for your concern… Captain.”
You caught a glimpse of his discreet lopsided smile before turning away fully.
As you walked into the crowd, your long crimson dress curled around your feet with every step due to the provocative – read practical – slit ending mid-thigh. You hoped that the memory of watching you go would occupy his brain for some time while he talked to the flocks of both male and female admirers.
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Two hours. It took you another two hours to ensure you’d be safe sneaking into the Wagner’s office slash bedroom.
Of course his bureau would be his bedroom; men like him knew nothing about good old sleep hygiene, because the thought of their money distracted them from the evil they were doing to the world and had them sleeping like babies.
Using the key-card you had snatched about three minutes ago, you easily entered the over-decorated room.
Looks like someone’s compensating for something, you noted mentally, not losing any time and activating the no-prints mode on your gloves; one of the perks of working with Tony Stark. You were wearing the nanotech the whole evening and no one had a clue, because the particles were imitating your skin. You’d leave a print on the glass of champagne if you wanted; if you planned on rummaging someone else’s office, leaving a trace was a different case and you wouldn’t take any risks.
Systematically starting on the right from the door and working your way through everything that looked even remotely like a possible hideout, you didn’t forget to gingerly place your palm over the wall-length closet so Friday could run scans.
God, you loved that Tony Stark was on the side of the angels despite not quite being one himself; according to him at least.
“No signs of anything else than overpriced shirts, tuxedos and sets for dom-sub play,” the AI announced, barely audible, and you cringed. Not what you needed to know. “Cuffs are men’s size. Dominatrix set for a wom-“
“Enough, enough! Gee, Friday…” you muttered under your breath, not liking the visual of Wagner in the middle of enjoying-
Gross.
“No need for that much detail…”
Shaking your head, you moved onto the desk; an obvious, perhaps too obvious choice, which was why you wouldn’t place your bet on it. But hey, you could never be sure enough until you checked.
The sudden noise on your right had you drawing your gun at instant, your pulse skyrocketing.
The first thing you saw was a large frame of the newcomer and neatly combed blond hair. Your shoulders slumped.
Steve raised his hands as he moved from the doorway to stand inside, his face visibly relaxing at the sight of you searching another man’s desk.
The door clicked shut behind him and you forced yourself to breathe in, shoving your gun back to the holster placed on your covered thigh.
“Jesus, Steve!” you whisper-yelled exasperatedly and resumed your inspection, paying him no mind anymore. You had more important things to do at the moment; not that you wouldn’t do him; Steve in a tux was sight to behold, like hold onto THAT, literally get your hands on it, but you were here for a job.
“You weren’t responding!” Steve replied in the same manner, causing you to freeze.
He had been trying to contact you? And you couldn’t hear him? But-
“Oh,” you let out intelligently, doing the math easily. “He must have some sort of a jammer in here, makes sense.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But I’m fine,” you stated, shutting one drawer, opening another. “How did you even ge– never mind. You should go-“
“Don’t wanna cloooose my eyeees!”
The distant howl-like shout from the hall turned your blood into ice, your eyes widening.
You had studied Wagner the whole evening; you’d recognize his voice anywhere, even when he was singing ‘I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing’ out of tune.
“-before THAT happens! Shit!”
As you pulled out your phone, the live-feed from the camera in the hall offered you a marvellous view.
Two gorilla-men were dragging Wagner towards his room as his feet barely kept him standing. Gorilla number three was walking behind them just in case that their boss’ face decided to meet the floor despite the support offered to him.
Shit, shit, SHIT-
Closing the drawer you were currently scouring, lips pressed into a tight line, you eyed Steve; he was already bracing himself for the fight, caught in the middle of the process of discarding the jacket to have wider range of movements.
You whined internally – firstly, what a sight, it would always make you weak in knees no matter what. Secondly, if this was to end in a fight, the chances were that you’d make it out without the plans and you had spent the night in those killer heels for nothing.
Oh no, you don’t-
“Cause I’d miss ya’ BABY—I don’t wanna miss a THIIIIING!”
Scanning the room once more, your mind running hundred miles a minute, your gaze fell on the huge-ass closet of which contents you had learned more than you’d like to.
Your lips parted in surprise at the plan forming in your own head.
This is a terrible idea.
It’s yours!
Exactly.
Yeah, okay, fair enough-
NO TIME TO COME UP WITH A BETTER ONE-
Steve was kind enough to follow when you grabbed his arm and pulled him from his spot in the middle of the room, though he did shoot you an utterly confused look.
You met his eyes and gulped when the singing approached the room way too quickly to your liking.
“STILL MISS YA’ BABY–“
“I need you to trust me now,” you pleaded in hushed tone, seeing Steve’s pupils go wide, covering the somewhat always warm blue of his irises.
“With what?”
Well, he asked for it.
“Get in the closet, now!”
A second of shocked silence followed your request before his brain made the connection and a scowl twisted his handsome face.
“What? No! I’m not leaving you alone to face them!” he raised his voice minutely and you covered his mouth to remind him that there were ears present, inching closer with each second passing.
“DON’T WANNA FAAAAALL ASLEEEEEEP-!”
“That’s exactly what you’ll do! That’s easier to play off.”
Steve very much not agreed if his eyes flashing with anger were anything to go by. His hand pushed yours away as he towered over you.
“I’m not leaving-“
“Look at the gorillas, Steve!” you shoved the phone to his face, unlocking the closet and throwing its door open. “One word from them to the rest of security and we’re screwed. Get in!”  
Something between a whine, a groan and a growl – neither of those sounds sexy given the circumstances – escaped his lips and you assumed he had to admit to himself that you were right.
Taking a mental note of his resistance diminishing, you easily pushed him towards the limited dark space.
“CAUSE EEEEEVEN WHEN I DREAM OF YOOOOOOOU- THE SWEETEST DREAM WILL NEEEVER DOOOOOO-“
“We can still play it off toge-“ he tried to protest one more time but you pushed against his chest adamantly.
“And say what? This isn’t what it looks like? We just happened to choose your office to get freaky? I’ll handle it. Trust me.”
Steve gave you his unfairly disarming pleading look, his puppy eyesTM, but backed into the closet without another word, clutching his previously stripped jacket to his chest, because he did trust you.
Fingers on the handle, you hesitated when you realized what could ruin the charade you came up with and planned on pulling off.
Swallowing hard at the terrible idea, you gave Steve a tiny encouraging smile as you drew your gun and three knives from your leg holster/sheath and pressed it to his hands.
“Hold these for me.”
Swiftly closing the door, the last thing you saw was the horror on his face.
As the door swung open and you spun on your heels, he had no chance to react.
The loud song which had been reaching your ears for seemingly endless time died on Wagner’s lips and the third extra gorilla of a man behind him instantly pulled out his gun.
And aimed it right at your face. While you had nothing to defend yourself but your bare hands.
Yay.
“Who are you?!” he thundered and like a charm, Wagner stood straight so the other two guards could have you at gunpoint as well.
Yet, what sent an unpleasant shiver through you was Wagner’s sleazy eyes travelling from your killer heels to your ankles, up to your partly exposed thigh, your waist and finally settling on your cleavage, not bothering to make it higher to look into your eyes.
So. He’s a pig. Shocker.
For once, you were grateful. Not that he was supposed to know that.
A sweet innocent smile spread on your lips as you eyed the weapons with what seemed to be almost a satisfaction, you hoped.
“A government agent, of course,” you said, voice pitched just a bit higher than usual. You felt a bit sorry for Steve at the moment; you were well-aware of nearly giving him a heart attack by saying that. “I work with Captain America.” Scratch the ‘nearly’. Poor Steve’s heart. “I was given the task to scour this place… very… thoroughly.”
Your tone husky now, your teeth bit down on your lower lip, your eyes watching Wagner with faked interest. He hypnotized your red lips before shaking his head as if snapping from a haze.
“They told me you’ve been a bad, bad man. I kept my eye on you all evening,” you admitted, not even having to lie.
The following smile you sent his direction was perhaps too predatory, but that could work. For him anyway.
“Who do you work for?!”
The guards were not as easily fooled as their drunk boss apparently; then again, you hadn’t expected them to.  
“Oh. A.R.M.O.R. America-Related Manpower Operatives and Reinforcements.” God bless their hearts if they were going to buy that, seeing you were obviously trying to imitate the SHIEILD acronym. Very poorly. Playing it up, you let a giggle escape you before your expression turned serious, guilty even. “Oh. Probably shouldn’t have said that. It’s only my first time, you see. I finished my training few days ago.”
“Mm… look at ‘dat…” Wagner drawled and nope, it had nothing on the way Steve spoke when his accent peeked through while he was drunk on Asgardian liquor or lust alone.
Not relevant.
Wagner waved off his guard dogs, gesturing to one of them to approach you. “Why don’t we search you first?”
“Make it quick. I have…” you let your eyes trail over Wagner’s body, licking your lips when visibly lingering on his crotch, “more important tasks at hand. I came here for a mission. I’d like it to… finish.”
Two men instantly went to inspect you, patting you from the back, from the front, up and down, way longer and more thoroughly than necessary.
And they found what they were looking for.
One large palm harshly slipped between your thighs and you closed your eyes, willing yourself not to throw up at the pawing.
Gorilla One’s head snapping up to you, he pulled out the only weapon left on you, handing it to his boss and Gorilla Two grabbed your wrists and locked it behind your back, causing you to nearly hiss in pain.
“Oops,” you shrugged instead, burning gaze locked onto the man who was holding both your weapon and your life in his hands.
Your heart was beating frantically in anticipation, your confidence wavering as Wagner inspected the knife.
A slow smile spread on his face, his left eyebrow rising and then he finally, finally burst out laughing.
A confused ‘what’ sounded from behind you as the man’s utterly smashed boss howled in hysterical laughter.
“This—this is GOL-DEN!” he choked out, tossing the item to the very man who had handed it to him.
“It’s a stage-prop,” Gorilla One sighed.
And that it was. Thank you, Natasha Romanoff.
“Oh. So it’s fake.”
“Told you I have more important things at hand… so if—my hands could find some release please…” you asked sweetly over your shoulder. The very next second, you remembered just what was in the closet; and you weren’t thinking Steve. So you switched tactics. “That’s an order, actually. Let. Me. Go.”
