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There are Lancer mechs where their core power is so heavily tied to the frame's identity it's the first thing I think of, and then there are mechs where I'm told they have a core power and I'm like "bwuh?"
#Lancer RPG#I genuinely forget Lich has a core power#though in my defense#90% of its identity is in its basic frame traits#not that the core power is bad it's just#yeah#on the opposite end of the spectrum#IPS-N Kidd#every time I go into a combat I'm like#'how quickly can I get the funny laser up and running?'
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Okay so the baby vamps is there anything that scared the boys at first while taking care of them?
I have baby vamps but right now I can’t remember their names. But I can remember the baby vamps I gave Star names
OK FIRST OFF... You gotta tell me/share more about your baby vamps to me some time!! I'd love to hear about them! And tell me those names too!🥺🥺
And to answer your question for yours truly, I'm gonna ramble a little if you don't mind~ 🤭
Now... Were the boys scared of anything in fatherhood?
𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕
The thing that scared David when it came to taking care of both Anastasia and Chris was feeding... And not the feeding you think!
It was just eating in general- especially when they started to ween off of milk onto baby food and blood. Baby vampires tend to have quite an appetite when developing and he had such an anxiety of choking its not even funny. 😅
It was actually kind of hard to spot this little fear since David seemed the most collected and calm through the early months of parenthood... But Chrysta started to notice how he'd always stare very laser focused while she fed Annie or he'd lean or rock/shift uncomfortably a lot in his chair while never breaking eye contact when she would feed Chris.
And the second one of them would cough cause they got some milk or blood down the wrong pipe, or they gagged on the spoon- even if they made a face at a new texture or taste of baby food, all Chrysta had to do was blink and David was already up on his feet quickly pacing toward her and perching himself behind her to watch or aid.
"Is she choking?"
"No, David, she's just got a little food down the wrong tube."
"Her face looks red."
"It's her natural blush, baby."
"Make her eat slower. Kid's giving me a damn heart attack."
"I can't control that hun-"
𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕
Literally anytime Tiffany cried Paul would start panicking. Was she hungry? Hurt? Fussy? Was it his fault?
As soon as he saw that bottom lip start quivering, and her eyes start to get glossy, he's already calling for Chrysta nervously.
He can't help but feel guilty afterward, sometimes he feels like he's leaving all the hard stuff for Chrysta to figure out cause he's too scared for the first time in his life of messing up. 🥺
But Chrysta was able to help him through it. Anytime he'd come to her for help, she'd simply walk him through what to do while letting him get experience till he felt a little more confident. He's much better now at it, even if he still goes into panic mode for a couple of minutes before the Daddy senses kick in.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this, Mamas..."
"You're doing just fine, Paul. See? She was just crying for her Dad."
"I guess..."
"Just wait, once those daddy senses kick in, you'll be able to handle it like a champ."
𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚
Legit everything about being a girl-dad terrified this poor man. Sure, he's raised Laddie as one of his own, and even besides that he's pretty good with kids- but when Jennifer was born, boy was he a wreck- especially due to the fact Chrysta was gonna be recovering a lot for the first few months after some birth issues.
I mean, this little girl fit in both palms of his large hands, and she was so fragile and delicate he was afraid of even breathing on her in fear she'd just break like porcelain in his arms.
He was used to being more rough and playful with Laddie, and his other coven members too, but now that he had a "little lady" on his hands, he was so scared of even letting her getting a scratch on the knee.
He was so cautious and careful of his baby girl- even to this day! Just watch this tall, quiet, brooding, and intimidating vampire go into papa bear mode when his little girl comes running up to him with tears in her eyes saying he needs to kiss the ouchy on her finger better. 🥺😭
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I've mentioned or stated before that Kat is a climber- on other things other than using Marko as her personal jungle gym.
You should watch this weird-footed toddler climb the walls of the hotel, and crawl upside down from the rafters while running away from Marko, thinking it's the funnest game to play when daddy wakes up!
Marko has different thoughts on this 'game'... 😬 wanna see Marko freak out for the first time in his life? Watch him scramble around with his arms stretched out in fear of Katherine above slipping and falling all the way down. Thankfully, she never has.
If there's one thing he wishes she never got, it was his reckless nature and dumbass energy.😔
#cherry answers#ask#cherry rambles#🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#the lost boys#tlb#the lost boys 1987#tlb 1987#the lost boys oc#tob david#tlb marko#tlb paul#tlb dwayne#tlb x reader#tlg#tlg au#the lost girls#the lost girls au
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Carving Out Time Together
This is a fill for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF223 BY CANDLELIGHT], @flufftober Day 20: Pumpkin , @fictober-event Day 20: "This better be good." @winterironbingo Oct Adoptable: Pumpkin and @tonystarkbingo K4 - Holiday Fic
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Rating: General
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Tags: Canon-divergent, Avengers Tower, Halloween, Pumpkin Carving, Pre-Slash, Jack-O-Lanterns
"This better be good." Tony grumbled; he’d spent his entire day in meetings - dawn to dusk - and all he wanted to do was stuff his face full of junk food and pass out in front of the television. It was just his luck to run into Natasha, who took him by the arm and pulled him into the elevator, pushing the button for the shared floor of Avengers Tower.
“Just humor me for a moment.” Natasha said quietly as they exited the elevator. She held one finger to her lips in a ‘be quiet’ gesture and gestured for him to follow.
