#i was pretending to be Six looking for Rex and then I fucked up the line

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Text:

[Dear Thorn,

This is by far the most stupidest thing I’ve ever done but my therapist recommended it so here I am. Writing a letter to a ghost that will never read this.

The war ended. About six months ago. The Jetti finally realized Palpatine was a Sith. He almost killed Rex. He did kill me but Quinlan revived me. I wish he didn’t but He’s a good friend. Things have been…not bad. I have a place of my own now. Well, kind of. I used to live with Quin but he’s—

I fucked up. Worse than I’ve ever done. The fight wasn’t supposed to get that bad. It was fine. He stepped in though and I-I couldn’t control it. This rage. I hurt him. I almost killed Fives. Again. He’s in a coma now. They don’t know when he will wake. If he will. His brother, Echo I think his name is, sits beside him most days. He’s almost always there every time I try to visit.

I think there’s something wrong with me. I thought maybe visiting would help but it hasn’t. Thorn I don’t care. I don’t…every time I look at him, I can’t bring myself to feel guilty, for any of it. It burns in my mind. If he never survived the first time, you would be here and now he’s in a coma—it feels like it’s deserved and I can’t stop thinking about it. And I know—

You wouldn’t have wanted that and I can’t help it and I’ve tried but I don’t know what to do. I was so sure that no matter what Chancellor Palpatine put me through, he could never strip me of my humanity. And I was fine after the war. Everything was fine. But then I saw him, laughing with his vod. And you’re dead. And I didn’t care. I almost killed him, Thorn.

I kept punching him. I couldn’t stop my fists from hitting his face over and over and over again. I didn’t want them to. He was hardly recognizable, had to be put in bacta for a week, and I still don’t care.

Am I human anymore? Is this what finally made me CC-1010?

Why did you die? Why did you leave me alone? Dammit, I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this. I don’t know how to be a vod, I can barely be a man.

Thorn, I just…

Please help me.

Fox CC-1010]

CC-1010 crumbled up the paper before smoothing it back out. There’s no reason to keep it.

Thorn’s never going to read it.

What’s the use of keeping it? He crumbles it further in his hand and it feels like a sin, like a damnation that he’s not saving it but what’s the use?

No one is going to read it.

CC-1010 won’t let them. He can’t let them. They can’t know he’s … that he’s not …

He leans his head against the table. Grits his teeth. When did pretending get so hard to do?

It should be easy. He’s pretended all throughout the war to his Vod’e that he’s fine. Nothing was wrong.

Why is it so hard now?

CC-1010 turns his head. Stares at the wall.

He should not be alone, he thinks. Almost snorts. He glances to his comm. Knows Cody is the only contact he has in there besides Quin.

He wonders … CC-1010 shakes his head.

No, no. If he was in Cody’s shoes, he wouldn’t want to hear from himself.

He’ll be fine. He always is.

Eventually.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #commander fox #commander thorn #commander cody #therapy sessions with a fox #ehhh I wrote something cuz I was bored and then I changed it to fit an idea for the fic and then it got sad #and now here we are #mental instability #anger issues #Fox is unwell #arc trooper fives #mentioned

[dragon-arnault]

@ultimatebottom69

@dimitrescutie

(After days of procrastination…)

Info Dump time!

I was asked by my younger sister a question;

“Say every single one of my living OCs in RE gets into a battle Royal fight to the death-no weapons, no armor, no magic, just fighting with their own bodies, who’s the last one standing?”

Well, before I answer that question-i told her, Im going to show you something-don’t worry, it won’t take long.

(Credit goes to the official artwork)

Yeah, it comes as no surprise to those who know.

Dorothea in her human form is around 220 pounds and is tall enough to look a lot of tall people in the eye.

While dragons preferred their menacing reptilian form to strike fear into the hearts of many…. Dorothea is a little different, she prefers to kill with her human form-especially during her days as an assassin.

The average human has over 600 muscles in their body.

Dorothea has 40,000 muscles-in her hand. Which is why a motivated dragon like her can lift large airlines with one hand and shatter concrete pillars by just backhanding it-you know, the things that are meant to hold up buildings.

Dorothea is physically the strongest of my living OCs-even powerful and durable tanks like Mary are overwhelmed and overpowered by her.

Dorothea’s scales and skin, even in human form, are pretty much indestructible-with very few weapons and/or beings capable of piercing her skin, her flesh is even harder to penetrate.

@martadimitrescu Oc-named Marta Dimitrescu is an absolute force to be reckon with and is the biological eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu. She is immensely strong and is blade and bullet proof. Who can make Albert Whesker her bitch, Practice Origami on Nemesis and Nae Nae on Mr.X’s Grave.

And one of the few beings that can actually damage Dorothea without any of the required weapons to bypass her scales and flesh, granted it may take a while.

Credit where it’s due I’m not gonna pretend like Marta is gonna go out like that-Dorothea fighting Marta is like bending a thumb tack-even if you succeed it’ll cost you a finger or two. Literally.

While it’s true Dorothea has been know to overpower Marta and defeat her-you can guarantee that Marta did NOT go quietly and definitely took a chunk of flesh with her

Regardless, A Dragon when it’s instincts take over is one of the most violent things on four legs because it’s literally on sight with anything that isn’t their mate or friends. And Dorothea wasn’t any different back then. And while she’s more in control now to say that she’s in complete control is a lie.

You know something really messed up?

Rexy’s second form-called the Mortem Rex, literally means ‘Death King’ but it’s never actually killed anyone.

Dorothea however has made the census 5,000 names lighter each year back in her assassination days.

All that I didn’t even touch on her true form-her dragon form-which is much stronger.

With claws that can grow to six feet long by the way. And for reference-I’m a grown man, (22) and I’m only six feet when I’m lying or on Instagram.

So, in short-in a battle Royal with every one of my Living RE OCs?

Respectfully Dorothea is basically an incel.

Nobody is fucking with her.

#dorothea #dragon oc #dragon #re8

[itsclydebitches]

I'm sorry, but as someone who can't stand how Yang acted for 80% of Atlas, saying "her feeling like she had to help raise Ruby is demeaning and unempathetic to Tai" is a HORRIBLE take. If Yang held it against Tai that'd be one thing, but she doesn't, least not as far as we've seen.

And "she decided he's an unfit parent"? That's literally just headcanon. Where is this stated or supported in any way? Literally everything, from the show to the comics to the manga, shows she absolutely values her father and his guidance. Her providing similar guidance to Ruby at some point doesn't change that, she's stated to be Ruby's mother figure, a woman in her life she could seek advice on in regards to things as well.

Like anon I get you're frustrated by how empathy and morality are handled in this show, I am too, but this just ain't it.

I have simillar feelings on the Weiss scene too but that's another story, you already kind of covered it.

Agreed, though I don't want to rag on the other anon. As said, I can very easily see how someone would come to that conclusion, especially given how often we discuss parts of the show without actually re-watching those scenes, leading to iffy interpretations down the line. A fandom pretty heavily focused on a "Tai is a bad dad" reading + Yang's unfair criticisms of others from Volumes 5-8 (notably her most recent characterization. The one fresh in everyone's mind) = an easy opportunity to mistakenly slam the two together. It happens. That's why I try, whenever possible, to re-watch moments, or at the very least re-read transcripts. I'm well aware of how easy it is to get sucked into how the fandom discusses scenes and take that interpretation at face value, when in fact what's canonical has gotten pretty warped across, in this case, six years of content and discussions.

But let's talk about Weiss a bit more! I think it's worth re-emphasizing that, yes, I'm well aware that she was the victim of that dinner party. My own criticism lies less in that specific moment and more the conceptualizing of our heroes as a whole, which leads to some missed opportunities in that moment, some quite important. For example, most classically heroic characters would be horrified at nearly hurting/killing someone, regardless of whether that was intentional or not. That's a crucial part of what makes them heroic: cherishing life and shouldering responsibility for others' safety, even when it's clear from the audience's more objective perspective that they weren't at fault. There's a happy middle ground here between acknowledging Weiss' horrific panic attack and acknowledging Weiss' responsibility moving forward to ensure that her trauma doesn't endanger others—given that her trauma is drawing on literal, combat techniques—highlighting her desire to do right by the people of Remnant, even when they're snobbish, rich assholes. Any reading that boils things down simply to "Weiss is the only victim in this situation and besides, why do we care if a racist Atlesian bites the dust 😒?" is a small representation of the much larger writing problems of Volumes 7 and 8: acting like Mantle is full of only good victims, Atlas only evil perpetrators, and a defense of the latter isn't worth anyone's time—certainly not the heroes who never, ever make mistakes with massive consequences. Weiss' near attack also carries with it the beginnings of a lot of themes that RWBY never capitalized on, but pretended were an important part of the story by the end of that Atlas arc, like Ironwood's supposed propaganda, or Whitley's question of whether power should be solely in the hands of a few, individual huntsmen. Weiss' situation might have been reframed into something that looks intentional: Here's not just a girl, but a Schnee girl, attacking a poor, defenseless civilian with her scary powers. Are we really going to leave the safety of our kingdom—the world—in the hands of people like her? You should be backing the army, people who have your real interests in mind, led by the man who saved that woman's life—General Ironwood! And the audience would rightly be going, Hey now wait a fucking minute. That's not what happened! It was an accident born of trauma and abuse. How can you manipulate the people into thinking otherwise? Into thinking Weiss is the enemy here? Like, if you're going to write Ironwood/Atlas as the awful, propaganda spewing antagonists... actually write that story.

So the party scene could have been the launching point for a lot of important work, both in terms of Weiss' characterization (a hero learning to balance flaws with her people's safety; taking responsibility for her mistakes, no matter the initial intention) and the world building (what does it mean for a Schnee to (mistakenly) attack a civilian when tensions are this high and faith in huntsmen is beginning to fail?) But for the purposes of what we actually got, that lack of reflection on Weiss' part, as said, reads badly when pit against her actions in Volumes 6-8. Because my brain is super focused on Star Wars atm, I think Anakin is a decent comparison to all this. Meaning, we know where he ends up—super scary Sith Lord who is going to do All The Bad Things Ever—and that will, naturally, color our reading of everything that happens in prequal material. When Anakin gets pissed and cuts the limbs off a Separatist, it produces a "Yikes" reaction in the audience because we know that anger, grief, frustration, and fear are going to lead him down an awful path. In contrast, when Obi-Wan is challenged about his no killing unarmed men policy and cheekily looks to Rex to kill him instead, we don't really go "Yikes" because we know Obi-Wan remains true to the Light for his entire run. All their actions have the primary reading of "They were justified that time/they made a mistake/they're allowed to be human/etc." But only Anakin has the secondary reading of, "That action is REALLY BAD—more bad than Obi-Wan's—because we know where it leads. It reads as setup for his inevitable fall." That's basically where the RWBY group is at the moment, provided you're unhappy with their lack of empathy in the later volumes. If the group had remained more compassionate then yeah, we'd continue to shrug off past moments that sorta imply otherwise because we know that's not who they really are. Weiss never grappled with nearly hurting someone only because, hell, RWBY doesn't let her grapple with anything! She didn't even get to respond to getting speared through the gut. But knowing where they end up—knowing that Weiss will be party to Ozpin's treatment, will help betray Ironwood, will accuse Marrow of abandoning her city only to do nothing for it in turn, will threaten her brother, will give the wish to destroy her entire kingdom and displace all its people, etc.—creates that "Yikes" response whenever we see something earlier that even somewhat aligns with her current characterization. It doesn't erase the 100% correct reading that Weiss was the victim and made a totally unintentional mistake in that moment. It doesn't erase the knowledge that RWBY rarely capitalizes on the implications of scenes like this anyway. It only adds another reading in the form of, "Well, knowing where she ends up... I can kinda see that future version in her here too."

#rwby #mymetas

[stellar-lune]

*KOTLC incorrect quotes*

Anyways, a long list of incorrect KOTLC quotes, feel free to use these for anything if ya want!

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Glimmer: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

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Fitz: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Fitz: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Keefe, holding up his class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Marella, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

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Sophie: I wasn't hurt that badly. Elwin said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

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Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Marella: I choose to waive that right!

Marella: *screaming*

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Brant (whoops sorry bout this one): Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Sophie: I would never say that my best friend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s not true… Biana is a bitch and I like her very much!

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Lex, Bex, Rex: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Keefe on Tuesday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Keefe on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

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Forkman, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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Keefe, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Keefe, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Keefe: Somebody moved my E.L. Fudges, and now I am going to run away again.

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Tam: Your existence is confusing.

Keefe: How so?

Tam: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Sophie: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

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Linh: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

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Dex: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Sophie: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Sophie, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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Dex, to Stina: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Sophie: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

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Dex: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one, Wonderboy.

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Marella: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Fitz: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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*out grocery shopping*

Linh: *takes a free sample twice*

Linh: Robbery and fraud. I am a Rebel (TM) .

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Sophie: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Sophie: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Sophie: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Tam: No returns.

Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

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Dex: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Dex: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Dex: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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Tam: Hey, what’s the name of the other guy who lives with Tiergan?

Linh: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Tam: That's not what I asked.

Linh: That is all the information I have.

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Keefe: Ro, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Ro: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

(alternatively, Alden)

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Linh: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Tam, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Marella: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Marella: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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Biana: I'm gonna get my piolet's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Fitz: The big five licenses?

Biana: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

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Dex: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Fitz: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Biana, do you think I have anger issues?

Biana: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Keefe: So how’s the food Sophie made?

Fitz: It's great! Compliments to her.

Keefe: *goes to the kitchen*

Keefe: You're adorable.

Sophie: *blushes*

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Biana: And now for a gay update with Linh and Marella.

Marella: Getting gayer.

Biana: Thank you, Marella.

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Sophie: Hey, do you know the password to Keefe’s computer?

Biana: I love you, Sophie.

Sophie: Aww, that’s so swe—

Biana: No, you misunderstood, the password is "iloveyouSophie".

Sophie: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Fitz: Hey, Biana, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Biana: Yeah.

Fitz: And you, Tam?

Tam: Umm... yes?

Fitz: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Biana: Did he just-

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Sophie: Do you cook?

Biana: I made a cake once.

Fitz: Yeah, it was good.

Biana: Really?

Fitz: Don’t make me lie twice, Biana.

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Dex: Nice rock.

Keefe: Thanks, Tam gave it to me.

Tam: I threw it at you!

Keefe: Isn’t he the sweetest?

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Juline: I just had a long talk with the triplets about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Sophie: I made you all playlists!

Sophie: Tam, yours has only heavy metal and punk, and is dark like your soul.

Sophie: Keefe, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Sophie: And Biana has the ABBA Gold album.

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Fitz: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Biana: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Dex: A realist sees a freight train.

Tam: The train driver sees three idiots standing on train tracks.

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Mr. Forkle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Biana, Keefe, & Sophie: Okay.

Mr. Forkle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Biana: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Keefe: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Sophie: Bold of you to assume I can die.

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Sophie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Keefe: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Dex: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Marella: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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Biana: What’s it like being tall?

Marella: Is it nice?

Sophie: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Fitz: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Stina: You have friends and I envy that.

Marella: You're welcome to share my friends.

Stina: *looks at Dex and Sophie*

Stina: I don't want those.

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Della: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Fitz: I can't believe you made a whole day dedicated to Alvar.

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Linh: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Tam: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Linh: Th-that's not how that works-

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Marella: Do you want to know your gay name?

Linh: My... my gay name?

Marella: Yeah, it's your first name-

Linh: Haha. Very funny Marella-

Marella: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Linh: Oh- oh my god.

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Glimmer: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

The Black Swan: Those are wanted posters!

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Biana: Are you mad?

Tam: No.

Biana: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Keefe: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Biana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Biana: *on the phone* Hey Fitz, do you know my blood type?

Fitz: Of course, it's A+.

Biana: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

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Fitz, to Sophie: Are you ready to commit?

Sophie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Literally Anyone: Hey, aren’t you Sophie Foster?

Sophie: You a Councillor?

Literally Anyone: No.

Sophie: Then yes, I am.

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Sophie: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.

Stina:

Sophie: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Stina: I’m gay—

Sophie: Not what I meant, but cool.

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Keefe: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Sophie: No, I said "Keefe, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

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Mr. Forkle: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Sophie: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

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Juline: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Marella: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Marella: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

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Biana: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

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Dex: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Fitz: Sure!

Fitz: Whats your favorite color?