“What the agent said, Greg,” Wagner beckoned, still chuckling, a new twinkle appearing in his eye, his face free of mistrust. Gorilla Two, Greg apparently, released your hands with reluctance. You didn’t bother thanking him. “And let her work. Off you go.”
When the gorillas wavered for few moments, you felt your impatience grow along with the pain shooting up your calves. Damn heels.
“Have you not heard your superior? Do I need to teach you some discipline?”
Wagner licked his lips, taking two wobbly steps towards you. It seemed to seal the deal for the guards, because they left the room.
“Someone went out of their way to get you… Must be my birthday then,” he grinned sleazily, his fingers twitching as if he craved to touch you, his hands stopping few inches from your hip. “I’m all  yours, agent. Why don’t you go on with the… thorough inspection?”
Straightening your posture, chin stuck up, you nodded curtly.
“Of course. Sir, I’ll have to ask you to raise your hands to your head. Don’t move otherwise. I’m gonna feel for weapons now.”
“Yes, madam,” he responded breathlessly, but the second you started the process, his hand landed on your hip.
You stopped in your search, locking serious gaze with him. His pupils were blown, eyes dark with lust. His fingers squeezed, his gaze flickering to your mouth as you stood nearly chest to chest.
“Sir, this is highly inappropriate. I’m gonna have to ask you-“
His palm slid to your bottom, fingers digging into the flesh.
You narrowed your eyes, not even having to pretend you didn’t like that. You slapped his hand away, earning a sly grin. He didn’t try again immediately, which you were endlessly grateful for. Instead, he obediently raised his arms so he looked ready to be either searched or crucified.
Oh, you’d gladly.
“Sorry, Agent, I couldn’t help myself. What is such… pretty face like yourself doing in business like this?” he questioned in a husky voice and at that moment, you knew that your time spent around Tony Stark had taken its toll on you, because you simply couldn’t resist that pass.
“Stealing intel from pricks like you,” you mumbled under your breath, giving him just enough time to realize something was wrong.
A fraction of second later, the edge of your hand hit his throat, bruising his larynx and causing him to release a shocked huff of air. Kicking his knee next, your elbow met his face. A choked groan escaped his lips and you prayed to god he didn’t truly find his voice to call the guards.
You elbowed him in his right temple for a good measure, incapacitating his other knee so he nearly sunk to the floor. You slipped around him in one swift movement; your arm sneaked around his throat and cut out his airways.
Too stunned, he barely fought you and you felt all tension leave his muscles in no time.
Wagner’s body hit the ground as he slipped through your hands despite your best efforts. You winced at the thud shaking the floor; you quickly giggled loudly, playing it off as a drunken fun-time shenanigans. Just in case the guards were still at the door.
Satisfied and relieved when no one burst in with guns blazing, you walked to the closet, losing those damned stilettos on the way.
As soon as you unlocked the closet, Steve nearly hit you with the door when abruptly leaving the limited space. His eyes scanned you head to toe to find any sign of an injury, the flames in his glare fading only a bit when he found none.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” he whisper-yelled and despite the circumstances, you couldn’t but giggle, this time from honest amusement as he proved your earlier thoughts right.
There we go…
“Worked, didn’t it? Now help me since you’re here, he’s fucking heavy…”
Steve gave you an incredulous look, one promising a storm coming once you had the time for it, but he went to pick Wagner’s body up without protest.
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Steve was kind enough to have you use the bathroom first, so by the time he emerged – around half past three a.m. – you were already tucked in bed, waiting for him. His feet shuffled against the floor and he seemed utterly spent, as if he had been fighting an army from space.
You had both left the party unharmed; then again, you could imagine that socializing the way he had had to could be as tiring as an alien invasion itself. Also, he had been the one leave Wagner office-bedroom through the window, while you simply walked out of the room, winking at the guards who had indeed stayed by the door.
Steve slipped under the covers and turned off the bedside lamp, the warm light replaced by inviting darkness. Your eyelids felt heavy after the long night and you couldn’t wait to enter the blissful land of sleep.
Having Steve’s arms around you, a pleasant habit of his, you knew you’d be out in no time, but you made the effort to shift further into his embrace, sighing in content and murmuring ‘goodnight’.  
Already halfway out as soon as you closed your eyes, you still registered his arm winding tighter around your waist, his nose pressed to your nape. A deep inhale, then another, warm breath and his lips inching closer with each second.
Pulled out of your slumber, limbs already heavy and yet floaty, half-hearted question left your lips.
“You ‘kay?”
“Uh-huh,” he hummed, his foot wedging between yours to pull you impossibly closer, his exhale long and wavering.
The tremble in it alarmed you, urging you to check up on his expression, on him. Willing your body to move, your heart skipped a startled beat when he wouldn’t let you turn around.
“That didn’t sound-“
His fingers wormed its way under your side laid on the mattress, flexing on the flesh of your waist.
“I’m fine….” Bullshit. “It’s just… you have no idea how hard it was to stay put while listening to all that, do you?”
Eyelashes fluttering in surprise, you took in his words, the subtle taste of fear in them, concern for how your abrupt plan could have easily go awry.
You allowed yourself a few moments before responding, forcing your memories, the images of you helplessly lying pinned to the ground after you saw a building explode – a building with Steve still in it – out of your mind.
“I… I think I can imagine. I’m sorry. I came up with an idea and thought it was for the best,” you whispered.
Honestly, you were still convinced that it had been the best thing to do given the circumstances, but that was momentarily beside the point.
“You literally told him you worked with me. I swear to God- I–“
Hearing the shift in his voice, a different emotion interfering – the pure horror, laced with exasperation – you softened your next words even further, running your fingertips over the back of his hand coaxingly.
Without any real hope, you attempted to turn in his firm embrace; this time, he reluctantly let you, your palms instantly trapping his miserable face.
“Hey. Hey, Steve, it’s fine. We handled it. We’re good. I just remembered Friday told me that he was a kinky bastard-“ Steve nudged you at the word and you fought hard the eye-roll he had coming at that “-and decided to use it.”
“You gave me your weapons and went against him empty-handed– never ever do that again,” he demanded, voice equally pleading and firm. You couldn’t help but nudge him back, because in your line of work, promising that technically equalled lying. “If there is any other option.”
You sighed, understanding all too well how he was feeling, willing to promise the latter to ease his mind. And to erase the worried wrinkles on his forehead. You kissed him there, the tension resolving under your loving gesture.
“Noted. I didn’t do that to get off, to have a high.“ Unlike some people, who seemed to do that sometimes. "I promise.”
“I know you didn’t,” Steve said, having the decency to add an edge of guilt to his voice, your verbal call for hypocrisy not going unnoticed. He kissed your left collarbone, tender and greedy, his lips sliding an inch lower to faintly feel your heartbeat and lingering.
“You know me well,“ you stated, running your fingers through his still damp locks, musing. "It’s… nice. Not as scary as I expected once.”
“Thanks…?” he murmured against your skin unsurely and you chuckled, a tired but oh so content sound.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered, heavy-lidded eyes boring into yours, finding your lips with his to deliver a lazy but heartfelt kiss, one you felt reaching your very soul.
Shifting so your head was tucked under his chin, you nestled into the most comfortable position possible and Steve hummed into your hair, once more pulling your body against his, not an inch of space left between you. You melted into his warmth and finally, you felt his muscles fully relax as well.
As you once more walked the fine line of dozing off, a sudden thought caused you to snap your eyes open, your heart skipping a curious beat.
“Steve?” An absent hum was his only response, but encouraged by any reaction at all, you continued, knowing that you wouldn’t fall asleep without having the answer. “When you said it was hard… you weren’t referring to a… certain situation of yours, right? … or were you?”
Even with his body turning rigid, a rock-solid prove he was fully awake, he put effort into sounding sleepy.
“Just go to sleep, woman.”
“…were you?! Do you want me to… do some thorough inspection of y-“ you teased, fascinated, never finishing your thought as Steve’s large palm covered your mouth.
You resisted the urge to release the surprised laugh bubbling in your chest. It wasn’t that you thought Steve’s desire was ridiculous; you were just that amazed that it never came up; a true wonder given your line of work.
Momentarily incapacitated, you didn’t speak, but grazed your teeth over his palm so he would release you.
“Hush!”
“ ’khay-“ You muttered and he removed his palm, sleepy blue watching you in warning. You strained your neck to kiss the previously teased skin of his hand. “We’ll explore that another time. I’m beat. Still love you. Goodnight.”
With that, you curled back into his body, feeling the wide expand of his chest followed by an exasperated puff.
“Goodnight, you maniac. I love you too.”
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Pins and needles in your toes ripped you harshly from the dreamland and you groaned quietly, rescuing your foot from the vice created by Steve’s own.
Shared sleep was blissful, releasing endorphins, the feelings of comfort and safety it provided irreplaceable and all that, but having your limb pinned to the mattress by a supersoldier was no joke.
You checked the clock on the nightstand; 8:27 AM. Sparing a glance at the man sleeping beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, palm sprawled over our abdomen, you smiled despite the early hour.
Any other morning, you would have shaken off the cramp and scooted over to get even closer to Steve; however, determined to do something nice for him and make sure he was alright with what he had clearly considered an irresponsible stunt of yours yesterday, you thanked heavens for the unexpected get-up call and planned on wiggling out of Steve’s grasp.
“Where ya’ goin’?” he mumbled sleepily, the inches you had managed to put between your bodies erased as his arm pulled you back, his nose nuzzling your hair with a sigh.
“Bathroom,” you lied easily, lightly patting his forearm. “We’ve barely slept for five hours. You still have thirty minutes till your usual start of the post-mission day, you crazy-ass lark. I’ll be right back.”
“Mm-hmm… I’ll be waitin’.”
Chuckling silently, you freed yourself fully, this time without his protests.
“I’m sure you will, Steve,” you whispered, your smile widening when only ten seconds later, your words were followed by his quiet snort.
Grabbing one of Steve’s hoodies thrown over the backrest of a chair and sliding into it, you made your way to the communal kitchen instead. Your mission was to make Steve breakfast, secretly hoping you could talk him into skipping the usual run today and actually spending a day in bed. You thwarted big bad’s plans yesterday, for god’s sake, you both deserved a break…
As a reminder of the past events, a bruise the size of a boot on your thigh – which you didn’t remember getting – stared accusingly at you when you passed a mirror. You inconspicuously pulled the hem of Steve’s hoodie an inch lower in attempt to cover it. Vainly.