They stopped just around the corner from the communal kitchen, and Natasha motioned for Tony to look around the corner.
Bucky was sitting at the table, muttering under his breath as he stabbed into a pumpkin. A half-dozen more of varying sizes and shapes were sitting on the table and counter with a box of tealight candles next to them. On the floor was a tub half-full of pumpkin pulp; it was clear he was in the middle of making jack-o-lanterns. Natasha leaned in to whisper in Tony’s ear, “Why don’t you go help?”
Tony shook his head; a little embarrassed to admit he’d never carved a pumpkin. When he was five or six he’d helped Jarvis celebrate Halloween by drawing a funny face on the side of a pumpkin. But he was too young to use a knife, and was grossed out by the feel of the pulp, so he just watched the rest of the process. By the next October, Jarvis was gone, and Tony knew better than to ask his parents to make jack-o-lanterns with him.
Natasha frowned, then gave him a push. As he stumbled into the softly lit entryway, Bucky leapt to his feet, knife in hand. “It’s just me, Sarge.” Tony quickly said, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the festivities.” He waved a hand toward the vegetable carnage. “How come Steve’s not helping?”
“He and Sam are ‘sparring’,” Bucky answered, holding up his fingers to make air quotes; Tony wondered who he’d learned that from.
“Is that so?” Tony replied with a chuckle, “I’ve been wondering when those two were going to get their heads out of their asses and admit how they felt about each other.”
“Me too.” A grin briefly lit up Bucky’s face, and Tony’s heart skipped a beat. That was another reason he’d been reluctant to do this - his stupid crush on James Buchanan Barnes. “Though I could use a hand,” Bucky continued, “if I’m going to get done on time. I offered to help Sam decorate at the VA and the next thing I knew, all this got delivered and he went and flew the coop.”
“Um, okay. Tony sat down across from Bucky; he could do this, just helping a friend out. “Though I do have to admit I’m a novice at the whole jack-o-lantern thing.”
“Huh - I figured a man of the world like you had seen and done everything.” Bucky replied with an arched eyebrow; Tony couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not.
Tony shrugged. “There’s a few things I missed out on along the way. So, where do we start?”
It wasn’t as easy as it looked; the pulp was just as gross as Tony remembered, and the rinds of the pumpkins were thicker than he expected, so his first attempt at carving a face ended up a little wonky. “You know, I have dremels and a laser cutter down in the workshop - we could be done in a flash,” he muttered.
“Sometimes the traditional ways are the best,” Bucky replied mildly, carving a perfectly circular eye with a simple twist of the wrist.
“Says the guy with phenomenal knife skills and super strength.”
“If you’d rather,” Bucky suggested, “you can sort the seeds out of the pumpkin pulp so we can roast them.”
“Ew, no thanks,” Tony grimaced. “Let’s leave that for Steve and Sam.”
Bucky grinned. “I like the way you think. That seems a fair penance. Especially if we put the tubful in the fridge first - it’s even more gross when it’s cold. Now let’s see how these fellas look all lit up.”
They took the tealights and placed them in the hollowed-out pumpkins, then Tony rummaged in the junk drawer to find a lighter. “Here, let me,” Bucky took the lighter in his metal hand. “This way we don’t gotta worry about singing our arm hair.”
“Good point,” Tony chuckled, watching as their jack-o-lanterns came to life. Once they were all lit, he reached over and turned off the lights. The warm, flickering glow sent a surprising wave of nostalgia washing over Tony; he glanced over to see Bucky staring at him with a strangely intent expression. “What, do I have pumpkin guts on my face, or something?”
“Nah. Just … this was nice, Tony.” A small, almost bashful smile lit up his face. “Thank you.”
Tony gathered up his courage. “You want to come up and watch a movie with me? I was gonna call in an order to Gino’s for a large pepperoni pizza.”
Bucky’s smile grew wider. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
#flufftober 2023#fictober23#FFF223#mcu/marvel#Day 20#flash fiction friday#writing stuff#winteriron#shameless self promo
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Pretty boy
I've been waiting to write something for this movie and well here I am.
Six x fem!reader || no warnings.
You and six have been assigned a mission together and you can't help but tease the soft grumpy assassin.
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The CIA once again wants you to do their dirty work. It's not a surprise since you're the best in the field and can almost get away with everything but they owe you big time. The worst part of it is that I'm not doing it alone this time. They've called in one of the guy from their old projects. Im really not excited to meet him at all.
"Right on time agent. Meet your partner. Six." Says denny.
I hold in a smile and nod. The man is well dressed and nice to look at. He looks as if he could split a body in half with those biceps of his.
"Your mission is to retrieve this asset. It's important for the company and the guy who has it is big on the black market."
"Doesn't seem that hard." I say
"Let me get to the good part agent. We never like to make it easy on anyone. He has trained assassins and power greater than the two of you combined. You'll need ti be careful."
He fills us out on the rest of the details which were boring boring boring. Six isn't much of a talker. We load our stuff and reach the target site.
I check the premises slowly, six is behind me.
"So what's the story behind the name six?"
He shrugs. I roll my eyes.
"One to five were taken. You get the struggle."
"Oh he does know how to talk. How exciting." I say in a whisper.
A man comes our way and six quickly knocks him out. He falls on the ground with a thud. The house is practically empty and it all seems like one big trap.
"Something seems off." He moves to the top of the stairs and scouts out the area.