Dex, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

#kotlc shitpost #kotlc incorrect quotes #kotlc memes #kotlc sophie #kotlc dex #kotlc fitz #kotlc marella #kotlc linh #kotlc biana #kotlc tam #kotlc glimmer #kotlc black swan #kotlc neverseen

[unkownknowledge]

Genshin OC: Spritefather

(A/N: I'm not used to character descriptions, I'm more used to story writing. So sorry if this isn't good. Also note that this character's history with Baal is a lot darker than originally planned)

Spritefather is an ancient immortal of unknown origin, he's rarely seen by mortal eyes but he is referenced in much of teyvat's legends. His legend depends on the region: in mondstadt he is the father of Barbados, who raised him to follow the path of freedom. In Liyue he helped Rex Lapis connect with mortals by showing him the many artist and singers of the land. In Inazuma he was the husband of Baal before they came to blows when she began the vision hunt. And in Schneznaya he's known as the man who told the Tsarista "fuck off pretender, I'm making cheese" when she ordered he move his camp to make way for a fatui building.

Personally

"Humans are so nice to look at, but Interaction is a bit of a chore."

-Spritefather

Spritefather is a very calm and kind man, as evidenced by his adopting of orphaned sprites and his ability to not lose it at over 30 children. He often wanders around the wilds of Teyvat to admire the beauty of the land and is often accompanied by seven of his children, each a different elemental sprite.

As mondstadt's legend's state, he loves freedom. To him freedom is the natural state of all things, and since he loves nature he loves freedom as well.

To him humans are difficult to understand, and their customs and behaviors are tiring to perform. However he finds Sprites to be more "simple". Their language is clear to him, and their customs and behaviors are casual and easy.

While he prefers to be around sprites and animals, he does love humans as well. He think the art they paint, the stories they write, and the songs they sing are all gifts to the world. Even if a painting envokes no emotion, a story has terrible writing, or a song makes your ears hurt, he will love it and the human who made it. Because to him creativity is the ultimate freedom, and as such is the ultimate beauty.

He is not above hate however. For instance the Tsarista hates his eldest son, so he hates her. However he also does not like to fight, so when he hates someone enough to act against them he will instead prank them and cause them misfortune. This is what lead to him calling the Tsarista a "pretender", because it upsets her, and getting in her way when she made the fatui headquarters.

He is, however, capable of fighting. He is an immortal after all, so it would only make sense he would be capable of defending himself.

History with Barbados

According to mondstadt legend, Barbados almost died in Decrabain's storms before he ascended to godhood. And it was only because of the Spritefather that he lived.

While the legend isn't entirely incorrect, it is plagued with inaccuracies thanks to the people of mondstadt not knowing of Barbados' origin as a sprite.

Long before Barbados met his friend Himmel, the Sprite struggled to persist in the cold storms that surrounded mondstadt. One day he almost faded away, thanks to an avalanche trapping him inside a cave in what is now Dragonspine. Luckily for him, Spritefather was in that cave as well. Though at the time he was simply known as the "husband of eternity", as he was the electro archon's husband. He saw Barbados was starving and freezing, do he picked up the little Sprite and hugged him close to his chest, using his power to transfer all his heat to the sprite. He didn't have much food, but he gave all of it to Barbados in order to keep them alive until the snow cleared away. In the six months they spent in their he told Barbados of the world outside of the storm, how even in war it was filled with beauty, of the many wonderous people he had met on his travels, and of his beloved homeland of Inazuma.

When the snow cleared long enough for the avalanche to clear away, both left, and while Barbados wanted to join the Spritefather the man insisted that Barbados journey his homeland and find people that could make this land worth living in.

Despite his insistence that he would not return, Spritefather continued to return to Barbados and help him live through the storm. Even meeting the bard Barbados became friends with, and comforted him when the bard passed away.

And while the legends say Spritefather taught Barbados to love freedom, he only taught Barbados the philosophy of freedom. And Spritefather, who usually dislikes unnecessary violence, wishes to smack whoever gives him credit for teaching Barbados to love freedom, because it further erases his child's friend from history.

History with Baal

(Note: this might change depending on lore for Baal as it expands)

Long ago, before they ascended to godhood, Baal met Spritefather. At the time he was not known as anything, as he was but an immortal who had nothing to his name. He would observe humans, but noone ever saw him, in fact it seemed that he was invisible to all but Baal.

They continued to meet many more times, each time growing closer and closer. Spritefather telling her of the great history of the world and it's people, and Baal telling him about her day. While to many this would seem an unfair exchange, to Spritefather her days as a mortal was the most amazing stories in all of Teyvat.

When she ascended to godhood Baal used he powers to make Spritefather visible to humanity, so that he may live with them and they may live with him. It was this act that lead to him proposing to her.

After his travels around Teyvat were done, and because of his encounter with Barbados, Spritefather brought up the idea of children to Baal, an idea she equally loved. And so they began to create many electrosprites, and any orphaned sprites they could find immediately became a part of their family, for many centuries the land of Inazuma was also known as the land of Sprites because of how many would fly around the land.

With such a loving relationship, one must wonder what led to them coming to blows.

Fall of Baal

(Tw: this bit includes abuse. Not detailed, but made crystal clear)

Spritefather was appalled when Baal declared the Vision hunts. She claimed that Visions are divine power, and as such belong to the divine alone. But the Spritefather saw it as egotism and denying mortals the rewards they worked so hard to gain.

Tensions rose quickly in their relationship, Baal became more and more frustrated at her husband's opposition to her plans, and how even her children became afraid of her after she began the Vision hunts. Eventually this lead to her most horrific act: abusing Spritefather. She claimed that it was "teaching him to love her" and she was "trying to bring him back to his senses", but his scars made it abundantly clear to everyone who saw him.

While many claim he came to blows with Baal, such an event never happened. What happened instead was Baal almost beat him to death, with a gift he gave to her no less. But the Sprites saved him. All the Sprites in the land of Inazuma came together and, with the combined elemental might of million Sprites, blasted Baal away from their Father and flew him to safety.

Sadly, however, this release of elemental energy did not leave many of the sprites alive. In fact, now only seven of them live. One of each element.

History with the Tsarista

Because she hates his son, Spritefather hates her. In fact many of the bard Venti's tales of Barbados troubling the cryo archon is based off of Spritefather pranking the Tsarista or otherwise being a nuisance. One of the best ones according to him is when he had a bug camp built in the place where Tsarista wantsd to build the fatui headquarters. While she could have killed anyone else, Spritefather is, well, immortal, so that was out. In fact he's the only person who has gotten the Tsarista to give up.

History with Rex Lapis

After a few centuries of being a God, Rex Lapis began to become apathetic to mortals, something Barbados mentioned to his father over wine.

Because of his love for mortals, and having seen the effects of an archon becoming apathetic to their people twice now, Spritefather decided to pay Rex Lapis a visit.

Yo keep him in touch with his people, Spritefather had Rex Lapis take the form of a human and then dragged him from his home in the heavens down to earth by the ear. When they arrived in Liyue he had Rex Lapis see the many arts of Liyue: the dancers, the singers, the poets, they painters, and even the cooks of Liyue. Over the course of a year he showed Rex Lapis the greatness of humanity, and renewed the god's interest in his people.

Description

Spritefather wears a cloak that is similar to a Sprite's body, however it is colored with the seven different colors of the elements. Under his cloak he wears a simple black leather outfit on his whole body. His eyes glow yellow causing them to appear as yellow dots beneath his cloak, and when his hair is visible it is short and brown.

The most notable part of his appearance below his cloak his the electro scar covering his whole neck, and below his whole outfit is almost his entire body covered in electrical burns and electro scars.

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This was my first attempt at writing an oc page. This oc came to be thanks to @genshin-scenarios take over event.

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos(incase you forgot, you asked me to tag you in my genshin writings), @storytravelled)

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin oc #tw: domestic abuse #tw: abuse

[malereader-inserts]

How Do You Know?

Fandom: Criminal Mind Pairing: Bau Team & Male!Reader Summary: It turns out your team doesn’t know much about you, it’s okay, you understand the life of a profiler. Word Count: 1,275

“I don’t think I have ever seen (Y/n) late.”

Prentiss had started a conversation about you, things she had never seen happen to you. She was convinced that you weren’t human, you were too perfect, no flaws to pick out. Then, everyone in the team decided to put their two cents in.

“Once,” Garcia said, “But barely late, it was ten minutes late and he was holding a coffee in hand. But, I don’t think I have ever seen him drunk.”

“I have,” Hotch came down to the bullpen to see why his team decided to talk about on their lunch break, “I was unaware what the reason why he was drinking but I ran into him at the bar. You wouldn’t realise he was drunk until you squint at him.”

“Would love to see him drunk,” Morgan chortle, patting Reid’s back, “Shame he never comes out on Team night.”

“I’d say he’s done good on skipping them out,” Rossi replied back, rubbing his temple before looking around the circle of the team, “Speaking of (Y/n), where is he now? I haven’t seen him all day.”

“He’s ill,” Hotch announced, cross his arms over his chest, “He called in at six, hacking his lungs out.”

“I don’t think he’s ever missed out work,” JJ realised, standing straight, “In the years we’ve known him, I’ve never seen him ill and if has been ill - he’s done a well-done job in concealing it.”

“There’s a lot of things we don’t know about him,” Morgan reconsidered, looking at boy genius, “Like, his he a dog person or a cat person? I’ve seen both hairs on his clothing.”

“Well, I’m going to check up on him after work, you’re welcome to join,” Aaron had suggested as the team looked at each other.

Garcia clapping her hands, “I can buy him cookies, that will make him happy right?” She looks at the team, looking if they know you like cookies, but JJ shrugged her shoulders - Garcia's nice gesture falls flat on her face.

You hated being sick.

But, then again, you have never been this ill before. You’ve been moderately ill. A common cold here and there, nothing you couldn’t hide. But, you woke up at five in the morning, with the bed drenched in sweat, your chest tighten as your lungs rather be out of your body as your throat hacks out coughs. 

You somehow managed to get soup down you, with warm tea and, here and there with water. You’ve bundled yourself on the sofa of your living room, blankly watching Netflix whilst your dog lie upon your legs whilst your cat purr from her seat upon the coffee table - you have no energy to tell her off. 

You had to do something productive whilst you were ill. Turning off your television and putting your old record player on with the volume on soft, you move to the corner of your living room where your long window sits. Commonly known as your art corner, with pretty canvas on display to dry. You sit down on the floor, a smaller think blanket draped over your shoulders as you prepare your medium canvas. The acrylics you wanted to use, you started to sketch out what you wanted to paint.

You cat resting next to your art window, lying on the sill, pretending not to care about you but enjoying the warm sun against its fur. Your dog sitting underneath the low sill, wanting to be by the side of his best friend the cat and you. Sure, your insides were killing you from within but with the old record player playing music in the background with the warm spring sun beaming through the window of your apartment - you forgot your body was currently withering in.

A third into your painting, your hands to your wrist splattered with the odd colour of paint upon your skin, you hear a knock on your door. You ever content in sitting in your comfy corner to paint, with the reluctant trips to the bathroom to throw up or pee and an every-so-often visit to the kitchen for things that might stay down you.

You get up at the knocking on the door persisted, wrapping the blanket you had dropped in the middle of the living room around your shoulder as you slowly make your way down to the door. The knocking had stopped when you had turned the lock before opening the door.

“You look shit,” Morgan had blurted out upon sight before getting promptly smacked by Garcia with a disapproval look from Hotch.

“Oh,” You responded dully, “I’m aware.”

Your dog wiggles his face between the doorway and your leg, the big dog carrying the cat on it’s back, wondering who was greeting their beloved owner.

“You have pets?!” Emily exclaimed, promptly kneeling down to stroke both your pets.

“Um, yeah, little miss princess here is Mochi and her best friend, Rex,” you introduced before coving your mouth to hack out a violent cough. You smack your head against the door, then leant against it with a small groan escape your mouth.

“You relax,” Hotch giving you a look, dad mode instantly activating, “I’m sure you won’t mind the company for a few hours?”

“By all means, sure,” You open the door wider as your dog and cat run away into their home. You trudge your way back into the living room.

“Eaten?” JJ asked, her motherly instinct wanting to swarm you down, even more, when you shrug your shoulders pathetically.

“Barely,” You responded, “Doesn’t want to stay down really.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” JJ claps her hands, “I have a recipe for you, I make it for Henry and Will when they’re sick and it’s perfect for everyone else. Spence, Penny come help.”

Spence pats your head tenderly before following JJ into the kitchen, your lips twitch upwards, a soft smile drawing on your face as Morgan sits himself down on the sofa, playing with Rex as Emily took claim with your cat Mochi. You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll make you tea, sit down before you fall,” Hotch warns as you turn to look at Rossi, waiting for his comment.

“You paint?” He finally asked as you tilt your head in confusion, “Well, judging from your painted hands and the corner of art.” 

“Oh,” You let out with a sullen nod, “It’s a passion of mine.”

“How come you never said anything?” Rossi questioned as you knitted your eyebrows at him.

“Because profilers like to think they know everything about you until they realise they don’t,” You flat out exposed them, Hotch entering with steaming tea, “I know you guys quite well because I ask questions and pay attention to the smallest details. If you just focus on the smaller things you barely see the bigger picture. If you don’t ask, you don’t get to know. Like, would you have asked what sport I played in high school?”

“Football,” Morgan instinctively answered, you scoffed.

“Baseball and on the swimming team,” You correctly as a few eyebrows were raised, sitting down in your armchair, “I’m not mad, I know what you guys are like.”

“Huh?” Emily asked, narrowing her eyes, “What are we?”

“Bunch of fucking idiots.”

There was silence before the room erupted into laughter and chuckles, you lean your head back, relaxing in their comforting presence, despite being ill you had momentarily forgotten about it.

“Twenty questions anyone?” Hotch asked as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head but there was a fond smile on your face.

Ill or not, your team was always there to brighten your day.

#BAU Team #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x male reader #x male reader #bau team x male reader #bau team imagine

[cami-chats]

A Professional Woman

Fandom: Jurassic World, Marvel

Pairing: Claire Dearing/Tony Stark

Warnings: Injuries in keeping with Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Read on AO3 or below

Tony was signing through the pile of paperwork that was on his desk when Mrs. Arbogast buzzed him. He clicked at the intercom. "Yes?"

"Miss Claire Dearing is requesting to see you," she said.

He'd thought that she was going to be at work all day today-- and tomorrow too, for that matter. It's not as though they were living together, so he well and truly had not expected to see her for a couple more days. A phone call, maybe. An in-person visit? He hadn't dared hope. "Send her in."

"Yes, sir," she said.

Tony took his hand off the button and checked his appearance in the mirror. His jawline wasn't as smooth as he liked for it to be, but it was late in the afternoon so there was nothing to be done about that. A moment later, his door opened and he quickly tore his eyes away. Claire was, as expected, as beautiful as ever. She never had a hair out of place.

"Claire," Tony said, smiling. He got to his feet and walked around his desk. There was no point in sitting behind it like this was a meeting, after all. "This is a pleasant surprise." He took a quick glance at her outfit; it was professional, but not a suit like she used to wear when she was running the park every day. "I take it you're here on business?"

"Just came back from business, actually. Didn't have the time to change, but I wanted to tell you in person."

"Uh-oh," Tony said jokingly.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Leaving?" Tony repeated, smile sliding away. "I thought your work was stationary to New York, now."

"It was when I was just making phonecalls."

"What changed?"

Claire's jaw went a little tight. "The hearing was today."

The hearing that she'd been waiting for ever since Isla Nublar's volcano went active. It had pushed her schedule from busy to insane because she was on a crunch now, where before, she'd had time to get all her ducks in a row, as it were. She'd been talking about it for weeks, about how this hearing could be the final judgment for what happened to the dinosaurs. "I thought that was the twentieth," Tony said, stomach sinking. He knew how important it was for her, and he'd had it in mind to make the time to be there for her.

"Today's the twentieth."

"Fuck," he breathed, rubbing at his eyes. "Sorry. How'd it go?"

"They decided not to intervene."

"I'm so sorry."

Claire shook her head. "The US government won't intervene, but there's another offer on the table. I'm getting on a plane tomorrow morning to help them track down as many of the animals as they can. Once they have them onboard, they are going to transfer them to a secure location."

"You're- I think I misheard something because it sounds like you're talking about illegal animal trafficking here."

"If there are no laws to protect them, then there is likewise no law in place to make it illegal to take them off the island."

"I wouldn't take that bet if I were you," Tony said, worried. He knew that Claire could handle herself, but she had a bit of a blind spot when it came to the dinosaurs; she felt responsible for them and for everything that had happened to them since the Indominus Rex had broken out. "And that's not what I mean. Selling them is going to-"

"Oh no, we're not selling them," she said quickly. She laughed, relieved. The stress that had been building up in her shoulders was gone, leaving her as relaxed as she'd been when she walked into his office. "No, they'll be brought to a privately owned island so they can continue living without human interaction. No visitors, no interference."

"When I offered you that, you told me to keep my nose out of it," Tony reminded her.