Rolling your eyes, you wondered just how nice you needed to be today; Steve had seemed more freaked out than anything else; nevertheless, the anger could come today and you rather if it didn’t.
Deciding pancakes, eggs and bacon were a safe bet, you hummed and opened the fridge.
It was the exact moment something caught you eye, a change in decorum; right above your head on the top of the fridge.
A big fat zero stared at you from the sign you had got Steve a while ago, a memorandum of your first first-hand experience of his utter recklessness on missions. Ever since then, you and the rest of the team made sure to have the board up-to-date, sometimes proudly and sometimes regretfully rewriting the number of ‘days without Steve doing stupid life-threatening shit’.
Now there was a zero. Your jaw went slack, your heartbeat skyrocketing.
It was not the only change on the sign.
Someone, and you had a very good idea who that might be (hint: he was sleeping in your bed), plastered your name over Steve’s.
Your smile froze on your lips and at that moment, you could have been knocked out with a feather.
Unbelievable.
Un-fucking-believable.
Shutting the fridge with a loud thud, bottles in its door clinking, you strode back to your shared room, sputtering curses.
The audacity of him!
When had he even- how had he done– all night— you had woken up before him-!
Forget pancakes, eggs and bacon; snark was on the menu today.
“STEVEEEEEN!”
You heard his laughter before you even reached the bedroom.
Looking at the bright sight of things, Steve being a little shit was a positive shift from his late-night anxiety. A brief smile crossed over your face before you stormed into the room, finding the blond culprit muffling his chuckles in a pillow.
Your pillow.
Jumping to the bed, you grabbed his own and opted to show him just how stupid you could get.
Because trying to take down a supersoldier in a pillow fight? The zero might have to stay on the board for one extra day.
As Steve’s carefree laughter echoed within the walls of your bedroom, filling you with pure joy, you decided you could live with that.
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If you’d like to know the origin of the board, I kindly point you towards my S.R. masterlist, specifically to Challenge Accepted…? Fair warning: it has more drama than this one.
Thank you for reading! ❤️
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ashdoescomics · 4 years
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things my sister said while watching avatar (pt.2)
so we finished the series today and here’s what my sister had to say about it:
calling iroh “unproblematic king”
calling master pakku a “haughty ass bitch”
(referring to the fight b/n pakku and katara) “this is how cardjitsu should have gone in club penguin”
“i don’t remember this scene in avengers” in reference to hammer man in ep 19
*mumbles melody of “secret tunnel”* “tHIS IS WHERE ITS FROM?? I HEARD THIS ON TIKTOK”
(cave of lovers) “i don’t like these very precarious and awkward situations thEY ARE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTERRR”
“i don’t know how to feel about that”
“sokka’s fuckin,, gumby, he’s been thrown around so many times *singing* i been broke so many times...”
“pentapox is just coronavirus”
(when the villagers of omashu pretend to be sick) “coronavirus, colorized, 2020”
(mai, ty lee, and azula) “they look like the hex girls but asian”
(angry katara) “tag yourself i’m katara like 24/7”
“yes wash appa wash that boy, wash him like he’s a nintendog”
“I SHIP TY LEE AND MAI”
“zuko’s higher up on the scale above sokka. especially now that zuko’s getting good & sensitive and also maybe because he has hair now”
“general iroh was the og chick-fil-a employee, little did everyone know that chick-fil-a was based off of a true story and this man founded it uncle iroh is the CEO of nice chick-fil-a employees”
(whenever zuko is on screen) “here he is the king here is the KING”
“mai and zuko are the e-couple, the ultimate goth”
(the beach episode) “you’re against the whole baywatch team playing volleyball”
“zuko’s the skinniest one out of all of them he looks like nothing”
“what’s even is zuko and mai’s relationship??”
(after zuko and mai break up) “and now to get zuko and katara together”
“LITERALLY ZUTARA. PERIOD”
(to no ponytail sokka) “ohoho hello, sokka with hair”
“the fact is that zuko is secretly a softie and i like him”
“he’s not an asshole anymore and now there’s appeal”
“i want you to put down on your notes that sokka looks like lil huddy”
“the beach episode is literally ap psych girls examining emotions”
“toph is basically a land dolphin, she sees with her echolocation feet without the screaming or something”
“i take it back, zuko is a hot boi”
(when i looked at my sister, expecting a reaction from seeing sozin and roku as friends) “huh? what, are they gay? what’s going on”
(referring to toph) “oh, to see without my eyes”
“katara is such a mom”
(when toph pays sokka to keep the poster a secret) “toph is sokka’s sugar daddy”
(katara bending her own sweat) “oh my god, that was just sweat, that’s actually gross, i just remembered they didn’t have deodorant in this time”
(bloodbending) “that’s exactly what i was afraid of”
“katara is the tiger mom of the group”
“zuko is soft boy i love him”
“zuko really had a glow up damn”
“katara is the neosporin of the group”
(when zuko and aang get goo’ed to the ceiling and aang asks what they should do) “sleepover!!”
(zuko: i’m never happy) “me, after i get two pumps of serotonin in my venti starbucks macchiato”
“that’s rough buddy has the same energy as oof”
(prison riot & sokka says, ‘good, everyones here’) “dude we’re getting the band back together”
“suki and sokka? i see it... i still miss yue tho”
“mai is emotionless queen”
“i do have mixed feelings about her character tho”
“i love ty lee”
“everyone really just turned on azula like that”
“zuko and katara have impeccable chemistry of they complement each other”
*screams* “tHEYRE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER THO”
(literally all of the theatre ep) “*quoting MBMBAM* ‘i am very uncomfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today’”
(me: i thought aang was vegan) “hes vegetarian vegans don’t exist”
“avatar yangchen has jojo siwa’s forehead”
“azula’s sO annoying”
“man, toph’s back must hurt from literally carrying the entire team on her shoulders”
“the white lotus are the boomer benders: water boomer, air boomer, and hey you got bumi boomer in there too so it all works out”
“azula was the blueprint for quarantine girls, did you SEE her haircut?? no wonder all these girls are cutting their bangs like her”
(ozai setting stuff on fire) “ladies and gentlemen, this is the amazon wildfires, colorized, 2019”
(mocks azula) “i cHaLLenGe yOu to aGNi kAi!!!”
*screams when aang doesn’t redirect the lightning to ozai* “FUCKING IDIOT”
(gets up to leave) “ok i’m dizzy let’s space out episodes 20 and 21”
(returns not even 3 seconds later) “yknow what why not, play episode 21”
i hope y’all enjoyed my sister’s headassery this was very entertaining for me lol
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bran-writes · 4 years
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AK Character Flashback- Lori
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Lori’s focus sharpened on the small metallic square in front of her, carefully gripped by pliers beneath her magnifying glass. Opposite the pliers, she held the glue swab, carefully applying the substance to the edges.She ignored the hum of the generators that enveloped her workshop in heat against the winter cold.
“Come on, you piece of shit. Don’t flake on me now,” the high schooler mumbled to herself as she gingerly flipped the small plate and set into it’s natural position amongst her masterpiece. She even waited a beat before exhaling. “Shit yeah.”
Twisting the magnifying glass out of the way, Lori stood from her stool and stepped back, running her hands through her dark hair. Before her, completely finished on her work station, sat the rover she’d been modifying for months- it’s angular frame and smooth tracks standing out against the scraped and scratched metal table that held it.
From outside, Moon’s barking and excited panting alerted Lori of a visitor. Whoever it was whistled a tune as they approached, and Lori leaned on the railing and watched the doorway below with interest. Moon beat the guest inside, dashing into the warmth of Lori’s shop and spinning in circles, wagging her tail.
A wild, unkempt shock of red hair poked into the open door of the shop and turned back and forth. Lori smiled.
“Ambassador Kemp to Captain Fowler, requesting permission to board,” the boy called out. Lori could already hear the smile in his voice, which made her grin even wider.
“Permission granted, welcome aboard, Ambassador.”
Andy Kemp looked up at her from below, his smile pushing the sea of freckles on his face to the side like a tide. His big green eyes popped against his black jacket and the snow covered ground outside. “There you are!”
“I see you got a promotion to ambassador from… What position did you have last time?”
Andy pulled his gloves off and strode toward the latter, recalling images in Lori’s head of a much smaller, excitable version of Andy. “Uuhhh, I think it was Grand Adventurer or something like that,” the tall, lanky teen chuckled as he climbed the ladder up to her work area. “I don’t know, you were always better at coming up with names. I just liked coming along for the ride. Adventure in the stars.”
When the boy reached the top, Lori watched as he gazed around at how much had changed since he’d last been there, back when it was a barn. He let out a low whistle before setting his sights back on her with a lopsided smile. “I dig what you’ve dug with the place. It definitely fits you.”
“That what Dad says,” Lori smiled, meeting Andy for a hug. The boy’s arms were now comically long, his thin frame was somewhat comforting. She jerked her head in the direction of her couch and cupboard/table combo. “Hot chocolate on the burner if you want some.”
“Oh hell yeah, that sounds great,” Andy laughed and nodded, peeling his jacket off and crossing the space in a few strides.
Damn, he’s tall, what the hell? Lori thought to herself. She returned to her stool and watched her old friend pour him some hot chocolate in a paper cup. The last time she’d seen Andy was her thirteenth birthday party. It was the night before he moved a few cities away with his mom.
“I heard you were back in town. How’s that working out with your folks?”
“I don’t even think barely describes how close they are to breaking out into a full on screaming match,” Andy chuckled, ruffling his hair and sitting on the arm of the couch. He turned the cup in his hand and shrugged. “That’s not the only arguing going from what I hear.”
Aaaaahh, Lori thought. “Oh… Yeah… She mentioned that huh. Hence, your new role as ambassador.”
“More like, broke down crying last night when I asked about you.”
Lori squinted at the mention of Andy’s sister crying. For one, it was nearly unheard of. Secondly, as far as Lori could remember, she hadn’t exactly said anything that would warrant that. “It wasn’t even that bad, and she was being the asshole.”
“Trust me, I know. She said it herself. I think that’s why she’s upset. That and the jealousy.”