"No shit sherlock." I stand beside him "Do you think they know we're here?"
He shrugs again. I might not retrieve the asset but I might just shoot a bullet thriugh his shoulders.
"Gum?" He offers taking out a packet. I look at the packet and then at him.
"You're seriously offering me gum." I say blankly.
"It's watermelon." He smiles
I take one, "Its watermelon." I mock him and he raises a brow.
"What? I'm trying to make this fun."
Another guy comes our way, I shoot him with a tranquilizer gun. We move his body to the side.
"Nothing about this is fun." He breathes.
"Okay grandpa." I stick my tongue out.
"You're a child." He sighs
"A child who is CIA's top agent. Pretty boy." I walk away from him, making my way in the house. It's silent and dark. There are no alarms or booby traps. It all seems wrong.
"You think im pretty." He says
"I liked you better when you couldn't talk."
The safe is right infront of me. It can't be this easy. There is no army. Nothing. I open it and take the asset.
"Got it." I smile.
"It's too easy." I nod in agreement.
We walk out the door we came in from. A dozen red lasers light us up. I look at Six.
"Well there you go."
"Let's give them hell." He winks.
It almost feels like hours of fighting. Which it was. It took us even longer to escape because Six got stuck in metal wires placed near the fence. He had to get rid of his vest and his shirt. Which was funny because he had to run shirtless around town and alot of old ladies winked at him. Being chased and shot at was the not so funny part.
"Im having the time of my life." I say as I hotwire a car.
He shakes his head, "Do it faster will you?"
"Nope. I like those ladies making you uncomfortable grandpa."
He smacks my hands away lightly and hotwires the car himself. I gasp at the act.
"Drive." He orders.
"What are you gonna do if I don't?" I look at him and he looks away.
I gasp, "You had a dirty thought." I poke him
"Just drive." He looks out the window.
"You had a dirty thought." I say in sing-song.
He smiles a little, "Pretty boy is blushing."
I tease him all the way to headquarters. It seemed the following had stopped no-one wants to be this close to headquarters when you're a targeted criminal. He begs me to shutup. But I just can't. He's such a softie under all that grumpy covering.
"I'll throw you out the window if you don't stop." He says
"No you won't. You're such a softie."
"I will." He warns
"You will what?" I tease him.
He pushes past me, "You had a dirty thought again. Mister you are out of it."
I laugh. I guess he's not too bad. For the most part this mission was fun even though we're all bloody and bruised. I call out to him in sing-song and I've never seen a man run faster.
"You're a child." He shouts.
"A child you had dirty thoughts about!" I shout back laughing.
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This was fun to write. I couldn't figure out an ending to this so sorry if its a little messy. I hope you like it. If you have requests feel free to make them. You can check out my pinned post for masterlist and prompts.
#the gray man#ryan gosling#the gray man fic#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen fic#ryan gosling fic#fanfic#fic request#readerxsix#reader x lloyd#ana de armas#chris evans
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Hi can I request reader who is a cat girl with hao asakura??
Hello!! Thank you for sending a request!! I hope you like it <333333
Reader is female for the record, but I'll still do this from a 2nd person POV!
Hao Asakura w/ A Cat Girl 🤍
When he first met you, he found your appearance peculiar. Whether you were fully covered in fur or not, his curiosity peaked.
After getting to know you, befriending you, etc. he'd begin to initiate small acts of physical affection.
Y'know that thing where the villain sits with a cat on their lap? That's how I see it with Hao.
Initially, it'd start with just petting your ears. He'd pet your head briefly before pulling away and returning to his original task.
Eventually, if you were both comfortable with it, you'd two would have little cuddle sessions in private.
These cuddle sessions would probably be short, since I'd assume you'd both get hot very quickly. Your fur paired with his natural heat would get uncomfortable very quickly.
Let's say that you had light footsteps as part of being part cat. I honestly think that he'd put a bell on your tail or something. Not for his sake, but for the sake of the others.
He'd seen how startled his minions would get when you suddenly showed up, so he figured the bell would help. Plus, it's fun to play with when he's bored.
If you happened to be entertained by lasers or toys, he'd wholeheartedly exploit this. He found it funny when you'd run around chasing a laser.
If you had retractable claws, he'd enjoy seeing you use them in a fight. Watching you scratch and hiss at your opponent brings him a rare spark of joy.
When he first heard you purr, if you could anyway, it was when he let you lay your head on his lap for the first time.
He had been running his fingers through your hair and rubbing your ears, not really paying attention as he basked in the rare silence.
Suddenly, he heard you begin to purr. The soft rumbling noise brought him joy, something he hadn't felt in a while. He smiled and closed his eyes, relaxing with you for a bit longer before heading back to base.
One time, he wanted to see if you could land on your feet like most cats could. Luckily, he didn't even have to do anything.
You had been sleeping on some random shelf and accidentally rolled over. You yelped, but quickly landed on your feet. He chuckled while assessing you for any injuries, finding the situation funny.
He can and will use the Spirit of Water against you. If you're misbehaving, he just makes a very light rain appear, cackling as you scramble away. If you actually like water, he'll gently dip his fingers in water and use it to rub your head and ears. It's a sweet gesture, and it acts as a form of grooming.
I think he'd really bond with you, because you'd remind him of Matamune. Sure, you were very different from his old friend, but it was the little things that you did that brought up some old nostalgia for him.