"I wanted to do this right, not ask my boyfriend to fix everything for me." She walked closer and gave him a quick peck on the cheek to soften any insult he might have taken from that. He put an arm around her waist to keep her close, so she put an arm around his shoulders as she continued to talk. "This is a legitimate offer from people involved in the Jurassic Project. I only came by to tell you that I'm going to be leaving tomorrow, and I'll be out of contact until I get back to the States."

Tony wanted to argue. He wanted to push for more information about these people so that he could vet them and make sure they were up to snuff, but her business was her business and she'd made it clear how she felt about him interfering. "Do you know when you'll get back?"

"The island's about to blow. Can't be more than two days, but I imagine it's only going to be one. We leave early in the morning tomorrow, and we should be leaving before tomorrow night. Day after, I could stop by, if you won't be too busy."

"I can honestly say that I don't know my plans. We could plan on you coming to my place for dinner?"

"I look forward to it," Claire said.

When Tony leaned in for a kiss, she met him. "I'm guessing you're going to be busy tonight?"

"I should go to bed early, and I do still need to pack a bag, but I could spare an hour or two." She cocked her head slightly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing exciting. Pasta, maybe a movie in so we can be as dressed down as we like," he said with a smirk. "Does that sound at all appealing?"

"Extremely." She kissed him again. "For now, I will leave you to your work. See you at... seven?" she guessed. 

"Six thirty. I should be back by then, and if not, Jarvis will let you in."

"Or one of your other roommates," Claire said, ready-- as always-- to remind him of the fact that he lived with the other Avengers.

"Jarvis gets upset when they don't let him answer the door."

"I won't pretend to understand that."

Tony shrugged. "He's an old-school butler; he doesn't like other people doing his job. I'll see you tonight."

Since they were standing so close already, Claire gave him a hug and bid him farewell before leaving.

*

It was long past the time that Claire said to expect her back. Normally, Tony wouldn't be too bothered by that, since it had been someone else's schedule and she'd been guessing. However, he checked the news and saw that the volcano had erupted. There was no (reasonable) chance that she had been on the island when it happened, so she had to be back on continent. He called her phone and got no answer.

He gave it until she was officially late for their date to take action, which he thought was admirable restraint on his part. Tony did a little checking and was able to find out who she had been working for when she got on that plane. He did some digging and did not like what he found.

He rushed to go put on the suit. He'd be able to fly to the Lockwood Estate faster in the Iron Man suit than if he took the quinjet or went by car, even though he knew that Jim hated when he did this. Most of the time, Tony was understanding. Today did not count as 'most of the time'.

"Tony?"

"I'm busy right now, Jan."

"I can see that," she said mildly. "Do you need backup?"

"Unknown, but it's not Avengers business."

"Would you like backup?" Jan asked.

He glanced at her and saw that she was already suited up. "I don't know if it's anything, but if it is something, Claire's likely in danger."

"Claire... that's your new girlfriend, right? The one you don't want to meet us?"

"That's the one." Although ‘new’ wasn’t necessarily accurate to describe their dating status. They’d been together for a while. Granted a lot of that time had been long distance, so maybe that’s why Jan thought of her as being new. 

"She's the dinosaur lady, isn't she?" Jan asked, interest piquing significantly.

"Yes, and that's why I don't want you to meet." 

"Aw, c'mon, what's the worst that could happen?"

"I'd rather not guess. She might be kidnapped right now." At least, he was hoping she was kidnapped, because the other option was dead and the evidence would be buried under a volcanic eruption. "And if my suspicions are correct, it's tied up in animal trafficking."

"I think you mean dinosaur trafficking."

Tony shot her a flat look, and she tried, unsuccessfully, to smother her laughter.

"Sorry. So what's the four-one-one?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

"You got it," she said, giving him a mocking salute. Normally, she only did that to Cap, but Tony guessed it was fitting right now.

*

"So I know you said not to do you any favors," Tony said, closing the hospital door, "but I think this time should count as an exception."

Claire gave him a faint smile. It was hard to say if she was just tired, or if it was an effect from the oxygen mask she currently had on. It was only a faint stream to help with the smoke inhalation, so she moved it off to say, "I think I'll forgive you this time, because of the extenuating circumstances. And thanks. For saving us." Her and her team, she meant. They were next door and down the hall; Tony was going to check on them next. "What did you do with the dinosaurs?"

"I'm surprised that you waited a whole five seconds to ask about them," Tony teased. "They're on one of my islands. When you’re feeling up to it, I wanted to talk to you or someone in your office about the climate. I took my best guess at which one was the best fit, but I'd feel better if I had an expert's opinion." He knew pretty much nothing about animals, but they'd been dating long enough that he knew to actually care about climate.

"I'll see who's available," she assured him.

"Thanks." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm going to go check on the others, and then I'll come back. Do you need me to get you anything?"

She shook her head. "You've done more than enough."

"I'm glad you think so, but that's not what I asked."

Claire chuckled. "I would really love a soda, if you can find one."

"Diet Coke?" he checked, and she nodded. "You got it, sweetheart."

"Thanks," she said. Tony left, and she moved the oxygen mask back on. The nurse had told her that it would be off by tonight, and she was looking forward to it. Moving it off anytime she wanted to talk was annoying. 

*

"Does Claire remind anyone else of Pepper?" Hank asked.

"Yes, but we all had the good sense not to say it aloud," Jan said without looking up from her sketchbook.

Steve, sitting next to her also drawing in his sketchbook, nodded. "They're both very professional women. It seems to be Tony's preference in partner."

"And it always has been," Jan added. "Trust me, Tony likes people who are competent. That being said, I suggest you not make that comparison to his face. Things are still... delicate, between him and Happy. And while we’re at it, don’t mention him meddling in Claire’s business. We’re not supposed to do that." 

“Yes, dear,” Hank said. 

#jurassic world #marvel #fanfic #tony stark #claire dearing #my writing #old school tony babeeey

[svtskneecaps]

in the rain

Yoon Jeonghan x (gender neutral) reader

Words: 3k

nothing says summer like spending hours upon hours in a car together. at least nothing’s boring with jeonghan

day 6 of a tct summer collection

(my masterlist)

There’s something about road trips, intoxicating and refreshing and energizing and addicting. There’s something about the ideal of cruising down the highway as the scenery flashes past quicker than you can see, rolling over the hills and saying hello to the horizon at the peaks.

And so what if the RV is old and can’t quite hold at 65 mph on any incline above 20 degrees, and so what if there are two beds and an air mattress for the five of you to split, and so what if Jeonghan blew half his meal budget on cheez its and peanut butter and Mingyu bought more noodles and meat and ingredients than you can fit in the cabinets for meals you probably can’t make on the RV stove, and Minghao brought wine and ritz crackers and Chan showed up with eight pounds of candy and about as much instant ramen, and so what if you almost ran out of gas in the dead space between towns and every time you turn things fall off shelves and counters and leave those in the back scrambling to make sure nothing breaks? Road trips are about the adventure (“Shut up, Jeonghan, they are!”) and a trip without complications is just driving next to cows, and what’s so special about that?

Jeonghan’s limbs had reportedly started to atrophy behind the wheel (“I’m petrifying into a tree, we have to switch out!”), so he’d pulled into a rest stop to allow time for everyone to stretch their legs in a way that wasn’t probably illegal. This particular rest stop, you notice, has several dinosaur statues lined up by the picnic tables, and there’s only one other group there, a rowdy family ferrying food to and from a camper parked nearby.

The younger three, naturally, gravitate directly for the dinosaurs, yelling, “Chan, it’s Chan!” (with the exception of Chan himself, who seemed split between joining the joke or pretending he didn’t know them). Mingyu swings himself onto the tallest of the brontosauri with infuriating ease.

“It’s not fair,” you complain, struggling to climb on while using the baby stegosaurus statue as a step. “He should be struggling the most! He doesn’t know how to use those limbs!”

Mingyu sticks his tongue out at you, scooting away. “Yes I do!”

“He’d make a good gas station balloon,” Minghao notes, a slight smirk on his face. Mingyu flips around to make a face at him too, but Minghao just raises the camera hanging around his neck and snaps a picture, his smile only growing.

Jeonghan eventually steps in and supports your foot so you can crawl onto the dinosaur’s back. By the time you pull him up behind you, the other three have finished with the brontosaurus and wandered over to the T-Rex.

“I can’t believe it, he’s not even going to take a picture.” You click your tongue. “What do we keep that kid around for?”

“Wine, mostly,” Jeonghan says.

You sigh. “He does have pretty good taste.” You take out your phone. “Well, who needs him anyway?”

It takes a little bit of maneuvering to get the dinosaur’s face in with both of yours. The sculptor made the dino’s face just a touch too tall for an easy photo op, but you manage. Jeonghan’s breath is hot on your neck as he presses against you, and you pretend it isn’t making your hair stand up.

And then the picture is taken and he slides off the side of the dinosaur, heading over to the T-Rex.

You stay on the brontosaurus for a moment, watching him laugh at Mingyu trying to lift Chan onto the dinosaur’s shoulders (his whole face lights up and his head goes back; he never laughs long but you can’t look away).

Then you go inside.

He comes up next to you while you’re watching the screen with the weather forecast, tracking the green blob of the storm swirling over the roads.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

“We’re gonna be driving into it,” you say, surveying it. “From what I can tell, it’s just rain, so we should be fine.”

“Should?”

You shrug. “If I say anything definitive I’m going to jinx it.” You keep your eyes on the map. “If it gets too bad we can find a spot to pull off the highway and wait for it to blow over.”

“We can’t just wait it out?”

“We’re running late as it is, I don’t know if we have that kind of time. Jihoon’s gonna be ticked if we don’t show and I refuse to get on his bad side.”

“Aw, he’s all talk.”

“I’ve heard Mingyu bring up the story of his guitar more times than I can count, I’d rather not get my own the first time I meet him in person.”

He snickers, and you glace to the side to see him looking at you. You turn your gaze back to the forecast and pretend your heartbeat is normal.

“Well, if he tries anything I’ll tell him the story of my old friends who crashed and died driving in a rainstorm,” Jeonghan says.

“You had friends who died?”

“Nope,” he says cheerfully, “but Jihoon can’t prove that.” He leans his head on your shoulder. “And I’d rather my answer not change because of some rainstorm, okay?”

“No worries,” you say, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “Quick but careful, that’s my motto. Nobody’s dying on this road trip.”

Death is not a good road trip adventure.

The clouds break as you follow the highway across the wide flat ranching fields. In seconds, the curvature of the earth’s horizon is masked by a curtain of rain. You flick on the headlights and slow down, sitting farther up in your seat as though that will let you see into the distance.

“Lucky this isn’t road trip season,” you say. You haven’t seen another car on the road for at least an hour.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Lucky.”

His face is barely reflected in the window, distorting with each sweep of the wipers. You chance a glance. His knuckles are white on the armrest as he stares out the windshield.

“This is nothing,” you say. “It’s a baby storm. Did I ever tell you about the time I delivered pizzas during a hurricane?”

“Did they give you hazard pay?”

“Only like two bucks. Can you believe it?” You click your tongue. “Fuck Pizza Hut, am I right?”

He huffs something like a laugh, so you keep going. “Got a twenty dollar tip from this one guy who looked like he was in the middle of an intense dnd game, and I mean intense. Either that or it was a Lord of the Rings marathon, man looked like Gandalf.”

“But was it a good Gandalf?”

“I mean, I was convinced.”

“That’s not saying much, you were convinced by that kid in a hulk mask too.”

You gasp in mock outrage. “If I weren’t driving I’d smack you,” you threaten. “And he had the hands and bodysuit, too, he was the real deal! You couldn’t tell either!”

He actually snickers, but doesn’t argue. You’d both fought over the privilege of handing candy to the child, that last fall.

“And anyway, that wasn’t even the weirdest delivery I made that night.”

“I guess that makes sense, only the crazies call for a pizza in a hurricane.” His reflection in the window smiles, and even though you’re driving you dare to chance a glance; his face is lit up with a smile, his hand relaxed on the armrest. “Who was the weirdest?”

“Weird but wholesome, it was this older gentleman who spent like three minutes searching his wallet, I mean thank god he had a covered porch or I would’ve gotten even more soaked. His wife gave me these plums for a tip; I looked them up and it turns out they’re actually illegal, it was wild.”

He clicks his tongue. “You got tipped in illegal plums and you didn’t even share them with me?”

“This was before I met you guys. Those plums were long gone by the time I was in a spot to share them with you.” The pounding rain has died down enough that you feel confident enough to peel your hand away from the wheel to pat his thigh. “Don’t worry, if I get tipped in any other illegal foods I’ll be sure to share.”

He swats your hand away, but he’s laughing.

It’s still raining when you pull into the campground, but not pouring. A pleasant sprinkle, really. Jeonghan still complains about it as he and the others try to give you directions to back into the spot. Most of the directions conflict, and based on the way Minghao keeps shaking his head at the others, you probably could’ve been backed into the spot 30 minutes ago if not for-- well, whatever competition is going on behind you. Oh well.

By the time you finally throw the camper into park and get the awning pushed out, Mingyu has already gotten the portable grill out of the cabinet and set up outside, although he’s having trouble with the lighter. The RV is always stocked with six or seven of the stick lighters, but they’re pretty much guaranteed to be on their last dregs no matter when you try to use them. He’s already halfway through the collection, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pulls the spark trigger over and over, the flame only catching for a few seconds.

Jeonghan skips over, calling your name. “Come on,” he all but whines, “let’s go explore!”

“Weren’t you the one who was just complaining about how wet you were getting?” You glance out at the picnic table, which is still getting rained on even as Minghao and Chan struggle to drag it under cover.

“That was just because you were all safe and dry in the RV.” He wraps his arms around you and rubs his dripping hair against your shirt.

“Rude!” you yelp, pushing him away, but you’re laughing, and so is he. You huff, crossing your arms. “Well I was going to, until you started using me as your towel.”

“Well you’re all wet now, you can get a little more wet!”

There’s a barely a damp spot on your shoulder, but he’s got a shit eating expression and even that lights up his face.

“Oh no,” you say, “I’m soaked.”

He grins and takes you by the arm, dragging you fully into the rain. “We’ll be back in an hour,” he calls.

“Text me if you find the bathrooms,” Chan hollers back.

There’s a surprising amount of other campers parked around. A few have adults sitting on folding chairs, outside under an awning, cans in their hands. They wave cheerfully as you pass.

“That’s probably the bathroom,” you note, pointing at the building. It’s so dirty on the outside that you wonder if maybe it would be better in the long run to just take turns in the RV’s shower; most outdoor bathrooms like this are pretty gross inside.

“I’ll text Channie.” Jeonghan takes out his phone, bowing his head to block the screen and types out the message. You giggle watching his wet fingers slip across the screen. He bats distractedly in your general direction, finally managing to land a hit only once the message is sent, his phone in his pocket once again.

You find a playground at the bend in the road, where it doubles back to wind around to the exit. Jeonghan shouts, “Race you!” and takes off across the slick grass.

“False start!” you yell back, and even though he has way too much of a lead for you to catch up, you still take off after him. You see his foot slip out from underneath him once or twice, but the speed of his run keeps him from falling entirely. It makes for a funny picture either way, and you find yourself slipping as you laugh.

He seizes one of the swings, all but launching himself into the air. You skirt around his feet, ducking under his hand as he reaches out, as though to pat your head on the way by. There’s a puddle of water in the swing, but you’re already soaked from the rain that patters steadily onto your head, so what’s a little more?

Still, you wipe it off before you sit down.

Within moments, you’ve caught up to his altitude, the height of each swing leaving you floating at the peak before gravity takes over, jolting you onto the seat again.

“You’re better than I thought,” he says, flying past you, going forward as you swing back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your head follows him as you swing by again.

“Nothing.” You hear the grin in his voice.

“I’ll have you know, I was the swingset champion in every school and every camp I ever went to.”

“How many schools did you go to that had a swingset?”

“Sir that is entirely beside the point.”

His laugh rings out. “Right, right, of course.” Rain hits your face as you swing forward (or maybe your face hits the rain?). “I suppose that means you’ve gone all the way around the top bar before?”

“Of course,” you say. “And I nailed a kid in the head with a paper airplane from the peak of a jump off the swing.”

That seems to pique his interest. “Yeah? How many times did you manage that?”

“Once, and then they sent me to the office bc the kid started crying, but it was a good once.”

“If I gave you my shoe, would you be able to throw it to me from the swing?”

You almost slip off the swing. “Jeonghan I’m not going to throw a shoe at your head!”

“Not at my head! Just, to me. Like a gentle toss, so I can catch it and no one receives any bodily harm on the road trip.”

You breathe out. That makes more sense. Bodily harm is not a good road trip adventure.

He digs his feet into the trenches below the swing to stop his momentum, stumbling forward across the playground. He tosses a couple woodchips at you when you giggle, before slipping his shoe off.