“Why would Nina, Queen of Wilton High, be jealous of me? We haven’t even been close friends- not as much as we used to be.”
Andy shrugged again, taking a sip. “The same reason she picked fights with me after I moved away. She’s scared of never leaving this town, like Dad. She’s scared she’s gonna end up being a diner waitress like our aunt. She’s scared we’ll leave her behind.”
Lori sighed. She should have known that Nina picking that fight wasn’t actually about Lori winning “best of show” at the science fair, or the articles written about her drone. “I can’t help that I’m trying to get out, Andy.”
“I know.”
“I can’t help if I’m the only one around here that wants something more. Well, other than my brother. The sad part about it is… She doesn’t have to be afraid either? And neither do you!”
Andy’s smile wasn’t the usual, jovial one that lit up the room. It was sad. “We’re not all as smart as you, Lori. We all don’t have your parents, that’ll damn near push you out the door if they have to.”
“I know, I-” Lori rubbed her face and stood up, pacing. How could she say this without it turning into a knock-down drag-out argument like what happened with Nina, just last week. “I get it. But what I don’t think you guys are getting is that you don’t have to be as smart as me. And that sounds really gross to say, jeez.”
This time, Andy laughed fully, covering his mouth with his hands. “I know what you mean.”
“Look, I’m not looking down on anybody who doesn’t leave Wilton. Have a blast, at least you’re comfortable and can build a family and make something for yourself here. That’s not me, and I’m tired of acting like it should be.”
“You’ve always been like that. I wish I could feel the same way.”
“There’s nothing stopping you. Just… All the shit in your head that’s making excuses. If you wanna leave, you can do it. Especially you.”
“How? Can’t play sports. I’m not funny enough for comedy,” Andy wiped some chocolate from his mouth and stood up, “I’m not an artist and I’m not funny enough to be a comedian. That is a weird example, don’t know why I thought of it…”
“At least you’re thinking. And trust me, a lot of comedians aren’t funny enough to be comedians.”
They both laughed. It sounded like the laughter they shared on long weekend nights, pretending they were galactic explorers somewhere far removed from this particular cattle farm. “Look, Andy… I’m not a pro, I don’t have all the answers. All I know is that where we are now is not where I can be ten years from now. Fuck, not even five.
“It’s not about what I have or don’t have, it’s how serious I am about using what I can…” she motioned to the rover behind her, “If it wasn’t this, it’d be something else.”
“That’s not too bad, though.”
“Hell no,” she smiled. “I just don’t wanna see you get trapped. I just know you don’t have to end up stuck here. That goes for Nina, too. And I didn’t know that’s what she was mad about, but I’ll apologize and try and make up with her.”
“Thanks, Lori,” Andy set his cup down and approached her, the two embracing in a hug that she’d missed out on when he left. “I believe you. And I believe in you, so thanks.”
Lori closed her eyes and felt thankful for the moment. She realized how much she missed her friend, and how nothing had really changed. “I’m here if you ever need to talk.”
Andy stepped back and stuck his hands in his pockets, “Let’s no go back to being strangers. And, hey, if you find out you don’t wanna be the next Sam Bergeron, you can always be a motivational speaker.”
Lori raised an eyebrow and stuck her hands in her back pockets. “What, you gave up on us touring the stars in our beat up space ship, with nothing but our trusty crew and the solar winds in our sails?”
“Ah yes, we should probably get started on that dream, huh? I don’t know about you, but I’ve gotten pret-ty good at welding. So, uhh, wanna show me what you’re working on? I’ve got plenty of time. Like way too much time, actually, I’d like to avoid the trainwreck at the house for as long as possible.”
Lori nodded him over to the table and swept her arms across the metallic gray body of the rover, making a swoosh sound followed by a dramatic dun dun dun. “Speaking of Bergeron Robotics. This is a Rover I built from the blueprints they released. It’s got pretty accurate arm precision, a guidance system I got from a third party site and the treads are reactive rubber.”
“It looks different from that model!”
“I modified the chassis,” Lori bucked her eyebrows. Andy stared intently at the rover, his lips pressed together, freckles furrowing in determination.
“We should paint it,” he whispered.
“Shit yeah, put on some music- I wanna hear what you’ve been listening to. I’ll get the paint stuff.”
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thanksjro · 4 years
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Eugenesis, Part Six Scene Four: Xenon Info-Dumps For Five-And-A-Half Pages
Alright, back to bullshit.
Galvatron is being a rude little turd to Xenon, calling his robot collection old and dusty, but Xenon’s too wrapped up in the Quintesson/Cybertronian lore to be bothered. Ultra Magnus just wants to know what the fuck he’s done with the Matrix.
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You heard the man, out with it.
So, back when the Quintessons first started out, they were known as the Progenitors- yeah, I know- a quasi-organic race who went from caveman-level intelligence to full-blown hard sci-fi sons of guns at an incredibly rapid rate.  
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Problem is, they didn’t get any further than that. They tried, sure. They tried real hard, for millions of years. Then, once their inspiration had run out, they started looking to other races to try and figure something out.
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This just in, god is dead and James Roberts killed him by turning him into a glorified OS.
So, P.R.I.M.U.S. is encoded onto these geodes, and they become sentient. Sometimes they think they’re god.
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Just like everyone else in this story.
Now that the Quintessons knew about these little god-doodads, they wanted one for themselves, to try and reverse-engineer the secret to immortality. They hired some guys called the Weavers to nab one for them.
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This is some serious nerd shit, y’all. Galvatron agrees with me- he’s never even heard of any of the things Xenon’s droning on about. Neither have I- this is all Roberts at this point.
The Weavers brought back two geodes to the Quintessons, who promptly hid them away until the Masters cooled off a bit, since they were a little miffed about the thievery and whatnot. Then they noticed a couple problems: A) the geodes were encrypted to the moon and back, and B) if you so much as looked at the thing wrong it would purge the Lifecode completely.
Didn’t Optimus throw this thing at Unicron a couple times? Maybe the geode just doesn’t like you, Xenon, ever thought of that?
In order to decode the geodes, the Quintessons needed massive computers. Y’know, like God. But before they could really get a head start on that, the Masters’ nanobot enforcers showed up, blocking out the sky like a giant swarm of angry wasps. They wrecked shopped on Quintyxia- the old one, not the new one- and the Quintessons ran for it. They headed for the planet where they’d buried the other geode, but something went wrong with their hyperspace drive, and they didn’t arrive until two million years after they’d set off.
They dug for the geode, hit something metal, and that’s when the quakes started. The Quintessons left, thinking the planet was unstable.
At this point, Magnus is begging Xenon to just get on with it.
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The Quintessons headed back to Quintyxia, to find that their lush, green world had been turned into one made of metal. Cybertron. Quintyxia is Cybertron. New Quintyxia is Quintyxia. It’s like that time Prince named himself the Artist Formerly Known As Prince.
Of course that leaves the question of why the nanobots didn’t just destroy the planet instead of… doing whatever they did to make Cybertron Cybertron.
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So, Cybertron is a planet-sized computer, tasked with the sole purpose of decoding the meaning of life.
You know, I remember reading somewhere- and don’t quote me on this, because I can’t for the life of me remember where exactly- that Roberts has never read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Now, either he’s lying- which I don’t know why he would, the guy loves references- or this is just a weird thing the collective brain of the English population does, where they all jump to the same ideas in absurdist sci-fi.
When the Quintessons showed up on Cybertron, they were met with the results of the cracked Lifecode- the first Transformers (but they couldn’t transform, that was a thing that developed alongside the war.) They couldn’t do much of anything, really.
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Well, now we know where the protoform babies in IDW come from.
The Quintessons, not ones to squander an opportunity, decide to use these fragile, helpless proto-beings as slaves.
Yeah, the Quintessons have kind of been the worst since day one.
They build brain modules, stick them in the ground- Seedlings, Xenon calls them- and watch as the planet wrapped living metal around them and built bodies.  
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The Quintessons get pretty good at making the Auto-Bots, and get to a point where they’re drafting up blueprints for each solitary one. Blueprints that Xenon apparently kept, since he’s got all these copies in the pods right now.
If you couldn’t tell already, we’re going with the “the Quintessons made the Transformers” creation myth.
Of course, you make a big enough species, they’re going to need some corralling- that is, if you want to be an awful, controlling, overbearing parent. And the Quintessons definitely wanted that. So, what’s one to do?
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…Look, it’s not that I necessarily disagree on a base level, but-
Xenon, you fucking neckbeard.
Because the Quintessons forgot that religion is not a one-set-outcome game, they were surprised to find that it had given their creations hope and will, things you really don’t want your enslaved masses to have.
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The Covenant drove off the Quintessons, then fucked off into deep space to spread the message of Primus, with Maximo at the head of things. Maximo was the leader of the Cybertronian Empire and Megatron’s progenitor in the Marvel UK comics. They did leave someone behind to keep the masses within the faith- Primon. He’s important in the comics, just trust me on that.
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Oh man, we’re finally getting some answers.
Xenon admits that the Quintessons didn’t come up with everything; there were parts that they just straight-up ripped out of the geode’s owner’s manual.
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Oh. Well. That’s… underwhelming. Xenon’s really just dumping the entirety of the Cybertronian religion into the trash at this point, isn’t he? This info-dump has been going on for five pages, and we still aren’t done.
Turns out that kill switch code was pulled from the geode too- 4/11.002983712 is its serial number. That’s like if you called your dad by his first name and then immediately died afterwords.
But whatever happened to that second geode the Quintessons buried on the other planet?
Yeah, that turned into Unicron.
Turns out the virus that wipes the Lifecode from the geode messed up, and made the geode want to kill literally everything in the universe just for being alive.  
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Well, isn’t that all just fine and dandy~!
Because the Quintessons didn’t realize what Unicron’s whole deal was at first- the vore-planet had learned how to lie at some point before they met up- they worked together for a time.
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At this point the Quintessons had gone from being quasi-organic to something more cybernetically-dependent, so that might have also made things a little difficult in the baby-making department. Or not. I don’t fucking know, things are just happening at this point.
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MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU KNOW WHAT BOOK YOU’RE IN
THERE WILL BE NO HAPPY ANYTHING
Storytime’s over, back to the present day. Xenon’s going to take these podded robots and populate New Quintyxia with them. They won’t fight, they’ll be actual, normal people who don’t wage war.