Overall, he'd be gentle and playful with you. As someone who's dealt with cats before, he'd enjoy your company and the joy you'd bring to his life.
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I’ve got some traditional doodles and Halloween cake pictures to post when I get back (maybe sooner) but in the meantime here are some Muppet ideas I wanna explore some time
-Raph meeting Fiama. Idk why my brain has latched onto this dynamic, but for some reason I want to have these two interact. Before we left on holiday I rewatched Muppets Tonight and I got to that one episode where Sal gets a book on being a chiropractor. Since Raph is an *actual* chiropractor I think it’d be funny if the these three interacted (maybe Raph gives Sal some pointers)
-Zephyr and Janice hanging out and talking about their moustached husbands, Floyd and Clifford. Zee is pretty confident but I imagine when it’s her and Janice having a girls talk she can get pretty flustered like when talking about Clifford
-Liv and Animal being chaotic. Liv is the same age as Scooter (early/mid twenties, so like 22-23) and I like think Animal is like, maybe five-ish years older then her. He’s a lot younger then the band. They but heads a lot sorta like siblings but they have their moments of being sweet and caring too
-Family stuff with Zephyr, Clifford and Rosa (I like the name Rosa so I’m dubbing their kid that). Nothing in particular I just wanna draw fluffy family stuff
-Lottie with Phoebe Fraggle. I have a small story in mind for how these two meet that I wanna write one day but I gotta finish Pheobe’s design first
-Pirate Anastasia, inspired by gollygeemel’s mermaid AU art. I imagine Anne as a sort of robin-hood of the sea. Running from the marines trying to capture her with the aid of Nemis, a kraken sea witch who ends up getting roped into the chaos. Might draw Liv as a mermaid too inspired by SkippieFritz Wooter art in this AU
-Penny and Fozzie relationship
I know I mentioned I might make Penny Aromantic, but Penny overall can be pretty blunt/grumpy sometimes, and apparently it’s a harmful stereotype that Aromantic characters fall into this trope of being “unloveable/evil” in media. I don’t want Penny to be negative representation so I’ve been debating on her just being Asexual/Trans
Penny likes jokes, including corny, silly ones. Laser told her jokes to cheer her up when they where younger so I think Penny would grow a soft spot for Fozzie pretty quickly
-Some stuff with Tiger (my design for Animal’s ma before he got adopted by Floyd). In one of the Back Stage Pass podcast episodes Animal’s actor said how he, in his interpretation, was purchased from the black market. If Animal did have a ma I imagine she’d stay on the black market while he got sold, and she’d end up in some freak show or something. This is all a loose maybe AU for another AU, I’m torn between exploring the idea or letting Animal’s backstory be a mystery since him being this weird monster creature has always been a big part of his character
But I’ve been imagining the band and Tiger interacting. How at first they’re weary of her but Tiger proves over time that she’s more intelligent that she looks
Maybe of her coming around to trusting the band before she returns home (inspired by HTTYD 3 but one day when the band come to visit her she’s got babus, and Tiger dubs them all sitters by letting her three new rapid babies clamber all over them)
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I hate that I know now exactly who your talking about. I’ve blocked them months ago Jane is absolutely insufferable
there’s a recent video made on her and it’s lowkey kinda funny bc she gets mad at a comp player for some reason. i forgot who asks to 1v1 but the person (laser) asked for no chess merchant. bc chess merchant.. she goes her anyways and funnily enough breaks main doors (they’re on coal tower, and it’s low key weird to give urself that advantage in a 1v1)
with him being a comp player he runs her like shit (though she was running the two purples that speed her up and slow survs down. basically training wheels) and when she downs him she bms him by humping him and then mori’ing him.. IN A 1V1 😭 petty as fuck
he decides to go skull merchant running the same addons as her with brutal, does the same thing and breaks main doors bc she did it first. and obviously destroys her in the 1v1 and downs her within 30-40 seconds in chase. she dcs and asks for a rematch which also ends in her getting downed relatively fast. she dcs and then goes on about how he’s a bad person spreading toxicity, that his chat is transphobic (one person accidentally called her by he instead of she and a mod quickly deleted the message and warned them. everybody else was being respectful)
she also proceeded to gaslight and project her trauma onto him very aggressively and overall was being a dick to someone who didn’t deserve it
not to mention her very entitled behavior thinking content creators need to reach out to her when she’s not feeling good (she said she was disappointed too. like she EXPECTED someone to be there for her) which is very manipulative and playing victim because nobody is entitled to be her therapist, especially when she already has one. the “jerks guide for ___” guy has a post about it on his twitter if you wanna see the ss
she’s also been outed more for gaslighting, being very aggressive and manipulative to others.
she does very questionable stuff and i hope she gets better because clearly she’s not doing well. with all the hate she’s getting just for being trans and playing sm i can somewhat see why she acts the way she does, but it doesn’t mean she gets to act like an asshole
#i really recommend watching the most recent jane video on yt#it’s kinda funny how petty she is about 1v1ing#she said ‘bc ur bad’ when he didn’t want chess merchant#LIKE NO SHE JUST GETS HASTE AND HER POWER IS ANTI LOOP AS WELL AS ANTI GEN#ITS NOT FUN EITHER WAY UR NOT DIFFERENT FOR PLAYING ‘CHASE MERCHANT’#it’s the equivalent of using guards during chase as knight#at every single loop#and then complaining when people think it’s boring#like every single loop just#drone#it’s just a zoning power like#i’m glad you chase but drones are still anti loop and reward the killer for pressing a singular button#not to mention addons also reward you just for existing in the drones radius while needlessly punishing the survivor#i can totally see why people think she’s fun though#very very very very easy#doesn’t require lots of thinking#guaranteed 4k = easy bps
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️
So ends my week of relaxation. In the past I’d start becoming angry about how quickly my time off flew by. Not this week. I made the most of each day with some lazing about thrown in.