“Dude, you’re gonna get your foot all muddy and then what?”

He yanks off his sock. “Then you’ll have to carry me to the RV sink.”

“Or I’ll hose you down in the yard; I saw a couple spigots on the way over and those bitches are icy cold.”

He wipes the shoe in the grass before lining up the shot, planting his foot on the ground. “Alright, catch!”

He misses.

When you’re done laughing at him, he tosses it again, this time actually managing to get it to you, even though it lands kind of wildly against your lap. You lean back for a few good swings, regaining the altitude you lost from the distraction of the catch and the laughter.

“Ready?”

Your first throw goes wild. The second nails him in the chest. The third he actually manages to catch.

By the tenth you’ve graduated to trick shots. He leaned over the playground equipment nearby and caught it. He tossed it to you from under his leg, and you caught it. You threw it over the bar and under the bar and with your nondominant hand and backwards and he caught it again and again.

“Alright, time for the jump.” You adjust your grip on the swing.

“You’re sure this is safe?”

“Of course it is.” You gesture for him to toss you the shoe, which he does. No trick shots that time. “I’ve done it before, remember?”

He looks oddly worried as he resumes his position on the ground a short distance away.

“Relax babe,” you say, “I got this.”

He straightens up at the nickname, a smile flashing across his face. “Alright,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “Whenever you’re ready, babe.”

(you like when he calls you that)

You take two swings, building up the momentum. He takes two steps, eyes focused on you.

You let go.

The shoe leaves your hand, and your feet hit the ground, and then the woodchips slide and your balance is lost and your hands slam into the ground too.

He calls your name.

You huff out a breath, and then another, processing.

“Are you okay?” His hand is on your shoulder, and his eyes dart over you as he checks for injuries.

“Totally fine,” you say. “Did you catch the shoe?”

He huffs, half exasperated and half amused. “That’s your priority?”

“Listen dude, I didn’t just make the sickest trickshot of the year just for you to drop the shoe cause I broke my ankle.”

He shoves your shoulder and you clutch it like he’s wounded you, dropping to the ground with a grin.

“Of course I caught it,” he says. “I would’ve caught you too but you jumped the wrong way.”

You scoff. “Alright, that’ll be the next trick shot.”

For a second you think he might actually be considering it, but his phone rings. He answers, listening for a few seconds before moving it away.

“Mingyu got the grill working,” he says to you. “Chan added helpfully from the background that if we’re done kissing we can come back for food.”

You raise your eyebrow. “We’re kissing?”

He shrugs. “If you want.”

He says it flippantly, but his eyes trail over your lips.

You stand up, helping him up after. Your hands linger. He’s still looking, and you find your eyes drifting too.

You lean in, quickly, before you can change your mind, and press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. He freezes, and then pulls you close, a real kiss this time. It’s like a fire exploding, and the chill of the rain is forgotten. You can hear a faint “Ew!” from the phone still held in Jeonghan’s hand, and you feel him smirk against your mouth.

You break apart, staring.

And then you take off like a shot across the grass. “Race you!”

You hear his footsteps chasing after you. “Hey, no fair! I’ve only got one shoe!”

Throwing your head back, you laugh, the rain slamming into your face.

(like a call and response, his laughter reaches your ears. it sounds like a sunrise)

#a tct summer #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #seventeen au #yoon jeonghan au #jeonghan #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenario #yoon jeonghan imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #yoon jeonghan fluff #listen i didn't write this with a title in mind so let's just #collectively agree #to ignore the title #please

[skysybil]

Penumbra Superlatives: Most Likely To Be A Dark Matters NPC

The people demanded it, and I am indeed a magnanimous conspiracy theory machine, so here is my incredibly ridiculous reasoning behind my “who is in the dark matters simulation and who is fake” ranking, found here. Thank you to my partner for listening to me yell about this for 24 hours straight now. Man, I am gonna look like an idiot if this isn’t a Dark Matters induced simulation or dream in the end with how all-in I’ve been going with this.

Also, if you guys ever want me to lay out every fucking tiny detail I’ve seen that I think points to it being a simulation, I’ll do that too. Please validate me.

This is insanely long, it’s like two to three paragraphs for every member of the space family. This is kind of shameful, I almost feel bad. I’ll be your best friend forever if you read it all. Also, I’m putting it below the cut for everyone’s sanity. Anyway, let’s go lesbians, let’s go!

First, in the “definitely an active participant” category: Rrrrrita!

I’ll admit, it’s genuinely really hard to tell what discrepancies in the story are suspicious simulation details and what is just Rita being a particularly unreliable narrator. However, my first general point towards Rita being an active participant/player/whatever you want to call it is the fact that we’re experiencing this through her perspective! I think it would be really cool to tell the story from the perspective of a caricature puppeted by Dark Matters, but I feel like it would be way more obvious in gaps in her thinking patterns if she was fake. Honestly, I personally think it would be impossible to run it from the perspective of one of these NPCs (as i’m calling them) anyway, because... you know, they probably don’t have much in the way of thoughts in the first place. 

Plus, out of everyone in the group, she is most likely to be plucked out of a group of criminals by Dark Matters to recruit. Sasha knows her (or at least knows of her) and how good she is at her job. I’m sure she’s got a target on her back as someone that’s too powerful (seriously, I pray for the universe the day Rita realizes just how quickly she could take over the world--see: my THEIA Rita AU that i came up with this morning which I might post about later), but I’m also pretty sure killing Rita would be seen as a wasted opportunity. This could just be another test, just like Day That Wouldn’t Die but in an even more controlled environment. The perfect trap, the perfect test--hopefully for perfect results. And with how she tends to get caught up in glamour and drama or get distracted so easily, she’s one of the easiest members of the group to trick into not questioning the little discrepancies that comes from living in a lie.

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Next, Vespa. Love of my life and the only other member of the Carte Blanche crew that I’m almost totally sure is sharing space in this simulation.

She’s in a similar position that she’s a valuable asset for Dark Matters to try and take on--especially if they can use her past debts as blackmail or something along those lines. She’s a damn good assassin and they tend to specialize in making people disappear. Why wouldn’t they seize the opportunity to test her and see if she could truly work for them? Dark Matters also seems to lack an ethical core, to say the least, and if they consider her past trauma and her illness to be an issue, I’m sure they wouldn’t be against trying to “fix” her in their horribly scummy ways just so she could be a better killer for their organization. It could also be related to her skills as a doctor with the crew, to be fair--while Rita is off building robots and trying to break into a super secret base, Vespa is repairing the entire medical wing, an incredibly suspicious task when apparently enough of the ship survived that Rita’s computers are okay, the entire crew is unscathed, and the Ruby isn’t a warped hunk of metal.

Though she is also very likely to be nabbed by Dark Matters as an opportunity, the main condemning thing against Vespa being an NPC is the conversation we overhear with Buddy. No one else knows that Vespa considered or decided on leaving the crew. We can’t say that’s a part of Rita’s mind affecting the simulation around her because Rita doesn’t know, and it’s not information that could be hacked, either. It was just in her mind. Unless Dark Matters has their hands on new mind reading technology (oh god, not this shit again), there’s no way that the scene with Vespa and Buddy could exist unless Vespa is also inhabiting the simulation. Every scene they choose to include is deliberate. To rule Vespa out of the plan, all it would’ve taken was likely just Vespa being her normal defensive self. Why would they include a scene with a look into that vulnerability if it didn’t matter?

Speaking of the Vespa and Buddy scene--but why would Vespa snap at Rita that badly if she’s real, you might ask. You’re right, Vespa is aggressive but not that aggressive normally, and it stood out in the few interactions we saw. In Vespa’s defense, if she is participating in this simulation, she is understandably freaked the fuck out. Vespa spends every day of her life hyperaware of what might be real and what might be fake around her. She’s most likely to figure out that something is very wrong first simply because of that trait. How much of her mind is Dark Matters manipulating? Would DM have to simulate her hallucinations, or would that come naturally along with her mind being stuck in this simulation? I imagine that for every discrepancy we’ve picked up on, she’s picked up on six--but she no longer has the explanation of it being a hallucination. I imagine it’s frustrating and terrifying for her. I’d be on edge, too!

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Moving into our next category: “probably in the simulation”, with our only candidate Buddy.

Buddy is my question mark character. We barely interacted with her this episode. From what I can tell, most of what we saw from her seems in character, and she had some wicked fucking lines. I’m sorry, I refuse to give Dark Matters credit for the line “If you imagine all that could go wrong, all you’ve done is drag yourself through a thousand disasters. And even in the worst-case scenario, you will only need to live through one.” Because it genuinely made me feel better in real life, goddammit.

Buddy is mostly in this category for lack of evidence, both with the lack of interaction and with how Rita kind of glazed over the family meeting with her distractions. So, it’s hard to say. I’d love to hear others’ theories on Buddy’s place in this.

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Now, we cross the threshold into those that are probably not in the simulation, or are acting incredibly suspicious: the “on thin fucking ice” category. First, Peter. 

Can this bastard decide on his personality for two whole minutes so I can get a handle on the little intricacies of the new Ransom persona? No? Goddammit. It’s hard to tell how much of the way he acted was genuinely suspicious and how much of it is the mask he’s put on for Peter Ransom. While he’s adopted the old name, he hasn’t adopted his old personality, so it’s near impossible to get good points of comparison on this new view. We’ve seen inside his head with this persona, sure, but we can’t compare the way he spoke and acted in his head with how he holds himself in front of Rita--he’s always going to choose his level of vulnerability based off of the least trusted person in the room. He’s not to that place with Rita yet. He’s going to have walls and facades up that he won’t have in front of Juno, or in front of himself. He can’t make it easy on him.

But that does not mean I can’t be suspicious of him, because I am. Fuck you, Nureyev, I’m still coming for you. Mainly, I’m squinting at his reaction to Rita’s plans and his lack of reaction to her openly talking about the two of them in an established relationship. We know damn well that Peter and Juno are not at that place yet. Why, do you ask? Because I trust that Sophie and Kevin wouldn’t take that moment from us. We’ve had three and a half years of slowburn buildup on Jupeter! We would not skip from “tentatively talking and trying to learn communication through ‘’’’’’poetry’’’’’’ and shit” to “established lovey dovey relationship” without being let in on it. I doubt Peter would let comments like the ones Rita made really slide in front of Juno--after all, the last time he admitted he was in love, Juno fucking left, and I bet there’s a lot of reluctance or trauma surrounding that. Yet he let it slide anyway.

Still, because Peter is a wild card, there’s still a possibility that his non-reaction was a defense mechanism or part of the Ransom facade (after all, he had to pretend he was in better standing with Juno than he actually was at first to keep his place in the family). The most suspicious thing he did in that conversation, in my opinion, was agree not to let anyone else know about the plan. He knows damn well that he is on thin ice with everyone in the crew except for Juno and Rita. Trust is in short supply for him and keeping his position in the family is incredibly important to him, both so he can find a way to pay off his debts and so he can pursue this shaky relationship he’s started to piece back together with Juno. Yet he hops right in with barely any pushback when it comes to keeping this Incredibly Vital And Important Plan a complete secret. Plus, you know, he supposedly couldn’t even stand, yet walked all the way to the computer cave. Sure, maybe Juno carried him, but I’d fully expect something like Juno picking him up to be a joke written into the script. I feel like it was deliberately left out.

Still, the only real glimpse of Peter that Dark Matters has ever had was of Rex Glass, and Peter definitely isn’t acting like his Rex persona, so how would they really know to get his personality around the Aurinko family to where it is? I suppose that could be attributed to Rita, Vespa, and/or Buddy shaping the simulation around them.

Tl;dr on the Peter section: He’s almost definitely an NPC but nothing is certain with a man whose entire sense of self is based off of an elaborate web of lies and inconsistencies.

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Also probably an NPC, but I’m not sure, thus on thin fucking ice: Jet.

You cannot tell me for one fucking second that Jet doesn’t know the Ruby 7 inside and out. That car is his baby. He’s torn the car apart and repaired it more than anyone else, and you’re telling me he doesn’t understand the core functions of the car--the engine, the fuel tank? No fucking way. I don’t have 3.5 paragraphs of speculation for Jet, I’m just so hung up on the fucking car thing. His personality fits well, which is the one string I’m holding onto that makes him maybe possibly an actual human being, but I feel like Dark Matters fucked up by trying to fill in the blanks on the Ruby 7. That’s where I think the issue comes from--the reason there’s a part in the Ruby that Jet doesn’t understand is because DM doesn’t know how the Ruby works, and they tried to put in what they imagined could power it or fuzz over the details. But I will cry if the Ruby was actually destroyed in the crash, there’s no recovering from that.

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And finally, if you’ve made it this far and not left after whispering to yourself holy shit, she’s insane, she’s absolutely insane, how much does this woman talk, we have the final category: unfortunately an NPC. And holy shit, is Juno 100% not in this simulation or being almost entirely puppeted by Dark Matters.

I genuinely can’t get into all my reasoning behind Juno being a puppet here without going on forever and doubling the length of this post, and I’ve put you through so much already. But every inch of Juno is suspicious, down to his tone of voice. Look, I’m happy to see him happy. But it just seems like a jump--just like as I discussed in the Peter section with the Jupeter relationship. It feels like we skipped something, or missed something. This is my theory: Juno has been crafted based off of how Sasha Wire knew him when she saw him last. He doesn’t have reactions that are quite right to the computers, to Peter, to anyone, really. Everything felt just a little off--until he got frustrated. Then he became more realistically Juno. I think this might be because Sasha is basing a comfortable and happy Juno (the one she assumes he must be around the people on the ship, especially Peter if she knows they’re romantically involved) off of the Juno she interacted with when they were younger, which is just off in comparison to the Juno we know now. She can build a more three dimensional Juno in the situations she’s familiar with, like a bored Juno, a frustrated Juno, or an angry Juno. She’s got the one-liners down, I’ll give her that.

I’m also just in general not surprised if Sasha is just keeping him separate from the rest of them. Possibly to try and talk him out of the family, get him untangled from the Dark Matters mess? Plus, he’s incredibly perceptive, and might be considered a risk to the simulation if he was in it. 

Also, the out-of-universe evidence: I am 100% convinced that the reason the episode script came out late is because it had to be edited to remove some of the directions, possibly suspicious things like “too cheery”. Specifically, I think one of Juno’s significant directions is missing. It’s hard to put exactly what kind of direction is missing into words because I don’t know anything about script writing, but I just... I have a feeling. Trust me on this. I’ve seen other people on Twitter talk about it too, I’m not the only one. I stand by it.

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Anyway, since I want to keep my Juno-specific speculation as short as possible, that’s all, folks. If you stayed this long, genuinely I love you so much and I would give my life for you, message me or mention it in the tags that you made it all the way and maybe we could be mutuals or friends!! I love to ramble about this kind of thing. Follow me for more aimless speculation, hopefully not 2.5k words next time. If you have any questions or other stuff to discuss also mention it and I might post about it later!

Update: If you’re interested in the simulation theory, here’s the link to a post I just made laying out all my conspiracy theory evidence for it.

#holy shit i am SO SORRY this is so long #this is a lesson in being careful what you wish for #tpp #the penumbra podcast #tpp spoilers #tpp s3 #tpp s3 spoilers #s3 spoilers #tpp junoverse #simulation theory

[queenmylovely]

Wedding Party II

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. A game night between friends will surely take off the tension from whatever’s going on with you and Ben. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: cussing, building tension, charades 

A/N: This is the third and final (multiple) part(s) of my 500 follower celebration!! Thank you so much again to everyone who follows me, including the people that have since I hit 500, cause it’s been a minute, whoops. I was planning three parts for this, but I got into the charades so we’re looking at four instead! (p.s. if you want to try to guess the charade movies before the characters do that’s how I tried to write it lol) Any feedback is super appreciated but especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Part I, Part III, Part IV, Mini i, Mini ii, Masterlist

(yet again wonderful gif by @mrbenhardys) 

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Ben couldn’t believe how close he had come to kissing you the other night. He had diverted it last second by kissing your cheek, but even that teetered too far over the line of what was supposed to happen. If fucking someone at Rami’s wedding wasn’t allowed, then developing a full-on crush wasn’t either. But boy was he.

Even though you were the one that had mentioned hearing about him when the two of you first met, he was surprised to see that all of the references to you by his friends hadn’t failed to live up. In fact, he would probably say that what they said didn’t do you justice. Though he wouldn’t advertise it, he had also done a quick instagram stalk and thought you were even more beautiful in person.

Rami hadn’t slipped up like Lucy and mentioned your name specifically when telling him not to sleep with anyone at the wedding, but even so, Ben found all of his focus on you when it came to that rule. Whether it was because you had known of but never met each other for so long or simply because of who you were, you fascinated him.