Xenon must have gotten some new glasses, because that’s one hell of a rose-tinted worldview he’s got there.
Ultra Magnus at this point just asks for the Matrix back so they can go home. Xenon says “nah, but check this out tho” and powers on the pod-bots.
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Xenon, that’s gross. Don’t make Galvatron and Magnus watch you be weird with the power of granting life, man.
All the robots wake up, stand, and stare up at Xenon, who’s floated up to the ceiling on his power trip. They… aren’t supposed to do that.
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Turns out the Matrix is a friggin’ liar, and only promised power because it’s actually Unicron in there. Well, damn.
Galvatron shoots Xenon. Good.
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Shoulda sprung for the waterproofing on your Uggs, Mags.
Galvatron’s on a roll, now. He aims at one of the zombies and fires, and they all go down, thanks to their interlinked minds. Crisis averted, I guess.
Magnus, though not happy with Galvatron’s wanton destruction of innocents, has bigger fish to fry at present; he’s convinced that the Matrix is still inside God. Boy oh boy, is he wrong, but the narrative demands he at least tries. He sticks his hand into the computer, up to the shoulder. That’s not good heavy-duty machinery safety.
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Well, shit. He’s been possessed by a higher power.
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You know, now that I think about it, there’s a good chance that Xenon putting the Matrix into God messed up the killswitch code, and that’s why Prowl had to use a wasting disease to try and end it all. Not really relevant at this exact moment in the story, just a thought I had.
Galvatron, having had enough mystical bullshit for one day, shoots his arm clean off, severing the connection. Magnus drops like a stone, and Galvatron bolts as everything starts coming down around them.
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Oh no, Magnus is gonna be our first victim, isn’t he?
Magnus follows after Galvatron, leaving his arm. Hope he doesn’t run into any aqua fortis on the way back to the Trident, because his Pretender shell is beat all to hell.
Then Xenon pulls himself together and stops being dead.
Sigh.
This was ONE section.
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monicalorandavis · 4 years
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I was an intern at Comedy Central and it mostly sucked
File this under the category of “Who Cares?”
Everybody knows interns (at basically every company) are treated like shit.  They are used strictly for running errands and little else. It was likely that a TV network should follow suit. To no one’s surprise, Comedy Central treated interns like shit. I was. The interns around me were. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time. I had so little work experience and I was so grateful for the opportunity that I figured it was part of the process of getting to where you wanted to be. It wasn’t until I ran into Joe, an assistant (who had particularly made my life hell) at a party a few years later that I even thought about how mean he had been to me. I wanted to let it go. But he had been really fucking mean and it stung to think about. He wasn’t alone. It was actually a whole group of assistants who I’d felt had humiliated me. I remember going to lunch at the same time the assistants were leaving for lunch. They caught the elevator and I had asked to join, trailing just a step behind them. Joe barked “No”, closed the elevator doors in my face and I heard them all laughing at me on the way down. I stared at the closed doors, shocked. Never in my life had I been treated like such a loser. I was in a fucking teen movie being bullied by complete pricks. And the worst part was, these people were definitely the kids who’d been bullied.
I caught the next elevator and when I arrived on the ground level, they were waiting for me. They didn’t say anything. They looked guilty like they’d realized they’d been mean to an intern who would likely say something to someone in HR and decided to extend me the kindness of waiting for me. Only I didn’t want them to wait for me and I would never say anything. Unlike them, I didn’t like making people feel like shit. We walked to get salads in silence. They resumed their conversation but I paid and left before them. It was so weird after that. For like a day. And then, it started all over again.
There were exceptions during that time and I would like to name them and give them all their credit. Tony, one of the early writer/producers of Workaholics (a gig he got during my time there), was fabulously kind to me. He never made me feel lame or stupid and I was sad to see him go even though I knew writing was his goal. Walter was nice. Gary was nice. Seth. But I have forgotten many people’s names and you’ll forgive me as this was almost a decade ago. That time exists in a haze. I was living downtown with two of my girlfriends in a loft apartment that didn’t have walls. I had no bedroom. Just an upstairs “room” with a bathroom with a toilet but no shower. I paid $500 a month for a glorified port-a-potty and thus, acted like a degenerate. Every night, I either smoked weed until I fell asleep or scoured the streets for a cute boy to spend the night with. It was during that time that I was lucky enough to get an internship at a company that could change the course of my life - Comedy Central. It was a gift to work there and I knew it. I didn’t have any Hollywood connections.This was it. I would take it seriously, I promised myself. So, I did.
Comedy Central used to be the mecca. Before Tosh.0 and Jim Jefferies, it was the home of Chappelle’s Show. I am not exaggerating when I tell you this: that show changed the whole goddamn world and I was no exception. it changed me. It was the blueprint. Comedy could be brutal on white people. It could get real and gross and political and stupid all at the same time. Comedy nerds like me ate it up.
Dave Chappelle’s two season masterpiece of a show infected college campuses in 2004 when it was released on DVD. That was the year I started college. By happenstance, I was part of the DVD revolution. We would crowd into each other’s dorm rooms and cry laughing and then watch the same episode again. It caught fire. Dave Chappelle bridged the gap between black and white, famous and normal while still keeping himself removed from the whole thing, aloof - distinguished...better than us. His skewering of racism was a glass through which we could see in fact, we were all participants in the same system albeit on other sides. 
So, Chappelle’s Show was important to me. I wanted to work at a place that had created art. I would try to shine there and let my own ideas blossom into projects.
But in spite of my eagerness, I was aware at the time (as we all were) that Comedy Central had paid Dave Chappelle $50 million for a third season but instead of delivering, he walked off set and fled to Africa. This was the story we were told. This was before Twitter and Instagram. The internet swirled with rumors that he had gone crazy and was going to live in Africa forever. He had abandoned Hollywood for good.
But the whole thing stank of racism, buried just underneath the surface. Why was Chappelle suddenly crazy when he didn’t want a huge sum of money? Yes, that’s a huge sum of money but deep down I thought, those people are trying to exploit him. Intuitively I felt like Chappelle knew he was part of a bigger racial-bridging that was allowing white people access to private areas of black culture. He had invited fans to shout famous lines back at him. Lines that Chappelle himself and other black actors had killed with. But, lines that white fans should never say. They were insensitive to the privilege shared by black people to communicate to other black people. White people want to say the n-word and it’s not theirs to say. It’s a truth other black comedians have shared.
When Chris Rock was caught in conversations with racists who relayed his “niggers versus black people” bit back to him he retired it permanently. The price of being an honest black comedian in this country is that white people can retell your insider information as intel. White people who would otherwise have no interaction with black people now has an arsenal of information. They have evidence that was not acquired through firsthand experience. They have heard the inner monologue of black America and instead of fixing racial injustice, they are repeating their favorite lines. And in spite of all of that, in spite of all the drama between Comedy Central and Dave Chappelle, in spite of the racial implications the media had thrown around, I got a job as an intern in hopes just being in the same office that created Chappelle’s Show could imbue me with some genius or good fortune.
It didn’t.
It was whack. There were like 40 of us on a rotating schedule where three of us would work certain days together and then another three would work another group of days and sometimes you would see other interns on your day because they couldn’t come in on their regular day. Since there were so many interns doing the work that one capable assistant could perform we were all basically twiddling our thumbs, trying to look useful and eager. Some interns dazzled executives with their epic notes on scripts, replete with a solid three act structure and relevant examples, figures, marketing suggestions. Others buried their noses up anyone’s ass who lingered near them long enough, offering to get coffee, lunch, snacks, dry cleaning, children from daycare, gifts for spouses, you name it. I employed none of these strategies. I scoped the most eligible bachelors and tried to dazzle them with my charms. The married ones would have been the smarter bet. Married men are more willing to go out on a limb for a cute, inexperienced graduate with a lot to prove. They won’t cheat but they like feeling important to women still so they’ll toss around bread crumbs. The single ones are still so obsessed with themselves that they can’t see far enough past their noses to help. I was vying for the attention of one executive I was sure would marry me, given I had enough alone time with him in the kitchen, when I learned he was getting engaged. It was devastating. Of course I would choose to be in love with someone just about to propose.
It dawned on me that marrying your way into the entertainment business was sort of gross and I was at Comedy Central to make a name for myself. Meaning, I should make it for myself. Not rely on somebody else giving me a handout. I had to go out and earn my job. Unfortunately, it seemed that only a few at Comedy Central had actually earned their job from sheer hard work. Most people had arrived there from a combination of knowing someone and favors and white privilege that is the winningest cocktail of all time. But, even they didn’t really like their jobs. It made no sense. The ones with the worst attitudes, who were the most lazy, cranky, emotionally unhinged seemed to know the most people. And they hated everything and everyone.
Below them, were us, the interns. And to my chagrin, I’d been wasting entire weeks of time pining over some man who’d hardly noticed me while these nerds were working their asses off. I was light years behind and frankly, unwilling to break my back for a job that didn’t seem like it would ever come my way. I was this sore thumb. I felt like a step sister and everyone else was The Brady Bunch. Primarily, I looked very different than everyone there. I wore ripped jeans and had tattoos and listened to hip hop. Wearing hoop earrings to work basically identified me as a member of the Crips. These people were so white and goofy that the only person of color they’d managed to hire had gone to private school their entire lives.
This sounds bratty already and I swear to God, I am not an ungrateful asshole. I am writing this to say that the experience crushed me a little bit. I left the internship at the end of the summer with no interest in staying in touch with anyone. With the exception of running into Joe at a party, I’ve run into one girl, Sarah, at my exercise class. I reveled when she feigned confusion when I asked if she’d remembered me from Comedy Central three years prior. I thought to myself, “I’m about to ruin this bitch’s day” and I’d like to think that her trembling, noodle-like legs during my class were some karmic retribution for her unkindness.
Besides that, I have no ill feelings towards anyone presently. To be fair, the assistants were only a year or two older than me at the time and wielding an unnatural amount of power. They did not handle power well. Not many do.