I managed to get some time to work on Stream for Mac and do a bunch of things around the house I’d put off for far too long. Today I plan on cleaning up Kim’s car and working on my dumpster bike. But I’m open to change.
Anywho, my coffee is ready. I hope you enjoy the links.
PZ Myers • Free Thoughts Blog
Nikki Haley got asked a straightforward question: “What was the cause of the United States’ Civil War?” She staggers back, stalls for time, and finally coughs up, I think the cause of the Civil War was basically how government was going to run.
This is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows the Civil War was fought over slavery. So, either Nikki Haley is a racist piece of crap or extremely stupid. I don’t think she’s stupid.
This was the easiest of softball questions you could give a Presidential candidate and she failed miserably, that alone should disqualify her from holding office in any federal, state, or local government.
Of course she’s competing with the biggest asshole of all for the GOP nomination. Good luck with that, Ms. Haley.
Maybe this was part of her audition for the Vice Presidency? Gotta show the Orange Man how racist she really is to get the job. 🤬
Jessica Wildfire • OK Doomer
Meanwhile, a world-class trail runner named Emilia kills herself after a Covid infection leaves her with an unstable heart. Around the world, smart talented young men and women are losing their careers after Covid ravages their organs, their brains, their immune systems.
COVID is still around and still wreaking havoc on folks.
I still need to get my booster, you should too. 💉
Mike Hanley • GitHub
Over 15 years ago, GitHub started as a Ruby on Rails application with a single MySQL database. Since then, GitHub has evolved its MySQL architecture to meet the scaling and resiliency needs of the platform—including building for high availability, implementing testing automation, and partitioning the data.
It’s wild to see how big services can become. GitHub — the company that centralized a decentralized version control system — has over 1,200 MySQL databases. That’s a metric crap ton.
It also seems strange given Microsoft has their own SQL Server offering continues to use MySQL, owned by Oracle. 🥴
Joan Westenberg
Michael Cohen, the former personal lawyer and fixer for Donald Trump, used an artificial intelligence program to generate bogus legal citations in his motion for early termination of his supervised release.
The moral of the story is don’t believe everything a LLM gives you. You still need to verify the answer.
Laura Paddison • CNN
Scientists in California shooting nearly 200 lasers at a cylinder holding a fuel capsule the size of a peppercorn have taken another step in the quest for fusion energy, which, if mastered, could provide the world with a near-limitless source of clean power.
Will this pan out? If we’ve ever needed it now is the time. At the rate the climate is changing a team of scientists will emerge from their labs to announce to the world they’ve done it only to find the world on fire.
Raymond Wong • Inverse
Inside Apple’s Massive Push to Transform the Mac Into a Gaming Paradise
But will AAA games come around and make the commitment to the platform? Without developers it’s an instant failure.
Diane Duane
Can you add artificial intelligence to the hydraulics?
This is a link to a comment on a post — at least I think it is? Regardless it’s a funny read. If you only follow one link make it this one. AI is taking over all the things even if it can’t.
Alex Castro • The Verge
Earlier this year, Amazon announced plans to start incorporating ads into movies and TV shows streamed from its Prime Video service, and now the company has revealed a specific date when you’ll start seeing them: it’s January 29th.
I’m kind of surprised they don’t just bake this into Amazon Prime pricing.
Brandon Paul • Flo Racing
With over 1,600 total entries on hand for the Tulsa Shootout this week, there is bound to be some NASCAR connections to the biggest Micro Sprint event in the country.
I’m not sure how many folks not into NASCAR would know that drivers often compete in multiple different types of races throughout the year.
Sprint Cars seem to be a real favorite and winning a Golden Driller is still a highly sought after prize. Even for highly talented NASCAR drivers.
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Life with Ollie & Evie
so my children Ollie, almost five, and Evie, almost two, are both sick with flu.
it started with Ollie first two days ago-headache, muscle pain, fever of 102, loss of appetite, nausea. Ollie is not a typical sick kid. He is very vibrant and honestly, he’s funny as fuck when he’s sick. Not in the way where he can tell a killer joke, because he tries that when he’s not sick and they never make any sense. But he’s funny just in his demeanor. He’s just so chill and laidback, which is VERY different from his normal behavior (he is his mother’s son and is very tense at times and extremely sensitive). So over the last few days, I’ve been met with responses like a sassy hand wave and a “yeah, I know, don’t worry your pretty head” when I’m giving medicine or pedialyte or telling him he needs to be steadily drinking fluids to stay hydrated. (And before you think ‘isn’t hydrated a pretty big word for a four year old?’ Yes, it is. But he tells ME to stay hydrated most of the time and his favorite word is “exasperated” so his comprehension of the word isn’t odd.)
my daughter, however, is a menace to society when she is sick. And I understand why, she’s so small and young and doesn’t understand why her body feels so uncomfortable. Like my son, she is very intelligent and observant. She’s clever. And to be completely honest, I think this child will be a Slytherin when she inevitably takes her House test later in life. She knows how to get what she wants.