Which he knew was dangerous in this particular situation. But he reminded himself that he would only have to see you at the rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, wedding, and reception. He thought that maybe after that something more could develop, but until then he would have to stay on track.

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But when Ben got out of the car to head into Rami and Lucy’s building and held the door open for someone behind him, his whole plan was ruined when that person was you.

“Oh, hi!” you said cheerily and he said hi back; you were trying to mask the mixture of excitement and dread you were feeling. Excitement at seeing Ben and spending time with him and dread at seeing Ben and spending time with him.

The two of you walked across the lobby and to the elevator. Ben pushed the button and you waited together. He had the same internal dilemma going on but he just smiled and said, “I can assume you’re going to game night too then?”

“That’s a safe assumption. Haven’t seen you at one of these before,” you pointed out, trying to make casual conversation. The elevator dinged and you both got on, Ben again hitting the button for the correct floor.

“Yeah, my last film had a lot of night scenes and stuff so I was always busy. But that’s in post and my next one will be mainly day shoots so I’ll be able to come to more of these,” Ben explained as the elevator doors opened and the two of you walked into the hallway.

“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other then,” you commented during the short walk to their front door. You reached up and knocked twice.

“Yep.”

Then at the same time, the two of you sighed. Your heads whipped towards each other in confusion and you were both about to say something in response or question when the door opened.

“Ben! Y/N! You made it, and look at you arriving together, already practicing for the wedding, huh?” was Joe’s excited greeting when he opened the door.

“Hey mate, good to see you,” Ben told Joe, giving him a hug.

“Hey Joe,” you said with a smile as you hugged him. Then you teased, “Did Lucy and Rami hire you as their butler or do you just really enjoy opening doors?”

Ben laughed at what you said even though he didn’t have the full context and you felt your cheeks heat up.

As the three of you walked into the apartment Joe just barked out a laugh and told you, “You’re hilarious.”

You smiled at him, “I try.”

Once you reached the living room, you saw both Rami and Lucy there, setting up the snacks. Gwilym was there as well, but he was pouring a couple glasses of wine. They all put down what they were holding and came over to do the usual greetings and such. Apparently, it was only to be you six because some of the other regulars had other obligations.

After everyone had a little plate of snacks and a glass of red or white, Rami began his usual little spiel at the beginning of game nights, “Alright everyone, welcome to game night. We will be playing team games, so partner up now.”

“Dibs on Gwil,” Joe called out, looking directly at you with a smirk. If only he knew how good he had really gotten you.

You shot back, “That’s fine by me. I’m sure Ben will be a great teammate.”

All the same, Ben shot Joe a quick look that he didn’t understand and you shot Lucy a quick this-wasn’t-my-fault look that she accepted with a nod.

Rami continued, “Great, we have three games lined up, but we can play as many times as we like. Lastly, remember that this is strictly a friendly competition, so no sore losers when Lucy and I beat all of you,”

“Oh it’s on,” Joe replied. Then he and Rami got into a little trash-talk.

Ben laughed and turned to you, “Are you competitive?”

“Well… I suppose that’s something one could say about me,” you said with a sheepish smile.

“I hope I’m not too big of a disappointment then, I’m not the best at these types of things,” Ben said with a slightly awkward smile.

“I’m sure you’ll be great,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Anyway I’m not nearly as competitive as them.”

You nodded towards Rami and Joe who were jokingly getting in each other’s faces, unable to hold back their own laughter. Ben and you burst into laughter, joining Gwil and Lucy’s at the sight. It took you a second longer to realize that your hand was still on Ben’s shoulder. You only did because Ben had looked at it and you removed it before it became so awkward you had to leave.  

Luckily, Rami and Joe were done with their shenanigans and everyone was ready to start the first game. It turned out to be charades and little slips of paper were quickly divided between the three groups.

Rami and Lucy went first and both were ridiculously quick at guessing each other’s answers. You supposed it came with living together and such as well as being actors.

Then Gwil and Joe were up and they didn’t fare quite as well. For some reason, Joe was being far too elaborate with his acting and would mime putting on a swimsuit, putting on sunscreen, swimming, and then being chased by something just to get Jaws. Gwil was good at the charade as soon as he actually started, but he seemed to overthink every word before he started.

Finally, it was you and Ben. You went first, saying before you started, “Sorry I’m literally the only non-actor here.”

Ben waved you off with a laugh. Then Lucy flipped the timer over and you quickly opened the first slip. It said Jurassic Park and you breathed a quick sigh of relief. Then you pointed at Joe, put your hand to the height of a little kid and did T-Rex arms.

“Jurassic Park!” Ben exclaimed and though Joe said something about that not being fair, you moved on.

Next you mimed taking a ring off and holding it up to your eyes, staring at it intensely.

“Lord of the Rings, next!”

The next one was harder, but you got going. First, you pretended to be eating toast and coffee. Second, you did some characters: one with crossed arms and a frown, one flexing muscles, one reading a book and pushing up glasses, one flipping their hair and giggling, and one pulling their hair and shaking their head.

“Okay, okay, eating and drinking, a meal? Breakfast? Breakfast. And these are different people? I don’t know that first one. Then a jock? A nerd? A pretty girl? Oh, oh! The Breakfast Club!” Ben shouted, looking proud of himself for getting it and you couldn’t help but smile before moving onto the next one.

You ended up getting five before time ran out, just one less than Lucy had on her turn. Now it was Ben’s turn to do the charading and you were ready to be the one guessing.

As you switched spots, Ben whispered to you with a smile, “Good job.”

Trying not to show your happiness at his little praise, you just nodded and returned a whisper of, “Thanks.”

Ben got ready, doing a little jog in place warmup as a joke and you probably laughed harder than necessary. Then Lucy counted down from three and flipped over the timer.

As Ben picked up the first slip, you leaned forward to pay attention.

With a nod, Ben started his first charade. He mimed someone in the shower and for a quick second you pictured what he would look like in the shower. But once you said shower, he moved to the next part, getting out of the “shower” and then whipping back the curtain and pumping his from near his head to in front of him again and again. Then you realized that he was pretending to stab someone.

“Psycho!” you yelled and Ben grinned.

After picking up the next slip the first thing Ben did was scrunch up his face in a snarl, crouching down to all fours and making a hand into a claw, stalking closer to you. You felt a weird mixture of apprehensiveness and something else as he got closer and had to remind yourself this was a clue.

Ben was only about a foot away from your legs before you blurted out, “Cat, uh, lion, tiger!”

Tiger was the one so Ben stood up and then mimed rowing a boat. You thought for a second before quickly stating, “Life of Pi.”

Two more slips later, you were only two away from a tie with Lucy and Rami and you had about thirty seconds on the clock.

Ben snatched up another slip and read it, a frown taking over his face for a second. Then he recovered and started miming drumming. Next he did guitar and keyboards then singing.

“Drums. Ok, guitar, keyboards, oh a band!” you said and Ben nodded before moving on.

Next he started dancing, which you could hardly stop from laughing at, but just because it was cute. He was doing lots of 70’s moves like the hustle, YMCA, John Travolta’s move from Saturday Night Fever, and others you didn’t know the name for.

“The hustle. Um, YMCA? The Village People? Disco?” you said as you tried to stifle your giggles.

Ben nodded quickly and then motioned to keep going.

“Um… a disco… band?” you questioned and got another carry on gesture from Ben. “ABBA?”

After a thumbs up, Ben mimed the sign for movies and then singing and it came to you and you jumped up, “Mamma Mia!”

“Yes!” Ben exclaimed right as Lucy called out time. He came over to you by the couch and brought you into a tight hug that almost lifted you off the ground and you laughed out loud in surprise.

Lucy cleared her throat and you and Ben let each other go quickly, turning to look at her. She just raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You know you two didn’t actually get enough to tie me and Rami.”

“Good thing it was just a friendly competition,” you pointed out with an equally fraught with meaning smile.

“And we have two more games to try and beat you guys,” Ben pointed out, with a regular smile.

“Actually, I think you mean that you have two more games to lose to us,” Joe cut in, breaking all the tension and making everyone laugh good-naturedly.

_

The night went on and in the end Rami and Lucy did win because while they lost to you and Ben in trivia, they beat everyone during taboo. Poor Gwil and Joe didn’t win anything, though they claimed that was because they were out of practice.

Once the games were done, music was turned on and everyone got to chatting. You were talking with Joe and Rami about New York and the other three were talking about their upcoming projects more in depth.

Then you realized your drink was running low and excused yourself to go refill it. What you didn’t see as you were walking over to where the wine was was Ben jumping up and excusing himself to do the same.

Just as you were reaching to grab a bottle, you heard him say, “Allow me.”

You turned to realize he was standing just a step behind you and you slowly placed the bottle in his outstretched hand. Then he reached around you to set down his glass and grab yours and you sucked in a breath at the feeling of him just barely brushing against you.

Ben started pouring the wine and as he was doing so, looked up at you with a hint of a smirk on his face.

You realized you were probably just staring at him with your mouth open so you fixed your face and said, “So is this becoming a thing? Are you always going to make my drinks for me?”

Ben laughed lightly and handed your glass back to you. As he picked up his glass, his arm grazed your waist and you had to physically take a step back so you wouldn’t take one forward and kiss him.

Then you heard loud laughter coming from the couches and you both looked to see Rami sitting on Lucy’s lap, both of them laughing so hard they could barely breathe. You smiled at the joy and Ben looked at you with a smile.

“They’re so in love,” he commented and you nodded, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“I’m so excited for the wedding. It’ll be beautiful,” you replied. “I’ve been to a lot of weddings and not everyone’s meant for it but they are.”

“Really?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, some of them are more in it for the wedding than the actual marriage you know?” Ben nodded. “Luce and Rami want a special day, but it’s more important to them who’s there than what it looks like.”

“I had a mate from primary who must’ve had over 300 people at his wedding. I didn’t even get to talk to him and we had been best mates when we were young, so they’re definitely doing the right thing with quality over quantity too,” Ben told you.

“Wow, yeah. I guess along the same lines I can see what Lucy means. But it was a little much to tell me we couldn’t--” you stopped yourself right before revealing that you weren’t allowed to sleep with Ben to Ben. You hoped that Ben didn’t notice your abrupt stop, but he did, his brows furrowing.

“We couldn’t…?” he asked, his thoughts flashing to his conversation with Rami.

“I just-- we, like, the guests, couldn’t-- well shouldn’t-- or it’d be better to--”

“Hey Y/N, who was it from our class that got married recently with that wild theme wedding?” Lucy called over to you, and you quickly took it as a chance to get out of this conversation with Ben.

So you turned to Lucy and as you spoke, and slowly walked over to where they were, leaving Ben to either stay where he was alone or join everyone else in the conversation, “It was Amanda. And the theme was that elf… village? From Lord of the Rings, the one where Cate Blanchett lived.”

“Lothlórien,” Gwil informed everyone.

“Sure. Some of it went over my head, but it was pretty,” you commented. By that time, Ben had taken a seat next to you, his thigh touching yours. The conversation turned into a debate about theme weddings but it was hard to stay fully focused with Ben’s warmth interrupting your thoughts. Those damn thighs aren’t fair, you complained to yourself.

_

This time, you were the first to get up to leave since you had brunch with a friend the next morning.

“Are you good to drive?” Lucy asked since you had had three glasses of wine.

“Oh, I took an uber here, so I was just going to take another one back,” you answered.

“This late at night?” she asked, a worried look on her face.

“Well I always kinda take ubers this late…” you mumbled.

“You know what? I have something tomorrow too, I can take you home. I’ve only had a glass and a half,” Ben suggested, holding up his half full glass as proof.

“Oh, you don’t have--” you started but were interrupted.

“Per-fect!” Lucy said with a smile and you resigned yourself to accepting the ride.

You and Ben gathered your things and then said your goodbyes, getting hugs and kisses from all, especially Lucy who was four glasses in and a little tipsy.

Then you and Ben walked out of the apartment, following the same path you had taken together only a couple hours ago. You chatted about this and that but you were more focused on how your hands would brush against each other every fifth step or so than the conversation.

That is until Ben said, “So you’ve never used my number.”

You weren’t expecting that so you coughed in surprise before answering, “Well, I texted you saying it was me so you had mine too.”

“Well… okay,” Ben said a little sheepishly.

“Okay,” you responded before pulling out your phone. You went to your Instagram dms and found a meme that you thought he would like and sent it to him. “There you go, I used it.”

Ben took out his phone when he got the notification and opened it, laughing when he saw what it was, “Oh my gosh, this is so cute. You know I have a dog.”

“You do?” you asked, getting excited.

“Yeah her name’s Frankie. Here,” he replied, going to his home screen where you could see a picture of just about the cutest beagle you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my goodness, she’s adorable. Ugh I love her,” you said, going a little goo-goo at the sight of the dog. It helped that owning a dog was always an item on your pro list for guys.

“She’s the best. Oh, here we are,” Ben said, gesturing to his car.

The two of you got in, but before he turned on the engine Ben said, “Here, watch this video of her.”

Ben leaned over the console to show you and you met him halfway, both of you turning your eyes down to the phone to watch Frankie running around what you would assume is Ben’s apartment, fresh from a bath. You and Ben laughed at her antics and when she jumped up on the couch and wiggled around on her back, Ben’s groan in the video and groan in real life synched up and you lost it.

Ben couldn’t help but laugh too, but he said, “Hey, that left a stain, that’s a suede couch.”

That just made you laugh harder and soon both you and Ben were leaning on each other for support as you tried to catch your breath. As your laughter finally died down, you looked up at Ben, whose face was only a few inches from yours and as a couple more giggles passed your lips, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ben’s. You looked back at his eyes and caught him doing the same, biting your lip in anticipation. Both of you leaned a little closer, a little closer, until you were so close you could feel Ben’s breath on your lips.

Then your phone’s ringtone went off, louder than reasonable and you both jumped in surprise. You picked it up again and saw that it was Lucy calling.

“Yes, Lucy?” you answered with a bit of a sigh, your rational mind returning and reminding you that you weren’t supposed to kiss Ben.

“I forgot to tell you to text me when you get home!” she practically yelled and you held the phone away from your ear. You could hear Rami shushing her on the other end.

“Okay, I will, don’t worry, Luce,” you reassured her before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up.

Ben had turned on the engine and was starting to pull out of the parking space.

“She just wanted me to let her know when I get home,” you explained.

“Yeah I heard,” Ben said with a laugh. “Just, uh, tell me where to go.”

“Oh yeah,” you replied, remembering that he was taking you to your house and not back to his.

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[keishins-ukai]

I Just Wanna Be Your Favourite Boy

(here’s a link if you prefer reading on ao3)

The amount of alcohol flowing in Kuroo’s veins was not enough to distract him from how pathetic all of this truly was . He was at his first University party, he was surrounded by beautiful people and free alcohol, he should be having the time of his life, right? Tetsurō sat in his friend’s garden with his back resting against the cold brick of the house, his head resting there too. His arms were balanced on his pulled-up knees, his eyes closed.

To any party-goers that ventured outside this would look normal, like the first year partied too hard and passed out super early – it's not like that kind of thing doesn’t happen all the time. Then they’d notice the earbuds still in his ears (though they weren’t playing anything, he just didn’t want to speak to anyone), the dry tear tracks down his cheeks, the ever so slight shaking of his chin. Well, that or the glitter-like sparkle that seemed to be all around the black-haired boy

Tears had become a very common part of Tetsurō’s life recently, a fact he hated with every fibre of his being. Six months ago, you would need the saddest song on earth put in the background of the saddest video on earth and he might have considered crying. Now all it took now was the thought of blond and black hair, golden eyes, mint vodka that smelled like his shampoo…

The stars hadn’t appeared until his first day of university. He had texted Kenma when he’d woken up - Kuroo always texted as soon as he woke up – some dumb chemistry joke he’d found the night before, trying to convey his excitement at finally starting his course. Kenma never usually replied immediately, though this day he did, though Kuroo didn’t actually know why (Kuroo would look back and see it as the first sign. Kenma told him everything)

Kenma had only sent a gif of a cat showing almost complete apathy, but Kuroo’s heart started racing nonetheless, mind spiralling at all of the possible meanings behind the response and never once landing on the real answer (Kenma just woke up earlier than normal). They’d texted a lot of the day, Kuroo only turning his phone off during classes, not wanting to make any bad impressions.

While it obviously hadn’t been the reason, in the following months Kuroo had started to blame turning his phone off as the inciting event as when he turned his phone on he got the notification, the moment that changed everything. It was so small, so seemingly inconsequential.

Instagram: Kodzuken has posted a photo

Kenma’s Instagram consisted mainly of photos from games he was playing, purposely unflattering pictures of himself or animals. But that day was different. He posted a picture of him and Hinata, and the orange-haired boy was positively grinning into the camera, Kenma wasn’t even smiling but Kuroo could tell he was happy, that he was less stressed than he had been for a lot of the summer.