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voidendron · 4 years
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Deep Blue Sea: Ch 11
Chapter 11: Headcount Subnautica/JSE Egos Crossover
Warnings: Swearing, Vomit Characters: Chase Brody, Marvin the Magnificent, Dr. Schneeplestein, Jackieboy Man, Jameson Jackson POV: Chase Brody
Chase went to scrub at his teary eyes only for his hands to hit the glass of his mask. All he could do was stare at Lifepod Three’s ripped open wall. His team’s fucking Seaglide had exploded. They’d never even gotten a chance to leave the pod.
When his PDA warned him of low oxygen, Chase swallowed and kicked for the surface; his jaw was aching from biting down on the mouthpiece so hard for so long. Every time he felt a sob trying to surface, he’d bite down. It kept him focused enough to keep swimming. Just keep swimming.
He kept Mason’s cracked PDA clutched tight against his chest. It was all he could think to do. The remaining two of his little maintenance team had had a chance. They’d landed—sure, their pod sank, but they’d landed. they’d been alive probably not even two hours ago—and if Chase had just been a little faster to get out here…
Reaching the surface, the man pushed his mask up and scrubbed at his eyes. The water stung them but he frankly couldn’t care even as he knew they’d start turning red. If they weren’t already.
God… Romero had three kids back on one of the Alterra colonies. Did they even know the Aurora had crashed? Who would bring them the news that their mother was probably dead on some alien planet? And—and Mason’s siblings. He was the youngest of four, wasn’t he? Their baby brother was gone. Their families couldn’t even have the closure of burying them because there was just…nothing left.
…Chase’s kids. He was still alive, but…they’d be told he was dead once Alterra realized what happened, wouldn’t they? Or that if he wasn’t, there was no way to get to him. What if he never saw them again?
He bit his tongue when another sob tried to surface.
No, no. Rescue would be sent. Eventually.
Who was he kidding? They were well outside of Alterra space. He—and any other survivors who may be out there—would just have to hope they got lucky and another ship happened through the system to pick up on the Aurora’s likely weak signal.
Back to Five. That’s all you can do now, Brody. The rest of the pods could still be checked. Just because those two hadn’t made it didn’t mean there couldn’t be other survivors.
He’d seen…he’d seen who? Keen. He remembered seeing Keen getting in a pod. …Nineteen? Fuck. If he remembered the coordinates, that would be one of the hardest to reach. His, and the CTO’s and her partner’s, Twelve that he didn’t know who had taken. One of the security guys had gone into one that was pretty deep, too. The rest should be easy(ish?) to get to.
…Hopefully.
That entertainer had taken Pod Four, but he didn’t know who was in the rest. Get back to Five, gather your wits, and get to…Four, he supposed? At least that one was at the surface.
A steadying breath and Chase pulled his mask back down to start the swim back.
He hadn’t even made it completely to his pod when he saw someone else farther out. They looked exhausted and was laying on one of the weird spire-things that stuck out of the shallows almost to the surface.
The entertainer; he recognized the long, dyed hair. It was still partially pulled back, but a lot had come loose and was sticking to the sides of his face and the mask. The man was panting and had a hand over his chest.
All Chase could feel was relief as he abandoned his objective for Five and took off toward the man.
He pushed his mask up, spluttering a little when he splashed himself in the face. “Hey!” he called. “Hey!”
The other man startled and flinched as he bolted upright before his shoulders sagged with relief.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he groaned, letting himself tip backward again so he was laying on the slightly submerged surface.
Chase floundered up onto the jutting stone formation and if it wasn’t for the fact they were both gross and sweaty and didn’t know each other he probably would have hugged the guy right then and there. “Which pod are you from?”
The guy started laughing—actually laughing—and Chase had to wonder if he was okay. “Don’t even try goin’ back there,” he said between, admittedly very tired-sounding, giggles. “That thing’ll swallow you whole.”
“…Huh?”
“The fuckin’…the Reaper. I’ve never seen an animal so goddamn big…” He’d stopped laughing at least; he honestly just looked like he wanted to sleep.
Chase shook his shoulder and dragged the guy into sitting up. “Big?”
“Mhm.” He rubbed at the bump on his head. Looked like he’d hit it pretty hard; Chase subconsciously pressed a hand to his own temple where the loose panel had hit him. “The thing just…I didn’t know somethin’ could be that big.”
A calming breath. Maybe the guy was just in shock or something. Or did he really not want to talk about whatever a “Reaper” was? “Dude. How big?”
“Mandibles longer than you are tall. It dragged my fuckin’ lifepod under the surface like it was nothing.”
Chase blinked. “Uh…dude. There’s no way there’s somethin’ that big out there. You sure you weren’t just panicking?”
That seemed to snap him out of it.
“Panicking?! I’m not fuckin’ exaggerating. That thing dragged Four so damn far down my ears popped. One of its mandibles broke through the pod’s exterior. If I hadn’t had a goddamn decoy I wouldn’t have even made it here.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and took a steadying breath. “Just…don’t go to Four, okay? That thing’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
Chase’s PDA chirped and he blinked down at it. The entertainer’s had as well.
Close proximity. They were sharing information with each other.
One such bit of information was the Reaper’s file. His heart dropped when he looked it over.
There was no way something that big was on the planet.
…Right?
That made things a whole lot more complicated. Maybe they just…stuck around one area? Hopefully?
At least the other man’s PDA must not have been as damaged as his. A ton of blueprints filtered through that his had been missing.
Chase took a slow breath, then nudged the other man. “I…didn’t catch your name?”
“Uh. Right. Marvin.”
“Chase.”
The handshake was…beyond awkward, to say the least.
“I—”
“Hey!” He could hear a machine and splashing.
Two…no, no, three more survivors. One had a Seaglide (that was probably the machine he heard. no fair, why hadn’t Five been equipped with one?) and…one wasn’t moving. The biggest man, who Chase recognized as one of the ship’s doctors but didn’t know the name of, was more or less on his back and dragging the third man who—Jameson.
Both Chase and Marvin threw themselves off the rock and back into the water to meet the trio. Jameson wasn’t breathing.
“Wh… The fuck happened?!”
“He drowned, what does it look like?” the doctor snapped (great. he was that type of guy). “Open the pod and help get him inside!”
It ended up being the security guy (Jackie, apparently) and Chase who went into the pod with Jameson. Neither of them had been swimming for their lives (technically. Chase wasn’t going to count getting away from those shark-things after knowing what Marvin had faced) or carrying an unconscious passenger, so they had the most energy of the four. Energy would be needed, Chase thought as he swapped places with Jackie for the second time to begin chest compressions.
It wasn’t long into the next swap—Jackie was panting as he pressed down on Jameson’s chest (they were pretty sure they’d broken at least two ribs by that point). they were both exhausted and unsure if the other man would even make it—that the chef spluttered and threw up some water. They hurriedly turned him onto his side so he wouldn’t start choking as he gagged and spat. He didn’t throw up nearly as much water as Chase had been expecting.
Still, he finally let himself breathe with relief.
Jameson’s eyes were glassy and dazed, but he was breathing again. Now they’d just have to keep an eye on him for a while (the doctor had mentioned he could end up with pneumonia) to make sure he was doing all right.
Jackie went to get the doctor and Chase ducked out as soon as…Schneeplestein, that was it, right? he’d go with Schneep, entered the pod.
The remaining three—Chase, Marvin, and Jackie—found their way back to the barely submerged rock formation and sat themselves down.
“Okay.” Jackie looked expectantly between them. He was still carrying the metal rod (apparently it was a broken flare) and had it pressed into the stone so he could lean against it. “Now what?”
“Probably a habitat builder.” Chase gestured out at the setting sun. “Three, max, can be in a pod at once, so we at least need a basic room where we can sleep and start storin’ supplies.”
Marvin furrowed his brows. “But…we’re not gonna be here that long, are we? What about rescue?”
Chase snorted at that. “We’re outside’a Alterra space. Call me cynical but I don’t,” he cleared his throat when his voice cracked, “think anyone’s comin’.”
The color drained from the poor entertainer’s face.
“I mean…” Jackie gestured out at the Aurora. “It’s still mostly in one piece. We’d need radiation suits if what Marvin said is right, but…maybe it’s repairable?” …He looked right at Chase when he said it.
“I’m a repairman, not an engineer. Yu might still be alive, though, so if we find her and Berkeley, then I think we’d have a chance dependin’ on how sever the damage it.”
“Um…what’s the difference..?” Marvin asked.
Chase couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Nonessential maintenance. I repair stuff the engineers can’t be bothered with. Uh…changing light bulbs, fixing doors, makin’ sure intercoms are workin’.”
“…An electrician?”
“Sorta? Repairman’s still a better way to describe it. We’re kinda offtrack, though, guys?”
“Okay, right…” Jackie leaned his forehead against the broken flare. “So where are we starting? Habitat builder, ah..?”
“Seaglides for the red of us, and better air tanks,” Chase answered.
“Rebreathers?” Jackie suggested.
“Yeah. That’s…actually a really good idea. And…I guess just start collectin’ stuff? And we’re gonna need lots of food and purified water. Let’s start with the habitat builder so we can get somewhere for Jameson to properly lay down, then I guess. Go from there?”