So at 2:00 am, in between my every-two-hours alarms to check on my sweet ones, she started SCREAMING. I ran into the room at top speed, almost took out our dog on my way because she refuses to stop running in between feet, and quickly scooped my baby up. This child looked me dead in my face and said “hi, mommy. I want some milk. And a cookie.” THE AUDACITY. I wish I could say this isn’t the norm for her, but I did say she’s a menace to society.
As I was thinking of how I’m going to tell her no to the cookie in a way that won’t induce another blood curdling scream and wake up her peacefully sleeping brother, I noticed her body is on fire. I checked her temp (102.4) and immediately took her to my bedroom so I could care for her. After successfully administering motrin for her fever, cooling her down with a lukewarm rag, and getting her comfortable with me, she started falling asleep. Until she realized my husband was asleep next to us. She shot straight up and yelled “hi, daddy! Are you sleeping? Wake up wake up, you need to love me!” She is also just like her mother.
my husband, bless him, is a local firefighter and was getting his much needed sleep in preparation for his third 24 hour shift this week. But he sat up and started talking to her sweetly and asked if he could do anything for her or for me. I was about to tell him to go back to sleep when Evie started puking everywhere….
fast forward to 6:00 am, after hours of a very fussy girl, lots of snuggles, and another dose of fever reducer….she had finally fallen asleep. I thought “this is perfect, I can get two hours of sleep before Ollie wakes up.”….and I was wrong. Evie woke up 30 minutes later and demanded Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. It is now 2:30pm and both of my babes have required laser focused attention. Ollie is on the mend, but Evie is red eyed and exhausted, yet she is still going 100mph.
hopefully we will all get a nap soon.
#motherhood#children#i’m so exhausted#sickness#i love my babies#it’s been a day#parenting#mom life#send help
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The Earth might be a hazard or threat to the universe. It is because of an effect that is like pool the game and you hit a ball and other balls hit other balls and that's how it might work yes without proper equipment to eliminate debris quickly and precisely that is huge in the moment where there's a problem this could be a significant problem. Failsafe certain place and it's similar to what I'm speaking about with these here. The people of Earth are people that Thor and Freya know and the rest of Olympus where my mother and father or Hera's mother and father and are non paternal mother and fathers they know a lot of people who are here and their soldiers and a lot of them are civilians and they're trapped with this fail safe which has been activated as far as I know others are trying to ride along my coattails and Hera's as we came up with this because there's no use to trying to survive without telling people that they have a right to survive and that these people are so heinous that their destruction is preferable under certain circumstances to have others live when we might not be able to. The Earth is being diffused after some point the fail saves might be removed and the clones are achieving that goal and they know they are and it's part of their act there's plenty of uranium left but it is being mined out.
With this being said I'm sending an urgent request and message to those of the universe of ours and you are the ones out there that this phenomena is singular here yet the universe needs to be monitored and it needs to be closely watched and kept safe I'm from anomalies or celestial events but the urgent message is that we need you to sign on the military to make sure that nothing goes wrong and then all your loving people here might survive with your help. I'm getting tired I usually don't say it but Hera is too these people are berating us and they seem to be suicidal and this is not a business or a problem for suicidal people to solve. There are those that feel they can take over Saturn by threatening to detonate Earth it'll Saturn is ready to destroy Earth they would also use that as a threat to try and take over Saturday and that's how these people are and we need military personnel and we need you now I need certain things to go now and so the Thor in Freya we need assistance with it, one of which the things he likes and I want to help him and I want others to help and have him get those bikes he has to change them up a little bit they put some funny stuff in it but they're big bites and they don't deserve them and that's where the action is right now and it is to move these hips off of me it is imperative the clones are now a massive threat and they possibly are using that thread to dislodge what they think of computers which might be running Saturn and Max as well I think it's computers or clones and we are entering a season where they think that their own would be heating up the laser and to threaten Earth to remove individuals who are valuable for hostages so once again I implore mine to sign up for the military of ours there are jobs of all kinds you can request certain duties and I employ you to I implore you to request duties that are suited for you things that you like to do things that you're trained to do and your families have to go on with you and that's the whole idea of saving you because we must be curators of the universe we must be responsible for what happens once this problem is solved we are going to use metallurgy to create ships we need at this time the process is so secretive in there are too many of these that we cannot use that but we must because we must get debris I'm from around the universe and we also must monitor stars and so forth which Thor and Freya are doing as well to make sure that they are fed well and that they are not going to exhaust your supply of fuel and possibly have a problem there's many things that he's doing that are great burden and you signing on to the military was relieved that and relieve stress because we're all smart people and we're all helpful and we all love each other and we need help and we need to badly we don't want to say it that way but we did prepare all of our programs and a lot of them are in full gear and when you see them you will be in awe but when you'll see what we have to do you know the detergent that you sign on we need many more of these mega ships and we only have a few and we need a whole fleet to properly maintain the universe but right now we're under the gun with these people threatening for a massive massive planet that is a million miles across
Zues
I too hear what he's saying and I am part of Olympus of course and I am empress and I implore ours to sign on we are under the gun and I am also under the gun because perhaps if something happened on Earth it might strike where I am and other planets we do have a fail safe in place we need others yes but at this time this is what my husband came up with there are other techniques and other things will be tried first but you only have seconds to stop a chain reaction it is a dire situation we're using biomechanical weapons of such proportion that if there's an error wearing a lot of trouble no matter what we do and the solar system needs to be controlled and currently it's not
Hera
We do command our son and daughter for their performance tonight in their duties and we're recommending them for accommodation we're also going to publish now
Thor Freya
He's young and he's a child and the race he's talking to her is used to it his boys are always pushy and brash it looks like it's kind of a nutcase like these people but that's not the case and all of our children will like this but he is especially pushy and right now he is pushing very hard and we know why in September they think they can do it or they think they're under the gun and they think they can use it and it's going to get more ugly here and nastier and our people are here and we don't need an accident so God help us please all of you sign on our people we need you now these people on Earth need you and don't want to get hurt
Olympus
We are signing on now and we're going to call Iris and make it happen and we do see the situation
People of god and goddess also our gods and goddesses
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Body I Occupy Ch 1
Wanda x R , series
Summary: You are saved by the one and only Vision, but at what cost?