Kuroo knew that what he told himself was unfair, that there simply wasn’t enough data to support the idea of ‘he likes Shōyō more’. But none of that mattered, Kuroo just knew. He didn’t need evidence to prove that Kenma had feelings for the shrimp, the ever so slight dimple was proof enough – even Kuroo had only seen that dimple once, and he wasn’t the one who bought it out.

Crying in the men’s bathroom, as it turns out, is neither very comfortable nor as discreet as one would imagine, though that didn’t matter to Tetsuro as the itching and burning sensation was the only thing he could think about. ‘What the hell is this?’ repeated in his mind as he did his best to stop the small glass-like crystals from falling to the floor and creating even more noise. After spending what felt like an eternity researching what could possibly in all hell be happening to him he moved, hating the quiet twinkling sounds in his pocket.

‘Of course this would happen to me.’ Kuroo would think to himself repeatedly over the next few days ‘Star fucking tears’.

-

Stars Tears

Caused by intense but unrequited love, always romantic, ‘star tears’ is a rare condition wherein the afflicted will secrete small crystalline shards from their tear ducts, the crystals often being compared to stars which is where the illness got its name. Side effects from stage two ‘star tears’ can include

-          Leaking tear ducts

-          Dryness of the eyeballs

-          Itchiness in the eye area

-          Blocked tear ducts

And in some extreme cases

-          Partial or complete colour blindness

-          Partial or complete sight loss.

As the disease is caused by unrequited love there is no ‘mainstream’ treatment which can cure this, some patients never being cured while others were reportedly healed if the person they loved also loved them back, in a romantic sense.

-

Even though he was aware of how bad an idea it was, Kuroo remained sat in his friend's garden, though now his earphones were playing something. More specifically he had his ‘Kenma’ playlist on which was playing all of the songs and bands that the shorter boy had ever introduced him to. They were playing at full volume to drown out his own thoughts - the ones nibbling on his mind, making him think of lazy nights playing ‘Majora’s Mask’ with him , of the nights leading up to Christmas making their cinnamon and raisin cookies, of the toothbrush that had been Kuroo’s spare but that he’d stolen because of their frequent sleepovers.

He really didn’t want to cry again, having decided that his new rate of three times a week was far too much, but the stars demanded more still. In the beginning, they would only appear if he’d seen his face, whether it be over skype or as a photo. That had been remarkably easy to handle - Kuroo had just moved all of the photos of him to the ‘hidden’ folder on his phone, and minimise the skype screen when they talked. Easy.

But then Kuroo started to really miss him, started to think of him almost every moment of the day, affecting his sleep and work schedule. That’s when he realised how truly fucked he was. You can’t just pick and choose what parts of friendship you want to participate in and expect it to remain completely intact. Kenma didn’t know what was going on, but he could sense a change, making more of an effort to start their conversations, to not leave Kuroo out of what was going on his life, to make sure that the elder knew that they were still friends.

It was unfair how this made everything worse, that Kenma’s thoughtful inclusions made Kuroo feel more excluded than ever, made him feel both like he had a chance and also made him know that Kenma saw him as his closest friend and that he wouldn’t be more. Kenma had always worried with his crushes that initiating things with them would scare them off, that he would be seen as overbearing. Rather than risking anything, he would just wait until he thought the other would like him back before asking them on a date.

The tears started to increase, them coming at just the thought of Kenma when Kuroo hadn’t got any prevention methods. His most effective was to drown out any other noise with the sound of his own music, even investing in better earphones to ensure that he wouldn’t be hearing any other external noises. However, his playlist choice could definitely be improved upon since every voice, every chord, every bar had the Kenma Kozume seal of approval, making the task of not thinking about the boy almost impossible.

Not even twenty minutes alone and his mind wandered, going to almost every stop in Tetsurō’s brain before stopping at one that made his heart dance. If it were a book the edges would be folded, the spine broke, and some of the pages ripped just from the sheer amount of use.

“Stop looking at my ass!” Kenma had demanded, trying his best to wriggle away from Kuroo “This isn’t for you”. The blond wasn’t looking at him, trying to pretend that his attention was on the syringe in his hand.

“You’re the one who asked me to do this.” Kuroo reminds, reaching over for the injection. “And knowing I was coming over to do this you decided to wear trousers rather than shorts when all I need is your thigh, so…” Their eyes meet and the elder man winks.

Kenma’s face scrunches up in retaliation, fingers lingering for just a moment against Kuroo’s, placing the syringe gently in his hand. “What are you trying to suggest?”

He pretends to think for a second when he wipes a disinfectant wipe on his leg, knowing that he technically didn’t need to but also wanting to be as safe as possible. “That maybe you wanted me to see your ass?”

The youngers face calms into a neutral expression. “Dream on Tetsurō.” Despite being quite scared of needles, he had decided on having testosterone injections rather than pills or any other alternative, finding that needing to do injections more infrequently benefitted him more. He’d also figured that getting someone else to administer the injection would have negated his fear.

Kuroo had agreed, why would it be more difficult for an injection to occur when you’re not the one putting the needle in your skin? The answer; Kenma was a wriggler. He moved back on the bed every time that Tetsurō tried to move closer to him “Come on, kitten.” he chides, the pet name tacked on as a joke.

His only answer is a hiss, a literal fucking hiss, as Kenma tries to move his leg away again, but is caught by the ankle and pressed back down to the bed. Kuroo eventually managed to give Kenma his testosterone, despite the difficulty and found that when he went home there was only one thing on his mind. The hiss.

Most people who met Kenma Kozume thought he was polite, shy and awkward. And he was all of those things, but he was also so much more. He was funny, intuitive, self-assured and weird and Tetsurō loved that so much. As soon as he thought the word ‘love’, everything seemed to make sense. Every look that lasted too long, every thought replaced by one of Kenma, every feeling of longing to be with his best friend.

Tetsurō was in love with his partner in crime. He still is.

Rex Orange County is a band that frequently blasts on Kuroo’s phone, them having many songs that fit the themes of unrequited love so well that he had no choice but to really connect with their music. Though there was one song in particular that is constantly on his mind, the song being called ‘Best Friend’.

At some point in his reminiscing Kuroo had put on the song, immediately pressing the repeat button as he moved his head to stare into the night sky.

But no, it wasn't meant to be and see, I wasn't made for you

And you weren't made for me

When he was younger he’d wanted to be an astronomer, having found the stars and the moon fascinating, but he couldn’t stand the sight of them anymore. His hands were shaking, shoulders shaking, lip shaking. Maybe if he got some closure he could move on and get rid of this disease, finally feel whole again.

Love someone for loving you instead of someone really cool

That makes your heart melt

Tetsurō needed to turn this song off, to stop fucking thinking about him, about the man he had literal scientific proof that he doesn’t love him back, but the pure boost of serotonin he got when he thought about Kenma was worth it. It was worth the pain, it was worth the constantly itchy eyes, it was worth feeling sick to his stomach anytime he sees a twinkle.

Oh, I still wanna be your favourite boy

I wanna be the one that makes your day

The one you think about as you lie awake

He started typing the text before he could stop himself, feeling like he was watching himself make this extremely poor decision but having absolutely no power to stop himself. Even if it wouldn’t make Kenma love him it would be cathartic, right? And as long as he’s vague enough he could preserve their friendship, maybe even claim plausible deniability if necessary. The text read: ‘listening to this and thinking about you’ along with a link to Best Friend.

Kenma’s response was very short, only three words but enough to send his heart into a tailspin, for it to stop completely in its tracks, to make him feel like he’d never breathe again. ‘I’m dating Shōyō’

That night Kuroo lost the golden hue of his eyes.

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A special thanks to @wanderlustsky for beta reading this! it was amazingly helpful <3

#kuroken #haikyū!! #angst #star tears #no happy ending #best friend #rex orange county #haikyuu kuroo #kozume kenma #haikyuu kenma #kuroo tetsuro

[ayma-nidiot]

“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fanfic Chapter 1

Link to this chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Summary: Seto Kaiba and Pharaoh Atem no longer reside in Domino City - or in this time period, for that matter. Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood, with their newly awakened shapeshifting powers, jump at the chance to become top duelists once again. Not if a beautiful and cunning duelist by the name of Amber can help it! To Rex’s misfortune, Amber catches him in an embarrassing position at school. But this won’t be the last time he gets hot and bothered at school, and a suggestion from a former rival puts Rex in a rather… compromising position.

This is a sequel to my mostly-Pride fanfic “In the White Light,” which also features Shrimpshipping in the last few chapters. One main reason I wanted to write this fic is to not only give Rex and Weevil more attention, but also to write a Shrimpshipping fanfic with little to no Pride. Though “Don’t Speak Their Names” will feature a few elements from “In the White Light,” it is not 100% necessary to read “In the White Light” first. However, this fic will allude to that one on a few occasions. As always, constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 1 - “Oohs” and “Aahs”

“And that,” Rex Raptor propped his legs on the dueling table in a moment of pride, “is what I call sweet, sweet revenge.”

Weevil Underwood ignored the cheers that resounded throughout Domino High School’s rooftop. “Nah. That’s what I call sheer, dumb luck.”

After scooping up his deck, Rex gave the bug duelist a smirk right in his face. “And on my birthday, no less!”

“Okay, okay.” Weevil threw up his hands in defeat. “But insects are still the best. You Jurassic jerk.”

“Those insects were quite the pest problem. But I took care of them…” Rex leaned in closer to Weevil’s ear and whispered, “just like I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Before Weevil could slap Rex for saying something so vulgar at school, their club sponsor spoke as he entered the scene, “Speaking of problems, there will be a problem if you don’t get to class! First period starts in six minutes!”

“Pfft…” a girl snickered on everyone’s way to class.

“What’s so funny?” Weevil didn’t like the way this unfamiliar girl stared at him with her amber eyes.

“Man, oh man…” spoke one of Weevil’s buddies from the tabletop gaming club, which had hosted Rex’s “birthday tournament.” “That’s the last person you want laughing at you, Underwood.”

“Why, what’s so special about her?” Rex asked as everyone took their seats.

“You don’t know?” another friend chimed in. “She’s known around this school as a man-eater. Plus, I’ve heard she’s a sneaky - but awesome - duelist.”

“And wouldn’t I know it,” sighed Espa Roba, who had since moved to Domino City. “She beat me - me, the psychic duelist! - handily during that birthday tournament.”

“So, Mr. Psychic Duelist, what’s her name?”

“Uh…” Espa stared into space. “She was so beautiful that I never thought to ask.”

“And I suppose you bozos never thought to ask either?” Rex got no response to that except for a few dopey chuckles.

“Well, it looks like the sunrise with legs just walked in.” Friend #1 whistled as a girl with long, raven-black hair showed up to class. “Raptor, why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Rex pulled Weevil out of his seat. “No way! Make him do it!”

“You’re the one who won the tournament, dino brain!”

It didn’t take long for the raven-haired girl to notice this lover’s quarrel. “A dino brain you are, indeed!” she laughed, completely nonplussed. “Not only to suffer such a humiliating defeat at regionals, but also to have the lowest grades of anyone in this class!”

As the girl laughed all the way to her seat, Friend #2 whispered to Rex, “Um… I guess that’s her way of saying, ‘You’re out of my league?’”

No kidding! Though Rex and Weevil had been in a relationship for nearly a year now, the dino duelist didn’t feel comfortable letting his jock friends know about it.

“She even knows about your oh-so-gracious loss at regionals!” Friend #1 chuckled. “Man, talk about-”

“WILL YOU STOP TALKING ALREADY?!” Rex nearly toppled his desk over as he sharply arose.

“I agree, Mr. Raptor,” spoke their homeroom science teacher. “Thank you for pretending to be the teacher, if only for three seconds. You may take a seat now.”

I’ll get you yet, you piece of shit… Rex glared back at the girl, who continued to giggle with her clique.

Rex had hoped that the teasing would stop in this period. To his misfortune, this girl not only teased him at every turn, but got away with doing it. He reckoned that it was because she had the best grades out of all the seniors and got to skip two years - or so she and her teachers claimed. Very few things annoyed Rex more than smartasses doing whatever they damn well pleased to (unless said smartass was Weevil).

Rex would not have to deal with this smartass for the last period of the day - gym class - as this class had two teachers who normally taught the boys and girls separately. But he did not enjoy the annoying “oohs” and “aahs” he got from his male classmates. Luckily, the gym teacher not only didn’t know the raven-haired girl, but thanks to his athletic abilities, Rex was on his good side.

“There’s a time and a place for teasing each other, boys,” the gym teacher paused before the boys were to jump the vault. “It’s called after school. You’re not in college yet.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Friend #1 as Rex prepared himself for his turn, and promptly took off.

“I suppose his is well-named,” Friend #2 remarked. “The kid runs like a velociraptor. His face looks like one, too.”

Weevil, however, could tell something was awry from the look on his boyfriend’s face. “Hold on, fartknocker. I know Rex better than any of you, and I can assure you he is normally not that exhausted.”

The gym teacher was the only other one to notice. “Mr. Raptor, go to the nurse,” he ordered immediately.

“No, Teach, I’m fine,” Rex insisted, but the gym teacher wouldn’t accept that answer.

“I mean it, Mr. Raptor. You’re having heat exhaustion,” the gym teacher spoke as he wrote Rex a clinic pass. “Go, now, before it develops into full-on heat stroke.”

This was the one teacher Rex really liked, and he knew better than to argue with him. Without looking at his teacher’s face, he took the hall pass and sauntered into the hallway leading to the clinic. He didn’t make it far, though, as even after stopping for some water, he felt even hotter still… in ways he didn’t want to at school. He thanked the gods that nobody in the hallway could see him in such a state.

“Why…” Rex wiped his forehead after making way for the loo. “Argh, why do I have to have a boner in the middle of class? And… and… What the fuck?!”

Rex didn’t expect to see his rabbit ears, paws, and tail come out - after all, he only recently discovered his ability to change into the Creepy Coney. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t retract his animal features. Unless… “There’s only one way I can make my bunny ears go away, huh…”

Rex took one final look around the hall, and locked himself in one of the stalls. Even though the loo was air conditioned well enough, his body still felt hot as he let his pants fall to his knees.

Gods… Rex felt paranoid at first, but as he caressed his own cock, any noise in that hallway - save for his own whimpering - proved insignificant. He had wanted for Weevil to join him in there, but of course the aspiring valedictorian had to jump the vault instead. Still… This isn’t so bad…

Rex had an experience with touching himself that he was unusually proud of, so it took him no time at all to reach a satisfying climax - and an especially loud moan. As he pulled his pants back up and exited the stall, he showed no shame - that was, until he heard a feminine chuckle from just outside the loo entrance. “Sounds like you had quite a bit of fun in there.”

“It’s…!” Rex easily recognized the raven-haired girl. “It’s none of your business!”

“Oh, I think after seeing you practically turn into a rabbit and hearing you masturbate in the bathroom, it is very much my business.”

“Shh!” Rex rushed up to the girl and covered her mouth. “Okay, what do you want me to do so you don’t tell everyone what happened in there?”

“Shouldn’t you ask a lady what her name is before you ask her for favours?”

“But… But…” Rex stuttered.

“The name’s Amber, by the way. And if you’re wondering what I’d like from you… Just let me follow you around whenever I’d like.”

“That’s, um… Odd. You do know I have a boyfriend, right?” Rex let it slip without thinking.

“I’ve known for quite some time,” Amber replied nonchalantly. “Or have you not heard of my sneaky reputation?”

Rex wanted to hit Amber for speaking that way to him, but he knew better. “...So you just want to follow me? Even on the way home?”

“Now that you mention it, yes.” Amber smirked when the bell to end the school day rang. “Right now, if you don’t mind.”

Oh, you bet I do, Rex thought as several jealous boys glared at him. You bet I do.

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #ryuhaga #mpreg

[peterjonesparker]

I offer this knowing full well the trash fire that I am. sorry I made y’all wait over a year. hope this isn’t too bad and not worth the wait :( lots of shit going on in my life and has been going on haha. been a big year! I graduated! I'm working! trying to find a full time job! wow! but yeah...hope you all enjoy. anyhow.

tags: @spideychelle-romanogers, @redpanthers, @suplosers, @bellamywarriorblake, @spideychelleforever, @ritebeforeyoureyes, and @johnmulaneyslut. I forgot a lot of ppl I'm sure! if you want to be tagged for any future updates (maybe they won't take a year rip my life) just message me and I'll add you! and if you don’t wanna be tagged going forth, just lmk! okay, story!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven (it’s still rated e guys)

chapter seven: “I thought you might want to join me?” (ao3 link)

Michelle doesn’t realize how well and truly fucked she is until her birthday comes around. She’s been doing her very best to pretend everything has been fairly normal, just add in some making out and oral sex to the equation. (Since she went down on him, he’s gone down on her another five times and each one has been absolutely breathtaking. He’s just…so…observant.) In any case, Michelle has been trying to pretend they’re just good friends who blow off some steam together sexually.