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figaydani · 5 years
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hale’s philly comic con panel recap
first things first - fan questions weren’t allowed because of the showrunners (which I have a Lot to say about but I won’t right now) so mostly the questions were asked by the host, but it was still a fun panel!! here’s what went down (it’s long but hopefully informative!):
(FYI I’m going off of a couple small vids I got so anything in quotations is an exact quote)
it started off with Hale thanking the many people who traveled long distances to come see him, which led him into inviting a fan on stage (which was *super* awesome and sweet of him)
I want to make a point that at this part the host said something like “this is what happens when we close down questions” and hale’s response to that was “close down—what??? I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about” I can’t tell if this was sarcastic??? but I don’t think so?? which means the showrunners did this without hale’s knowledge (or permission, likely) which...... gross. but are we surprised :|
the host asked if Hale was a fan of the books before the show and Hale said he’d had got an audition for the show (for Penny which... I CAN’T imagine now that he’s been Eliot LOL) and one of his best friends reacted to his audition news saying he loved the books and said Hale had to read them ASAP
Hale actually felt really “shitty” about his Penny audition and Hale knew it wasn’t quite a match but as he got further in the book he “fell in love with Eliot” and he “crossed his fingers to get a callback for him” and he “really, really worked his ass off” because he wanted to play Eliot that badly
he mentions a weird coincidence where he had been doing journaling before moving out to LA when he was “destitute” and wrote down a bunch of traits of a character that would truly inspire him from an acting standpoint because he’d had a lot of uninspiring auditions at the time, and he wrote down a lot of adjectives that ended up describing Eliot - he said he believes in the law of attraction and it felt like he “imagined” the part into existence
the host asked about his performance schooling in New York which led Hale into talking about his mom (whom he referred to affectionately as a “modern dancer-performance-artist-clown”) and said he was inspired the most by her as a child and the way she beautifully expressed herself through her art
he also saw a lot of Broadway shows and Shakespeare plays with his family (so his inspirations started early) and he was 9 when he did his first summer theatre kids program where the director of the program told his parents that he was talented and was good at giving “direction” (his first role was Christopher Columbus LOL)
his ultimate move to LA was precipitated by the many plays he did in new york but mostly “Streamers” by David Ray(sp?) and “Passion Play” by Sara Rule(sp?) which he said changed his life and solidified his love of multi-faceted characters and issues close to his heart
he was talking about the differences between theater and being on a TV show and how much faster TV feels (“you’re shooting out of order, you’re probably meeting the person you’re naked in bed with the day that you shoot that scene”) and then the host asked if Hale had any good meeting-the-person-you’re-naked-in-bed-with stories and Hale immediately goes “no, nope, nu-uh, mum’s the word” which to me suggested he might have a recent story on that re: season 5 erggghhhhh but who knows he finished that up with “I’m always naked and crying” on shows LOL
the host asks a little about Hale’s journaling/processes for his character, compliments his portrayal of Eliot to which Hale said it was his “terror/nightmare/fear-dream that he would ruin the books with his performance” (me @ this: gdkslgjks NO HALE YOU’RE PERFECT)
then Hale said what he wrote down in his journal months before he got the Eliot role was something like an “adventurous, sexually-fluid, witty dandy who has royal blood and wears incredible costumes and swashbuckles and becomes the hero of his own story” which..... wow that IS fairly accurate
the host asked if there was any changes from the book that Hale did or didn’t like, things that he’s learned as the seasons went on, etc. and Hale said his biggest priority was taking Lev’s blueprint from the books and then very seriously working on creating-the-show-from-the ground-up (he said he loved Lev and called him a genius). He said a big thing was his connection to “the actors playing Quentin and Margo particularly” and how the books inspired those connections and how important it was to mirror and honor those relationships on the show
the host asked a pre-taken fan question re: if there was any moment in the show that embodied Eliot as a character and Hale said it was hard to say since Eliot has changed so much over 4 seasons (Hale: “look at all these nods in the audience, they know” lol) - he really didn’t know how to answer it well (“what defined him [...] I don’t know”), but a big moment he remembers was “Summer and I were entwined on this weird daybed-sofa-thing and we’re like staring at Quentin and lusting after him and thinking that was a moment that set up both their relationship [Eliot and Margo’s] and foreshadowed the relationship with Quentin as well”
he fawned over their costume designer (same, Hale, SAME) and how she’s his “number 1 hero” and inspiration on the show and how their conversations on Eliot’s clothing always reflected where Eliot was mentally/emotionally and how Eliot’s clothing served as small metaphors in his storyline or how Eliot wanted to be perceived by the outside world during those parts of his story (“so as the season [one] progresses and [Eliot] kind of falls into this downward drug spiral, you’ll notice that the outfits develop and change in tandem with that, which was intentional”)
He also fawns over the set designs and how “as a kid, lover-of-fantasy, walking into the show and seeing the sets for the first time was a memory I’ll never forget — walking into the physical kids cottage, the BOAT, when they built the boat? I was like, ‘are you fucking kidding me? I get a flying boat? I get a kingdom, I get a boat, I get a really cool dorm - which is better than any dorm I’ve ever seen” and “who’s got a tree growing out of their boat? I do~”
the host asked if he took anything from set (“the outfit you enjoyed the most?”) and Hale says one of his favorites he WISHES he took was the long, tan jacket that Eliot wears in Fillory in the end of season 1-beginning of season 2 (the coronation-slash-dramatically-removed-Swayze jacket LOL) but he did keep a lavender vest and a pair of pants he liked. He also said he’s keeping an eye on certain costumes (“there’s this very open, beautiful, velvet, black gown robe” and “under it is a very, very bedazzled red-and-gold schmock” from season 3 and he really wants those)
he talked about the monster for a bit but I didn’t really catch most of it but I remember him saying it felt healthy to take a break from Eliot and flex other acting muscles
the host asked about Eliot arcs and how season one had the most defined Eliot arc (in an emotional roller coaster type of way) going from being top of his game and popular at school to “falling apart” and “ready to die” and how that was such a significant range to cover for him (Hale)
they talked about musical episodes! Hale’s favorite was actually the “Taylor Swift” musical moment because it was “the weirdest and funniest and most ingenious thing because it was Quentin - who was NOT a singer - who then is belting Taylor Swift in an effort to get inside the psychic’s head [...] to simultaneously annoy and get Penny to rescue him, he puts on an impromptu ‘Shake It Off’ in the mental institution and it was just like, ‘what the fuck?’, and I love that”
then Hale talked about the Les Mis thing and how that part of Eliot’s story harkened back to the ~swashbuckling he wanted to do (“I love Princess Bride - and I’m still too shy to speak to Cary Elwes” and that he had said to the producers “I really want to swashbuckle like the Dread Pirate Roberts and Inigo Montoya at some point, can you please make that happen for me on the show before it’s over, please please please please”) and how the showrunners were like SURE BUT YOU GET TO DO IT WHILE SINGING LES MIS lol and he talked about how he wanted to do more combat scenes because he did stage combat in school
the host asked if there was cast member or character that Hale had the closest bond to and Hale said it was Summer (“like - shocker to everyone but for sure Summer”). He said they had an alchemy that he couldn’t explain, and they have an easy way of making each other laugh. He admires her spontaneity, ability to turn a phrase, etc. and called her the “secret weapon of the entire show” that no one really knew about it in the beginning (“but I knew~”). He said no shade to any other actors but she’s the “star of the show” and his king (“Summer is my king”)
Hale mentioned in the future he’d like to get back on the stage and that he has music coming out(!!!!) “on the sooner side [...] hopefully before the year is out” and the host asked what style and Hale called it “elf-rock??? Like, ambient, folk-folk pop” and that he plays jazz piano so jazz and blues inspire the music he writes. He said he’s done several live shows in LA and is hoping to do more. He says he’s very passionate about singing and song-writing :’)
Hale talked briefly about the fan works he’s seen that he’s absolutely floored by (he mentions that one artist he talks about quite a bit, the NSFW art LMAO - “if y’all like some ELIOT PORN”) - I’m writing this with no internet so I’m gonna try to put the link in here later
The host asked how Hale feels about his character envisioned by fans and he said “so good! [...] the most-the best-the best-most, just all of that” and when the fans share why the show and Eliot is important to Hale, he “sees it, hears it” and it moves him tremendously
aaaaand that was about it! If anyone wants audio (I didn’t get all of it tho!), please message me directly - no anons - and after I extract it this week, I can pass it along to you :D PLEASE do not spread this post outside Tumblr and do me a favor and keep an eye out on other sites to tell me if it is — I doubt I’d get in trouble for just summarizing the panel, but I don’t want to risk it. As for my personal stories with Hale, I’ve had a couple asks about them that I will answer sometime this week :) again, feel free to like/reblog/etc. on tumblr but don’t share the link elsewhere - thank you!!!
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it may not be a thing in current comic continuity, but it applies to my tony post-im3  (to a lesser degree) for the mcu, and i do regularly write in the extremis/civil war/director of shield era of 616, so.  let’s have a sitdown.  talk about extremis, what it is, and what tony’s version of it can do, because his is not your bog standard version.  extremis is kinda gross, so if you’re squeamish, you might not wanna go further.
now then.
WHAT IS EXTREMIS?
to put it bluntly and clumsily:  extremis is a super soldier serum.  that’s right, your favorite shellhead is, in an...oblique, roundabout way, also a super soldier, while using/under the effects of extremis.  what it does is hack the body’s repair center - in the brain, obviously - and replaces what we naturally have with the extremis version of the blueprints.  when someone who can properly use extremis is given the dose (less than 2.5% of the population has the genetic marker for extremis - anyone else exposed dies), their brain takes these blueprints and assumes the body is wrong.  essentially, to fix this, this entire body becomes effectively an open wound, and the person being given extremis becomes what’s basically a cocoon of scabs.  during this phase the body is basically broken down and rebuilt, using the extremis blueprints.  basically, in its typical form, it builds healthier, stronger bodies.  super soldiers.  
users of regular ol’ extremis have advanced healing, boosted immune systems, better organs, super speed, becoming practically indestructible through conventional methods,  being naturally bulletproof, breathing fire, and generating electricity.
it also comes with extreme aggressiveness, free of charge.  fun!