You were just looking for a restroom. How were you to know this was an undercover Hydra base?
You didn’t think anything of this place. You were simply making a pit stop on your road trip, the need to pee making you pull over to the nearest vicinity that you assumed would have restrooms. You would have gladly driven the extra hour to the next rest area had you known this would happen.
You’d entered the weird building and asked the person who was guarding the door if you could use their bathroom. In an instant you were pushed against the wall being yelled at. They asked you who you were and how you found your way there. You almost wet your pants right there, but then there was a loud bang from the other side of the building and a lot of commotion followed after that.
You took that chance to run down the hallway, seeing that the doors were being blocked off. You saw the restroom sign and followed that and now here you are, hiding in a stall. You make use of the toilet. When you finish emptying your bladder, you make your way to the sink to wash your hands.
On your right, someone bursts through the door. You’re startled and freak out when they point a gun at you. This is it. You are going to die the way you prayed you would never go- in the restroom. At least you weren’t on the toilet.
You close your eyes, prepared to take the bullet. You hear the gun go off, but seconds pass and you are still breathing and do not feel any pain. You open your eyes only to see the one and only Vision, an Avenger, in your midst.
“Are you alright?” he asks. He’s taller than you thought he’d be. You are shocked and could only nod. He smiles and says, “Stay here. You’ll be safer hidden. I will be back once we’ve cleared-”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish. Someone had snuck up behind him and blasted the two of you with something. Obviously you don’t have time to see what it is. It happens so quickly. The two of you are in the air, when the superhero grabs you and wraps you in his arms, turning his body so he gets most of the impact when you hit the wall.
Your vision gets blurry but you can see Captain America rushing in and taking out the person who blasted you and Vision. And then darkness.
You hear a weird beeping noise and assume you are in the hospital, but upon opening your eyes, you see that apart from the sterile look, the room was definitely not a hospital room. It looks more like a fancy lab.
“Good, you're awake.” You hear the woman’s voice before you see her. She comes from around you. She holds a flashlight to your face. A weird laser scans your face. Not a flashlight, you assume. “Well, nothing seems off. Just go get some rest or whatever it is you usually do.”
You read her lab coat. It reads Dr. Cho.
“No discharge papers?” you ask. Woah. How long have you been knocked out? Your voice feels rough. The doctor gives a small laugh but doesn’t bother to answer. “Wanda said you could be funny.”
She leaves with that, not hearing you ask, “Who’s Wanda?”
You get up from the lab table. Was the doctor really short or did you somehow grow a couple of inches? You feel really weird. You search for your things. Your family is probably wondering where you are. They’d probably want to know why you didn’t call them at the time you said you would. They’re probably worried.
You look around the lab but can’t find any of your things. Your red hands pull open and close cabinets, but you come up empty. Red hands?
You regard your hands and sure enough, they’re red. What? You start freaking out. You rush out of the lab. You are in a hallway filled with people left and right. As they pass by, they nod at you in greeting. You approach the next person to look your way.
“Excuse me, I can’t find my things. Do you know where they might’ve put them?” your voice sounds weird. It almost sounds like you have an English accent.
“I don’t know. They’re probably in your room,” the woman suggests.
“My room?” you ask, hoping for more details.
“Or maybe Wanda’s? You’re still together, right? I’ve heard things weren’t going so well, but I’m rooting for the two of you. An unusual couple, but a cute one, you know?”
“Sorry, Wanda?” You look at her confused. You don’t know a Wanda and you also are not in a relationship as far as you can remember.
“Oh, you are probably wondering where she is. Um, last I saw her she was in the training room with Captain Rogers,” the woman informs you. Maybe you will go see this Wanda. Everyone keeps bringing her up. Maybe she can tell you what is going on.
“Thank you.” The woman nods and is about to walk away when you realize you don’t know where the training room is and you stop her. “Wait! Where is the training room?”
“Where it’s always been?” she looks at you oddly. Then she tells you how to get there when she realizes you were actually waiting for her to answer you. “Are you feeling okay, Vision?”
“Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you for the help,” you reply. You begin to walk in the direction she directed you, but after a few steps something she said springs up in your head and you turn around to ask her, “What did you call me?”
However, she’s no longer there to answer your question.
You begin rushing down the halls in search for a mirror. People around you greet you but you ignore them.
“Hello, Vision.”