She tries to rationalize the way he’ll sometimes grab her hand when they’re walking to class. Or how he’ll wrap his arm around her when they watch Pride and Prejudice and she tries to hide her tears at Darcy’s confession to Elizabeth. Or sometimes the way he stares at her like she’s the greatest thing in the universe and she wonders if she’s even known what it’s felt like to be adored like this.

They’re just friends, though. This is just Peter being the gentlest soul she’s ever known. He wants her to feel loved because he wants her to be happy. As her friend.

Her birthday is always dangerous territory. Because take how much care and love Peter usually gives her and multiply it by one trillion. She wakes up to a light knock on her door and Peter’s made stacks of chocolate chip pancakes, complete with bananas and Nutella that’s been warmed slightly so it spreads more easily. He’s also made her a chai latte. Or…well…he’s attempted to make her a chai latte. And he drew a heart with chocolate drizzle over the foam. He brings all this in on a tray he claims he had May send over and he’s brought the New York Times Sunday crossword.

They spend the morning cuddling together, eating and trying their best to fill out the whole crossword without any clues. (They only need to go to Rex Parker’s solution for three!) He spends the time occasionally pecking her shoulder or check or neck or simply deciding to drag his lips over the skin there. No matter what it is, she gets goosebumps wherever he touches her.

They make out for a bit and it’s soft and gentle and warm. But then he’s pulling off of her and smiling down, telling her to get dressed because he has a whole big day planned. She groans. Because, like, they were making out and she’s tired and doesn’t want to get out of bed. She also quite likes Peter being in her bed. But those puppy dog eyes of his can get her to say yes to just about anything so she gets dressed and lets him drag her around town.

They go to the coffee shop that serves coffee at the perfect temperature. The one right by the coffee shop where she and Peter first freaked out about starting college and making new friends and taking the right classes. The one where she and Peter decided to live together. The barista recognizes them and gives her their order for free.

              Birthday: 1. Sadness about Peter: 0.

Afterward they stop by a bookstore that’s stocked up with the new release of an author Michelle really likes. Then, the authorshows up and signs her book and wishes her a happy birthday and says that she owed Tony a favor. And this is just such a cute idea. Your boyfriend really cares about you!

             Birthday: 1. Sadness about Peter: 1.

They go to the park and he buys them a blanket and he watches people while she reads her new book. She also manages to drift off to sleep. Peter’s just rubbing her back so nicely and the sun was so warm and her eyes just felt so heavy. But it’s her birthday so she can do whatever she wants.

He wakes her when the sun is starting to set and takes her back home, arm wrapped around her shoulder as they walk to the train. He lets her sleep on his shoulder on the ride back and she does not dream about him because he’s right next to her and that would be dumb…right?

When they get back to their apartment, Michelle’s feeling more sad than anything else. Because she’s so happy. Being with Peter is everything she ever hoped it would be. In fact, it’s better. Because she only ever had vague ideas about holding hands and spending time together and doing sappy shit. Which they do. But they also give each other orgasms and that’s an aspect she never let herself think about before. She has all of it in her grasp, but they’re not quite there. She doesn’t know what to do about it other than feel sad.

Maybe Peter senses that, and that’s the reason he timidly says that he has one more gift for her but only if she feels up to it and it’s totally fine if she’s not. She smiles, tired but fond. “Show me.” That’s when he pulls a small slip of paper from his pocket and extends it toward her with a goofy grin.

          This coupon is good for one bubble bath

She looks down to hide the radiant smile that overtakes her face. She angles her head back up to look at him through her eyelashes, and he looks simultaneously terrified and ecstatic. “Well,” she pushes her shoulders back and gestures forward. “Lead the way.”

His eyes shoot wide and he sputters out a few breaths before “give me one second!” He sprints to the bathroom and only comes out a few minutes later, sufficiently less panicked. “Sorry for the delay, let’s go.” He grabs her hand gingerly and guides her toward their joint bathroom.

It’s set up with candles and he’s playing a playlist she’d created a while ago on his Bluetooth speakers. He’s laid out her favorite book alongside a glass of wine. When she turns her head, he’s smiling, small and shy. “I thought you should have a relaxing birthday evening.”

But then he starts to walk away and she panics, grabbing his wrist to hold him back. He turns with a raised eyebrow. “Did you change your mind?” He turns to face her fully now. “That’s really okay. I can try to plan something else if you want?

She laughs, head tilted back and smile wide on her face. He’s such a nerd. “No, Peter.” But then she’s nervous because he was going to walk away and should she really bother asking? It’s her birthday, though. “I thought you might want to join me?”

He blushes furiously, turning his head to avoid eye contact. “If you’d like.” He glances back at her quickly, a slow growing and hopeful smile on his face.

She answers by pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it carelessly across the room, whipping her head to accentuate the movement. She smiles when she hears Peter chuckle. They strip awkwardly and wordlessly, which still astounds her because they’ve seen each other naked several times by now and still aren’t used to it. But they work through the discomfort and get into the bath, her back to his as they just lie there.

It's incredibly relaxing. But Michelle still feels very unsettled. Especially because she’ll adjust a bit and Peter will gasp and she’ll feel his dick twitch. But this is a bit of uncharted territory. Because they haven’t had penetrative sex yet. Just oral sex. Handjobs and fingering, too. But penetrative sex? Nope. And of course it’s also the type of sex that Michelle finds most intimidating because it’s never as comfortable or easy as someone touching her clit. But she feels Peter’s dick twitching against her back, slowly getting hard. And she can hear Peter’s breath hitch with the effort of trying not to get hard. And it’s a futile effort in any case because she loves him and if he wanted to have penetrative sex, she would love to have it with him. She’s honestly kind of curious and is getting a bit turned on at the thought. It’s her fucking birthday, too. Which is maybe how she can justify the words that come out of her mouth next.

“Peter, are you ever going to fuck me with your dick?”

Peter stills. He’s incredibly tense. She can feel it. So she cranes her neck so she can watch him take a deep swallow, lip trembling a bit. “Is that something you want?”

“Is it something you want?”

Peter answers by wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. The angle is a bit uncomfortable, but Peter starts dragging his hands down her body. She gasps when his fingers drift over her clit, and that’s what breaks their kiss. Her head turns back to face forward as she pants, head falling back against Peter’s chest. He leans down to kiss her neck, smiling into it. It takes her an embarrassing amount of time to realize he’s actually whispering things into her ear.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” A bite to her ear lobe. “You’d like that, huh? Want to feel yourself falling apart around my dick, huh? Want to know how up the wall I’d be feeling you all around me, huh?”

Michelle gasps, nodding her head and keening. Her hands have a vice grip on his thighs as his fingers circle her clit. She’s biting her lip, trying to maintain some sense of composure. But the thought of him getting hard and entering her slowly is starting to drive her a bit crazy. Her friends all talk about proper lubrication and being relaxed and she figures an orgasm is the best way to do it, so she reaches her hand back and runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of Peter’s neck. She pushes his head down into her neck. “Give me a hickey for my birthday. I want you to make me come as you mark my skin.”

And so Peter does just that. And it’s as he’s sucking on the skin connecting her shoulder to her collarbone and his fingers are rubbing her clit in the circles she’s shown Peter how to perfect that her mouth parts on a deep moan. Then the pants begin and her chest starts to heave as the pressure builds and it starts to feel like too much in the best way possible. It’s these seconds right before orgasming that are Michelle’s favorite and she should really explore edge play with Peter or something and just thinking about exploring all these different ways to have sex with Peter who is probably the love of her life feels one hundred percent too overwhelming and she orgasms, moaning obnoxiously loudly in a way she hasn’t done before.

She feels like she maybe blacks out for a second, but when her eyes open, it’s to the sight of Peter smiling down at her, a look akin to awe on his face. And she chooses to lean into the moment and not think too strongly about it. She just lets him help her to stand up and lead her to the bed. She’s nervous but she also hasn’t been this excited about anything in a long while.

#spideychelle #Peter parker #Michelle jones #Michelle x peter #Peter x michelle #Spiderman: homecoming #Spiderman: far from home #sh #sffh #otp: I'm just kidding I don't care #I write things #eeeeep

[peytonhudson]

Two Lines || Peychuck

Tagging: @peytonhudson & @thepuckrmn

Time Frame: Friday 6 March - Night

Location: Peyton’s house. 

Notes: Fallout from here.  

Warnings: There’s talk of abortion, but nothing crazy. 

peyton

This had been one of the longest day of her life. She’d called out of work, not showed up to classes, and had left the house only to pick up Lexi from school. The minutes felt like hours, and yet she didn’t feel like she had nearly enough time to prepare herself to tell Puck. There were things that they wanted right now, things they were ready for, a baby just didn’t feel like one of them. Peyton hadn’t changed the TV from The Land Before Time series Lex had been watching before she went to bed. She glanced at it every so often, it was a poor effort to distract herself from what was really going on. Having put her phone to the side after Puck’s last text, she’d not noticed the time, so when the door opened and Rex ran from her side to the man’s legs her heart had flipped. “Hey babe,” She murmured quietly as she looked up at him. “You look good.”

puck

Puck wasn’t going to lie. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach ever since Peyton asked him if they could talk. In his experience, that question never meant anything good. Once he wrapped up work, he immediately made his way over to Peyton’s. He knelt down and played with Rex for a moment before walking over to the girl he wanted to see. “Hey, beautiful.” Smiling at her, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Puck knelt onto the couch next to her and immediately deepened the kiss. Maybe he could distract her enough that she’d forget about whatever she needed to talk to him about. “I missed you today,” he muttered against her lips as he gently pushed her back onto the couch.

peyton

Peyton’s eyes closed as his lips pressed against hers. It would have been so much easier to spend their night like this, but maybe for a minute she could pretend that everything is okay. “I missed you too,” she breathed against him, letting her body be pushed down into the couch. Her hand slid into his hair as she kissed him back just as deeply. It might have been the first time all day she wasn’t think about how everything could change. But it’s a fleeting feeling. “Puck...” She muttered as she brought her hands to his chest to push him away gently. “I want to continue this... I do. But we can’t. Can you please... Can we talk?”

puck

He pressed his body against hers, just wanting to get lost in the physical connection with her. His hands roamed over her body eagerly. He groaned as she pushed him away, resisting slightly at first before giving into her push. Sitting up, he moved back to give her room to situate herself. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair nervously. Nothing about this situation made him feel comfortable. He could tell just by the look on her face that he wasn’t going to enjoy the conversation. “Alright…I guess we should talk…” Puck shifted on the couch so that he was facing her. Reaching over, he took her hand in his and squeezed it softly. “What’s going on, babe?”

peyton

With a sigh, Peyton shifted herself to sit back up on the couch, glancing quickly at the TV to gather her thoughts before turning to face Puck. She held onto his hand tightly, mostly to make sure he didn’t run the minute she told him. Just because they weren’t ready, didn’t mean they couldn’t do it. Hopefully. “I don’t know...” Peyton swallowed, she was trying to be so careful with her words, but maybe it was better if she just rambled this time. “I don’t know when it happened, we’ve always been so careful? I know I had to take out my IUD because it had been five years since I got it in after Lexi, but I’ve taken the pill since, I swear.” Her heart felt like it was going to either beat out of her chest or stop beating entirely. There was no in between. “But I woke up this morning, and I realized I was late. I took a test, and it was faint so... it could be nothing, but I think it’s something? I think I’m pregnant, Puck. And I know this isn’t something we planned, and it’s something you probably don’t want right now, and i'm just.... I’m so sorry.”

puck

He carefully watched Peyton as he waited for her to start speaking. When she finally did start talking, it felt like the entire world shifted under him. Once she mentioned her birth control, he knew exactly where this conversation was going. A low ringing noise filled his ears. He could see her lips moving, but couldn’t process the words coming out of her mouth. His gaze slowly dropped from her face to her stomach. His heart was beating out of his chest. She thought she could be pregnant. It felt like the universe was trying to see how far it could push Puck these last couple of weeks. His grip on her hand loosened as he leaned against the back of the couch for support. Puck’s eyes never left her stomach. “I don’t…I don’t know what to say.” He moved to place his hand on her stomach before immediately pulling it away. Standing up, he shook his head slowly. “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This…this isn’t how it was supposed to happen, Peyton,” he stuttered out as he began to pace her living room.

peyton

Peyton knew this wasn’t going to be something Puck took with a smile on his face. And she couldn’t blame him for that, she was flipping his world upset down. “I’m so sorry...” She murmured again, watching the way his gaze focussed in on her stomach. She followed his movements when he stood up, crossing her arms nervously in front of her. It was almost impossible to grab his attention, but Peyton could only do what she always did when it felt like the world was closing in: talk. “I know... I know that. I just... Nothing we do is how it’s supposed to happen, Puck. We got matching tattoos within a month of seeing each other, we have no labels and yet I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, we’re not normal... We’re Puck and Peyton, and I love you, and even if you won’t tell me when you’re awake, I know you love me too.” She hadn’t meant to say the last part, it had been one secret she’d managed to keep for weeks. But probably with the way Puck is pacing it would’ve flown over his head. “I don’t want to lose you. We’re not teenagers, and... I know you. This wasn’t how it should have been, but you and I are strong enough to do anything. You have to know that.” She took a few cautious steps towards him and placed her hand gingerly on his arm. “I don’t... I’m sorry.”

puck

Puck barely heard anything Peyton was saying to him. The whole situation just transported him back to high school and Quinn telling him that she was pregnant. He could feel himself begin to panic. Everything he had planned out for his future, for their future, was collapsing right in front of his eyes. “Ma’s gonna kill me,” he muttered to himself. “I’m such an idiot. You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson the first fucking time. Always use a fucking condom, Puck. Fucking idiot.” Part of him didn’t hate the idea of getting a second chance at being a dad, but this was not the way he wanted it to happen. He wanted to move to LA. He wanted to marry her. He wanted them to be settled before all of this. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice Peyton approaching him until he felt her touch him. Stopping his movements, he glanced down at the hand on his arm and then at her stomach once more. “I…I can’t right now,” he said as he pulled his arm away. Puck felt the walls beginning to close in on him. “I need to go for a walk. I gotta get out of here.” He said as he made a beeline for her door.

peyton

Puck’s words felt like they were ripping at her heart one by one. Maybe it was because Puck was... Puck, but everything about this was more painful than telling Ben she was pregnant six years ago. Peyton held her breath, not sure she could breathe right now anyway. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she nodded and turned so she didn’t have to watch him leave.  Her heart couldn’t watch that, and with Lexi asleep following him wasn’t an option. Hearing the door shut behind him, Peyton dropped to the ground and crossed her legs underneath her, wrapping her arms tightly around the dog who curled into her lap. “It’s you and me, Rex,” she cried softly to the dog, wishing more than anything she could just turn back time and make all this go away.

puck

After spending all night drinking and wandering along the beach, Puck found himself right back at Peyton’s. The whole situation still a big shock to his system, but he was slowly coming around to it. Sure, it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen, but ultimately he did want to be a dad. And he already saw a future with Peyton. So maybe this was a good thing for them. Or at least it could be a good thing. Puck quietly let himself back into her house. He ran through everything he wanted to say to her in his head as he silently made his way through her house to her bedroom. Everything he was planning to say fell out of his head when he saw her curled up in bed. Puck carefully sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “We can do this. Together,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m so sorry.”

peyton

It got to a point in the night where Peyton realized Puck wasn’t coming back. She’d put Rex in with Lexi, taking a moment to stare at the little girl who had changed her life all those years ago. A little girl who turned out better and brighter than she could have ever dreamed when she first saw two pink lines. She could do this. Alone or not... she’d done it before. Still in somewhat of a haze, Peyton made her way to her bedroom, crawling into her blankets still in the clothes she’d thrown on this morning to go to the market. The idea of changing, or really doing anything, made her stomach sick. After staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever, her eyes closed and her sleep eventually took over. The kiss on her cheek woke her, not that it was hard. It took a moment for her eyes to come to, to realize it was Puck sitting next to her. “You left me,” she mumbled, not really knowing what else to say. She’d said everything earlier and it didn’t seem to matter.

puck

He stayed silent as she woke up. His head dropped when she spoke. She was right. He fucked up by leaving. “I know,” he said simply. “I’m so fucking sorry. I just…I panicked. I know it’s not an excuse. And you have every right to be mad at me. But I need to be here. I need to tell you that I’m going to be here for whatever you need. I’m not going to let you do this alone. I promise.” Reaching down, he softly placed his hand on her stomach. It all felt surreal to him. His child could possibly be under his hand at that moment. His chance of being an actual father. Having an actual family with someone who loved him. Puck shifted and laid down next to her, keeping his hand in place. “I’ve always wanted a future with you. The future is just…a lot closer than I thought it would be,��� he said softly. “Can I kiss you?”