TONY’S EXTREMIS
tony’s works a little differently than above.  he trades in a lot of the super powers part of it for things that are useful for him personally, which is where shit starts to get really fucking weird.  he hacked his.  the typical incubation time in the scab cocoon is three days or so, tony brought his down to twenty four hours.
interfacing:  with extremis, tony can directly interface (yes, with his big brain) with machinery of all types.  life support systems?  better not piss him off (i’m kidding it would haunt him forever).  computers, security systems, radio bands, communication lines, cellphones, television broadcasts, satellites, and beyond are all things he can connect to directly.  he’s basically literally and figuratively directly wired into the armor and has complete control over it that way, too, with a thought, so his response times and reflexes are better and faster.  what it basically is?  a level of technomancy.  he can do all kinds of crazy shit, like give you a call without his phone, because he can both call you from and speak to you directly through his brain.  basically if it’s connected in any fashion?  if it’s in any way mechanical?  tony has access to it.  sleep tight. c:
healing factor:  one part of the original he does keep.  to be...well.  out there and kinda tinfoil hat sounding about it?  his healing factor is nuts with the extremis.  he’s immune to a lot of things now, he probably doesn’t even catch the common cold.  comics-wise he cut off part of his own foot (long story) and it regrew overnight.  he can survive a stopped heart longer than you and i could (there’s an endgame au for you right there y’all).  basically, while he’s not indestructible, he’s harder to kill than ever.  kinda like...a cockroach, i guess.
physiology:  he gets some perks here, too.  his lung capacity is now almost twice that of a normal person’s.  his brain is now set up like a harddrive, and he’s even partitioned it, with one section being overclocked.  basically, what this means is that if you’re a telepath?  can’t read his mind, it doesn’t function like a normal brain anymore.  it also means he can take in massive amounts of data at all times.  wanna catch the news?  he can do it in his head.  while piloting the iron man and controlling three other suits, making a phone call, and updating his twitter.  yeah.  motor functions are improved.  endurance is better.  he kind of needs to sleep even less.  fun for the whole family.  and now literally no one can steal his armor, because he’s connected to it on the genetic level.  creeped out yet?  oh just wait.
side effects:  because of course it doesn’t come without side effects.  he takes in a massive amount of information at all times, and he just can’t process it consciously fast enough, so most of that information is directed into kind of a...holding center, where it gets done in the background.  the problem with this is?  that holding center is in the part of the brain where we process guilt and grief.  so when his brain wants to spit out information its processed for him, he sees “ghosts”.  people who’ve died, that he feels like he’s failed on some level and thinks he could have prevented the death of.  616-wise, steve is one of his many ghosts (because steve is technically dead at that point).  he can be hacked, if you’re smart enough, and you could literally kill him with an extremis-friendly computer virus.  certain responses - irritability, paranoia, aggressiveness - are all amplified with extremis.  he gets lost in the data streams coming into his head sometimes.  
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dabidevito · 5 years
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[fic] but i don’t want you to hide
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rating: G // words: 1812
summary: Two scenes from Christmas 2022, in which Dan welcomes his mum and brother to join Phil and his family for dinner at their forever home.
a/n: a little christmas gift for the incomparable @knlalla​. to absolutely be a big fucking sap on main, i love you dearly and you make me a better person in so many ways. but this fic remains unbeta’d because i didn’t want you to have to edit your own present :$
this is the second work in my forever home ‘verse - read the first one here.
*~ one: Karen *~
He hears Colin yapping excitedly in the front garden long before his mother gets around to ringing the bell. She’s probably taking her time admiring the gigantic wreath Phil’s hung on their front door.
He hovers in the entrance to the foyer until the chime sounds, then counts to five before moving towards the door. He breathes deeply, pushing down the bundle of nerves in his sternum. When he opens the door, she’s smiling up at him, her brown curls tousled from the December wind. She’s holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and Colin’s leash in the other, and the white cashmere scarf Dan had given her for her birthday this year is peeking out of her coat.
“Daniel, Merry Christmas, darling,” she says brightly. He takes the wine from her as she unleashes Colin, placing it on the small table in the entryway. Colin jumps up at his legs relentlessly until Dan bends to pet and coo at him, rustling the tiny jingle bell tied to his collar. He quickly abandons Dan in favor of seeking out attention from the rest of the houseguests, leaving Dan alone with his mum.
She sheds her coat and various winter accessories, hanging everything neatly on the row of hooks to the left of the door. Dan always thinks that she looks exactly like she did the last time he saw her, even though that can’t possibly be true. But she’s got the same haircut and the same shade of pink lipstick and smells like the same pinewood candles she’s been burning in her house since he and Adrian were old enough to know not to touch them, so he feels like he’s justified.
She holds her arms out for him, and he folds his long body in half around her. There’s a burst of laughter from the lounge as they hug, and Dan suddenly feels very grateful that he asked her to come today. They’ve both worked hard to let go of so much of their messy past, of grudges and anger and apathy held between them, that the warmth of this moment feels like the beginnings of some sort of cosmic reward.
“I’m glad you’re here, Mum,” he says, because he’s trying to put his thoughts into words more often.
She squeezes tight around his middle before pulling back to look at him. “Me too,” she says, smiling. She presses up on her tiptoes to tidy his fringe and he ducks out of reach on instinct, the same way he’s been doing since he was a kid.
“Mum! None of that, fix your own fringe instead, you look like you took a tornado to get here instead of a train,” he teases.
“Oi, it’s Christmas, be nice to your mother,” she chides, poking a finger into his side even as she uses her other hand to smooth out her curls.
“Sorry, mum,” he says with a laugh. “C’mon into the kitchen. Kath’s already been breathing down Phil’s neck for the last hour, but he needs all the help he can get, honestly.”
She smiles and steps ahead of him, and Dan moves to follow before doubling back to grab the wine she’d brought. He hears the low murmur of chatter from the other room burst into a chorus of “Hello!” and “Merry Christmas!” as his mum makes her way in, and the joyous sound of it settles some of the nerves still fluttering in his chest.
It’s not often that him and Phil get their families together in one place, too little time and too much distance tending to squash any plans they make. It’d been Phil who’d suggested that they host a joint Christmas this year, to celebrate the new house and the bulk of the renovations being done and, by proxy, the true beginning of the next chapter of their lives. Dan had only resisted minutely before Phil had won him over, arguing that this year for the first time, they have the space and the time and the resources to make it truly wonderful.
Kath is tying up the strings of an apron around his mum when he finally shakes himself from his thoughts and rounds the corner into the kitchen. He catches the tail end of their conversation as he sets down the wine on the counter.
“ - and then, you’ll never believe this, Karen, he calls me two nights ago to ask if I really needed almonds for the pies, because he forgot them at the store.”
“ Dan forgot them,” Phil interjects, looking accusatorially over at him, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Oi,” Dan says, coming to his own defense, “ you were holding the list when we were at Sainsbury’s, I was only working under your instructions!”
“Well it’s your fault for letting me hold the list, then!” Phil argues.
“I’m inclined to agree with him there, Dan,” Karen says. Kath hums along in agreement, adding, “Husbands should never be left in charge of the list.”
“I heard that!” Nigel says from the dining table, where he’s sat hunched over the spring gardening blueprints he’d brought along.
“And you know it’s true!" Kath replies, pointing her wooden spoon at him victoriously. Nigel just waves her away with a smile, turning back to his drawings.
  *~ two: Adrian *~
They’d made an agreement, between all the siblings, really - no tweeting, no Instagram stories, no pictures that won’t be kept just for them. It’s the concession Dan had made in order to be able to convince Adrian to come to their house for the first time now since they’d moved, for the first time in years, actually. A pact formed between the two of them over a handful of texts, that they could both show up for their mum this year. It’s a bit forced and a bit cheesy but they’re both well and truly adults now, and so a temper tantrum over where they’d spend the holidays just doesn’t feel right anymore.
Dan  finds himself lingering in the foyer for the second time that day. He turns his phone end over end in his hands, trying to soothe the restless feeling in his chest. He unlocks it to reread Adrian’s text again, the one from 25 minutes ago saying that he was 20 mins away. Dan sighs and darkens the screen, resuming his pacing across the small space. He jumps when he hears the slam of a car door, followed by a low voice muttering as the sounds of the car engine fade away. He thinks he can make out the phrases so much fucking snow here and why couldn’t they have moved somewhere warm, and so Dan’s actually smiling a bit by the time the doorbell rings.   
They really do look so much alike. Dan sees it more and more the older they get, as Adrian disappears and reemerges through the second and third puberties that he himself is so familiar with.
“Hey,” Adrian says, and Dan startles at the realization of how long it’s been since he heard his brother’s voice in person. He still watches Adrian’s videos, quietly and well in the background of the rest of his life. His therapist has convinced him that it’s good for him, to watch and to hear his thoughts and opinions, even if Dan doesn’t always agree. Even if it makes him angry sometimes.
It’s a different thing to have Adrian standing in front of him on his doorstep, a single backpack slung over his shoulder and three small, neatly-wrapped packages stacked in his gloveless hands.  
“Hey,” Dan parrots back, the cold wind outside blowing some snow onto his ankles.
Adrian smiles, just a little. “You gonna let me in, or do I have to whistle for Colin to go on the attack?”
Dan rolls his eyes but steps back to let his brother through the door, taking the gifts from him while he shrugs out of his coat. "Yes, what an incredibly vicious beast you have at your disposal."
As if on cue, Colin comes barreling through the hallway and collides at full speed with Adrian's shins, sliding all along the way on the hardwood floors. Adrian laughs and picks him up, letting the dog lick across his cheeks and forehead.
"Ew, you two are gross," Dan says, putting on a face of mock disgust, as though he hadn't been lying on the floor letting Colin do the same to him not ten minutes earlier.
Adrian rolls his eyes in a perfect replica of Dan from two minutes ago, bending down to release a squirming Colin from his arms. "Uh, Merry Christmas," he says as he straightens up, nodding to the packages Dan had taken from him. "The bottom one's for you and Phil, and the other two are for Mum."
"Oh! Uh - thanks," Dan says, watching Adrian toe off his snowy boots and kick them into the closet. He flexes his fingers around the boxes he's holding, trying to unstick himself from his anxieties. Put your thoughts into words, Dan , his therapist's voice says in his head.
"Hey," he starts, shifting the presents to balance in his left hand, "it's good to see you. I'm happy you could come."
Adrian manages to only look taken aback for a moment before relaxing his face into a small smile. "Yeah. Me too, Dan."
A pause. Something slots into place in his heart, everyone he loves under the same roof, warm and happy and safe. It's right, that it should be this way.
"C'mon, I think Mum put the kettle on for you as soon as she heard the doorbell," Dan says.
The chorus of greetings starts up again as they round the corner into the kitchen together, and Dan veers off to the side to lay the presents Adrian had brought under the tree. When he turns back, his brother is already stood at the kitchen island, a cup of tea cradled in his hands and having his collar straightened by their mum. Martyn claps him on the shoulder as he moves around him to pour a cup for Cornelia, who's nodding along attentively as Adrian starts to recap his latest biking trip.
He catches Phil’s eye from across the room as he stands there taking in the scene. Phil’s leaning on his elbows on the kitchen island, a bit of flour on his jumper and a soft smile on his lips. Phil lets his gaze drift around the room with intention: to the counter cluttered with pieces of their festive feast, to their holiday decorations both old and new, to the many people now gathering around the dining table, carrying plates and silverware and bottles of toasting champagne. A deep sense of satisfaction settles over Dan as Phil’s eyes land on him once again. They did it.
(Together, the way they do everything else.)
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