peyton

She stayed silent as she listened to him speak. Anger wasn’t what she was feeling, she was hurt and scared, but she wasn’t angry. Peyton flinched for a second when his hand fell to her stomach. Nothing about the situation was the same as it had been with Ben, but remembering all the nights she’d spent alone during that pregnancy had been unavoidable. “I don’t want to be by myself,” She muttered tiredly, reaching out and brushing his hair from his forehead. “So please... if you’re going to leave again, don’t kiss me now. But if you’re really still going to be here when I wake up... If you love me enough to stay... then yes. You can kiss me.” She said in a whisper. 

puck

She had every right to say the things she said. He knew he had to be better for her. The last thing he wanted to do was be anything like his father or half-brother. Instead of verbally answering her, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to her lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said when he broke away. Puck pulled her closer to his body and tightly wrapped his arms around her. His gaze focused on her bedroom ceiling as he fought back the tears that were burning the corners of his eyes. “So what do we do now? Get you to a doctor to make sure everything is good?”

peyton

Peyton felt as though she could finally release the breath she’d been holding when Puck leaned in to kiss her. Nothing ever felt quite so daunting when he was around... when he was really around. She opened her eyes and gazed into his the hazel ones she trusted. Moving in closer to him, her fingers grabbed at his shirt, keeping her as close to him as possible in this moment. She nods at his next question, it’s what she’d done with Lexi. As far as she was aware the process hadn’t changed. “I can make an appointment with the doctor next week. They’ll tell us dates because... I can’t work it out. And then we go from there?” Peyton spoke almost as if it was a check list she had to tick off, but the more she thought about it the more she knew this wasn’t a bad thing. Being a mom was part of her, and she wasn’t bad at it. Not really. There were less than two months left of school, she could do this... they could do this. “Puck... You’re not an idiot. This isn’t your fault. Just... so you know.”

puck

He stared at her quietly as she explained to him the next steps. Quinn didn’t involve him in the very early part of her pregnancy so he wasn’t exactly sure how it was supposed to go. “Okay. I wanna be there at the doctor with you. If that’s okay.” Puck kissed her forehead softly and sighed. He shook his head at her defending him. “I am an idiot and this is my fault. I just...I got too comfortable with you and us and stopped being as anal with protection as I usually am. I just didn’t want to keep falling into the same stupid Puckerman trend. I wanted the next time I knocked someone up to be planned,” he explained with a shrug. “Also, and this should go without saying but I’m gonna say it anyways...it’s your body...so whatever you want to do I’m on board with.”

peyton

Peyton nodded. “Yeah, that would be okay.” She’d not had anyone at the appointments with Lexi, at least Ben had come to none. But if Puck truly wanted to be there, she wouldn’t stop him. She leaned in and rested her forehead against his chest listening as he told her why this all made him an idiot. “It’s not... a fault, Puck.” She mumbled as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly to stop any more tears from escaping her eyes tonight. His next words took her back a little, and after the way he’s speaking about the situation she’s too scared to ask what he wants to do. So instead she just nods, “I know. But thank you.”

puck

His hand reached up to softly massage her head as she rested his forehead against his chest. “Babe,” he said quietly. Something felt off with her. Glancing down, he shifted carefully to force her to lift her head off his chest and look at him. “Peyton. Please talk to me. Please tell me what’s going on in your head.” He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheek. His emotions were slamming against his internal wall, threatening to break him. Taking a shaky breath, he glanced down at her stomach before looking back up at her face. “I’m scared,” he admitted softly, “I need you to talk to me. Tell me it’s going to be okay. Tell me that I’m going to be good at this.”

peyton

Still grasping at his shirt, she looked up at him and leaned her cheek against his touch. Peyton sighed softly, pressing her lips together sadly when he admitted he was scared. “I know you are, baby,” she said gently before taking a deep breath. “I’m scared too. I don’t want to go through everything I went through with Ben again. But if I’m pregnant... I don’t want to not have the baby either. I know it’s not what you wanted, and the timing isn’t what you planned. But I don’t think you’re an idiot... I think you’d be the best dad. I think if you let us, we could do it together. Because I’ve seen you with Lexi, I’ve seen the way you talk about being a dad. I see you all the time. And I love you. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing, babe... or something that breaks us... and maybe I’m a little naive, but I believe in you and I believe so much in you and me. I just... i can’t get rid of a baby, Puck. P-please don’t tell me that’s what you want.” She was rambling and once she started talking it was hard to stop. Her eyes were glossy, but the idea of letting go of Puck to wipe them again was too hard. She just wanted to hold him.  Forever if she could. “I don’t want you to just respect my decision, I want you to be on the same page... Or in the same book?”

puck

His heart hurt while he listened to her, watching her eyes glisten with unshed tears. The last thing he wanted in the world was for her to feel like she could be alone in this situation. “Hey.” He brushed a tear away from her face. “I would never ever let you go through what Ben made you go through. I’m going to be with you every fucking step of the way, Peyton.” Sitting up, he pulled Peyton into his lap and hugged her tightly. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on her shoulder, just needing to be wrapped up in her for a moment. “I believe in us too,” he whispered into her ear. Puck placed a kissed on her shoulder before pulling away to look into her eyes. “We can do this. You don’t have to get rid of the baby. It’s not what I want. I want you. I want a family with you. So…I’m all in. Whatever the doctor says…I’m in.”

peyton

She believed him. Puck was a lot of things, but he didn’t say what he didn’t mean. Peyton smiled sadly and let her body be pulled into his lap, just needing to stay in his arms for as long as humanly possible. She listened to the whisper in her ear, and for the first time since she’d woken up this morning she actually could feel herself relax. Her gaze focussed in on Puck, “I want you too.” Reaching out she cupped his face in her hands gently and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. They were always better at showing their feelings physically. “All in.” She murmured against his lips as she pulls slightly. “Together.”

#para #para: two lines #para: puck #askmepara

[heather--moors]

quarantine tag

tagged by @anthemers

are you staying home from work/school?

I am staying home from both. Working from home and all my classes have moved online. 

If you are staying home, who is with you?

My family (my dog Rex is keeping me sane).

are you a homebody?

Yes and no. Yes, because if you asked me what I would do with my time if I could do anything, I would stay home. Unfortunately I am extroverted and miss things, like coffeeshops and stores and museums and libraries. I’m sure everyone does, though.

an event you were looking forward to that got cancelled? 

I was supposed to go to a sheep shearing event with my friend and it got cancelled, so we both met up at the fields and stood six feet apart staring at naked sheep. (I’m aware that this makes me A Rural Grandma)

what movies have you watched recently?

Ones that I didn’t hate were: The King’s Speech, Tinker Tailer Soldier Spy, Pride & Prejudice (2005), Jane Eyre (2011), The Edge of Love. We also watched The Fourth Kind which kept me up all night because it’s too fucking scary. I really want to watch Emma. 

what shows are you watching?

Little Fires Everywhere, McMillions, Forensic Files 2, The Outsider, Bon Appetite Test Kitchen on Youtube (I would die for Brad). 

what music are you listening to?

My friend kindly made a playlist of movie soundtracks that I’ve been listening to. Also, for some reason, Vampire Weekend? The band Sea Wolf came out with a new album called Through A Dark Wood that is just right. Favorite songs are Frank O’Hara and Forever Nevermore. 

what are you reading?

So far I’ve read The Disasters by M.K. England (YA Sci-Fi), The Glass Hotel by Emily St John Mandel (Literary Fiction), and Things in Jars by Jess Kidd (Weird Victorian Mystery). I’m planning to read the The Cellist of Sarajevo next on my kindle, through my local library. (Go read ebooks, everyone!)

what are you doing for self care?

Taking baths. Painting my nails. Walking around in the woods. Laying in the sun with my dog. Pretending I’m a Victorian widow on foggy mornings, walking through a meadow at dawn. The usual. 

I’m tagging: @fromfraytofrary @filthyhag @pokegeek151 @franbernathy @starryeyed-at-the-seaside

[dreamydream]

Fallout Characters as Vines

Butch: *sitting at a booth eating* I mean, I get complimented all the time- Lone: *bursts out laughing from across the booth* Butch: I do! Lone: *continues laughing*

Six: *puts a pen to their mouth and inhales* *exhales smoke* Blaze it. *points camera to stove* Just kidding it's from my macaroni and cheese~!

Sole: *hands empty water bottle* Here. Mama Murphy: *stares at it for a second* This bitch is empty. Yeet! *lamely throws water bottle to ground*

Rex: *running towards a puddle* Six: You gonna get wet, I ain't gonna take you home, AH he got his damn feet wet now, shit dog...

Deacon: Welcome back to me screaming. AGHHHHHHHH- *takes breath* AGHHHHHHHHHH

Lone: WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOSE?! *motions to shoes* Old Lady Palmer: They are my crocs.

Lone: Sleep?! I don't know nothing about sleep! It's summertime-! James: You better go to bed! Lone: Oh, he caught me...

Sole: Two shots... of vodka. *open vodka bottle and dumps it into glass*

Hancock: Bro, how much money do you have? Sole: 69 caps. Hancock: Oh, you know what that means! Sole: *eyes start to water* I don't have enough money for Nuka Quantum...

Sole: Let me see what you have! Shaun: *runs by and holds up knife* A knife! Sole: NO! *runs after him*

Six: I wanna be a cowboy, baby! Veronica: Hell yeah! Six: *spinning around on old playground equipment with Veronica* I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Six: Man, you sure do know your bible. Joshua: That's why they call me- ~~BibleMan~~

Six: Wanna hear a chemistry joke? Arcade: ... Six: Is that a no? Arcade: Oh sorry did you want a *looks at camera* reaction? -camera cuts to Six huddled in the bathroom crying-

Lone: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergartners- Butch: I wanna fight kindergartners. Lone: That's not even the whole- Butch: Those kids are getting slapped-!

Travis: I have a banana peel on the ground and I'm gonna see if it's really slippery like it is in the cartoons. I- *grabs cup of water and instantly slips, slinging water everywhere* UAGHHHHH

Preston: *filming group of radstags eating outside the house* Sole: *sneezes and radstags run off* Preston: Nice, Sole. Sole: I sneezed! Oh, I'm not allowed to sneeze?

Mr. Brotch: Butch has 19 bottles of dish soap, and he gives Paul- Amata: Wait, why does Butch have so many soaps?! Butch: *sitting at a desk surrounded by soap, pouring soap out into hand* MIND YO BUSINESS, AMATA!

Lone: *tries and fails to do a skateboard trick* James: Hey I used to ride skateboard. Lone: Pfft, my dad is such-what?! James: *rides by on skateboard doing a handstand*

Shaun: *holding basketball* Hey, you wanna play? Hancock: Nah, I don't really. Shaun: C'mon... Hancock: Okay, you talked me into it. Shaun: *shoots basketball* Hancock: *viciously slaps it away* Get outta here kid! *slam dunks basketball with Shaun backing away* GAME OVER!!!

Travis: How to pick up girls. *runs at Scarlett and picks her up* Scarlett: AGH GET OFF OF ME! Travis: *trips and falls* OH, FU-

Lone: Daddy can you teach me how to twerk? James: *raises eyebrows* No more tv *unplugs tv* no more computer *shoves computer in trash* We're reading books from now on, little girl. *hands Lone a book*

Arcade: Rex, I'm home. *walks into kitchen to see bloodstain and 'your next' written in blood on fridge* *gasps* This is so wrong... *dips finger in blood and corrects 'your' to 'you're'* There.

Shaun: *standing on ladder* I'm scared, Mom. Sole: Do ya trust me son? *holds out arms* Shaun: Yeah. Sole: C'mon son! Shaun: *falls backwards* Sole: *turns away* Rule number one, never trust anybody!

-Amata and Lone sitting at a table drinking coffee and Butch and Wally pretend to take pictures- Butch: Today we observe two basic white girls in their natural habitat! Whatever you do, don't touch the- Wally: *grabs a coffee and runs off* Butch: *gasps* Are you crazy?!

James: Someone called me a dilf at work today. Lone: Oh, that was so cool- James: No, it wasn't. Lone: YEAH

Shaun: Yeet! Sole: *walks into room* Eat, eat? You wanna eat something? Shaun: No mom I was just saying a random word... Sole: *holds out mutfruit* Okay, eat something. Shaun: No I'm fine- Sole: EaT thE FuckIn MuTrUit-

Lone: *wearing a graduation cap* Hey change of plans, I'm actually not going to college anymore, I'm going to hell. Um, not that excited.

Lone: So you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? Amata: *raises eyebrows and slowly looks away* Butch: Happy birthday-? Lone: *smashes glass into his face*

Deacon: Be honest, do these shorts make my butt look big? MacCready: It makes that ass look fat. Deacon: What the fuck?... thank you.

Six: I want to see my little boy~ Arcade: Here he comes. Six: I want to see my little boy~ ED-E: *beep*

MacCready: Hey can I get a sip of that water? Sole: It's not water. MacCready: Vodka! I like your style. Sole: It's vinegar. MacCready: What. Sole: It's vinegar, pussy.

Sole: I'm done with this dumbass Institute with all these fake ass people. Allie: *walks by* Hey. Sole: Hey! *walks by* ...fucking bitch.

Butch: You ready to die?! Lone: You can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch!

Joshua: This is my message to Jesus... Hey, GiGi. Sup man... how are ya?

Raider: That moment when you enter a room and forget why you went in there- Pickman: *stabs him in the back* Raider: *thinks* Oh that's right I was getting chased by a serial killer!

Deacon: Hey babe you wanna spoon? *holds up spoon* And then we can fork? And then-you can slit my throat with a knife...

Hancock: Bro, do you ever smoke lean? Preston: Smoke lean? Hancock: Wo-ow... Preston: N-no, yeah, I have. Hancock: Dude, I thought you were tight. Preston: I have, Mom-!

Mr. Brotch: Okay, is Butch here? Butch: Present. *dabs* Mr. Brotch: ...Lone. Lone: *throws up peace sign* Suh, dude.

Arcade: You ever wanna talk about your emotions, Boone? Boone: No. Six: I do! Arcade: I know, Six. Six: I'm sad. Arcade: I know, Six.

Veronica: Hey, I'm lesbian. Six: ...I thought you were American.

Shaun: I can't swim. Cait: How old are you? Shaun: Ten. Cait: *picks him up and throws him into a pond*

Butch: So basically what I was thinking of was um... Lone: *punches him* Butch: Ah, fuck... I can't believe you've done this.

Six: Do you remember one time I liked you? Benny: No? Six: Good cause it never happened. Benny: Oh... Six: Aha *flips him off* Oho

DC Guard: Detective, this is a crime scene. Nick: *holding 3 tubs of ice cream* What, is this the murder weapon?! *closes freezer with shoulder* Get off my dick!

Sole: I still don't have a New Year's resolution. Piper: You could lose a few. Danse: You could be less lazy. Cait: Don't be such a bitch- Sole: Okay DAMN!... SHIT.

Butch: *whispers* What do beavers build? Lone: A dam. James: *from other room* What'd you say? Butch: Ooh... Lone: Dad, he set me up!

-Amata, Butch, and Christine sitting at a booth- Lone: Today we observe a teenage male appeared to be caught in the friend zone! Research shows there's no escape... I've been spotted!

Six: *looking out over New Vegas* Some day I'm gonna own this goddamn town... *raises whiskey glass to mouth but quickly moves it away* Eughhh I don't like whiskey it burns my mouth!...

Lone: I'm different cause I don't like drama! Y'know?... But Christine... Christine has an STD-

Jack: What are these curious circles? *picks up bottlecap* They have little words on them, how quaint. Do poor people eat these? *bites into it* Disgusting, Edward, take it away!

Lone: This just in, folks, I'm getting reports that Butch is gay; more at 11. Butch: I'm not gay... ... Lone: This just in, folks, I'm now getting reports that Butch is still gay. Let's go to Butch who's on the scene. Butch: I'm not fucking gay!

Six: Any sauces? Raul: Hot and verde. Six: What did you just say to me? Raul: Oh, sorry. *removes accent* Verde. Six: I thought you were trying to seduce me or somethin'

Butch: What's goin' on, my name is Butch, I'm 19 years old, and I'm-... a little nervous *clears throat* He WaS a BOy, shE wAs a GirL ... Lone: I'm Lone and I think I can be the next American Idol *clears throat* I CHimE iN, hAVen'T-

Sole: *holds up harmonica* You play it and you get 100 million caps; but 100 million people will die. MacCready: *furiously plays harmonica* Sole: MacCready no-

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