“Vision, good to see you awake.”
“Vision.”
You see the sign for the restroom and rush that way. You enter the restroom in a hurry, some women exiting and giving you odd looks. You run over to the mirrors in front of the sinks and you understand why those women looked at you strangely.
What you see in the mirror explains the red hands but it brings up a whole load of other questions. Instead of the face that’s always looked back at you in the mirror is the face of Vision.
“What the fuck?”
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could probably use some lighter courser ask storm prompts after all those whumpy angsty sounding ones, hmm. companions react to sole builds a raider cage but decides to see what happens if they bait it with fancylads, discovering later that it consistently traps coursers. each companion's personal part has them open it to find a different random courser inside, including named ones like x6, z2, & chase (who has some explaining to do). the jarring ooc surreality of the situation is amusing.
Ada: “You seem to be stuck.”
The courser inside glanced up at the sound of her voice, box of snack cakes in hand, and slowly nodded. “I didn’t realize it was trapped.”
“Usually this is baited with chems in order to trap raiders,” she said, beginning to fiddle with the release mechanism. “I am unsure why it is baited with cakes this time, but I’m sure it’s just a mistake. Don’t worry, you’ll be out shortly.”
“Thanks,” they said, slowly getting to their feet.
“Here, another box for your troubles,” she said, pulling one out of her bag. “Though I don’t believe I caught your name.”
They took it with a nod. “I’m X4-18. Nice to meet you.”
“I am Ada. My apologies for the inconvenience.”
“No problem,” X4 said. “Thanks for getting me out.”
In a flash of light, they were gone.
Cait: A rattle from inside the raider cage gave her pause on her way back home. She almost didn’t stop, the raider cage was sole’s problem after all, but what the hell. She was a little on edge today, and maybe beating the shit out of some unsuspecting soul would do the trick.
“Hi there!” A voice said from inside.
That gave her pause, but she went on fiddling with the lock. These things were usually baited with drugs after all. Wouldn’t be the first cheerful raider to come out.
The door swung open to reveal a blond courser, grinning ear to ear.
“I seem to have found myself in a bit of a predicament,” he said, sticking out a hand. “X7-22, nice to meet you. Don’t suppose you’re willing to help me out?”
A courser? Hell no. Slowly, she shook her head and started closing the door again.
“Hey! Wait a second, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement.” He shifted to stay visible through the gap in the slowly closing door. “There’s gotta be something I can offer you. Money? Supplies? Anything? Come on, talk to me-”
With a click, the lock re-engaged. She dusted off her hands.
Coursers in the raider trap. Now that was a problem for sole.
Codsworth: “Oh, dear.”
He slowly hovered around the cage. The courser watched him with wary, predatory eyes. Codsworth made a noise akin to a sigh.
“They never learn.”
The courser opened their mouth to protest, but he waved his saw arm through the air, cutting them off. “Sole simply refuses to listen! I told them nothing good would come of this, and now look where we are. A courser is stuck in the raider cage. No good!”
He poked at the lock, still griping. “The raiders I could understand. No-good hooligans need to be disposed of. But this is madness. What is there to gain?”
The courser had shrunk back into the cage, presumably having realized that this lock was not built to be opened by a Mr. Handy, and they were going to be stuck listening to what he had to say for a while.
At least there was snacks.
Curie: “Pardon me.”
An unfamiliar voice made Curie jump, and she spun to see a man with slicked-back brown hair staring at her from the raider cage. She stiffened and turned back around.
“Ah, c’mon,” he said. “Don’t ignore me. I’m harmless.”
“I have no interest in speaking to such an unsavory character as yourself.”
“Not even a little sympathy for a fellow synth?”
She glanced back behind her, eyeing the man in the cage. He gave her a slick smile.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Z2-47″
She frowned a little, gears turning. So he was a synth, and a courser at that. And by all accounts, she was a synth that needed to be brought back to the Institute.
...Hadn’t sole said something about needing to kill a courser?
She took one last look at him, still looking every bit like the cat that ate the canary, and put on her best smile. “Oh, but of course I will help you. I simply must find the person with the key. If you will wait but a moment, I will bring them.”
Not waiting for a reply, she went off in search for sole.
Danse: The trap’s mechanism was very simple. The cage was built so that you had to step inside to get the bait, then the weight triggered the door to close and lock behind you. Sole had built it to trap raiders in, usually baiting it with chems, though he couldn’t say how many times they’d sent him to go get Hancock out of there. That ghoul never learned.
Today, though, it was him eyeing the cage from across the street. Yesterday, he’d seen sole baiting it with no less than three full boxes of Fancylads Snack Cakes they’d pulled out of an old vault. That meant they were in pristine condition, untouched by the taste of radiation. He’d been too shy to ask them for one of the boxes, and now seemed to be his chance. He just had to get them out of there.
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he approached the trap, bracing one foot against the small step up into the cage and curling his right hand around the doorframe. If he leaned in, he should be able to...
Evidently, lose his balance and fall in.
With an unceremonious crash, he toppled to the floor, door slamming shut behind him. For a brief moment, he stared around at his surroundings, truly confused on how this had happened.
At least he hadn’t landed on the snack cakes. Might as well make the best of a bad situation, right?
Deacon: “Well this is awkward.”
Chase glared up at his mischievous grin as he asked, “So, how’s the weather in there?”
“Exactly the same as it is out there. Let me out.”
“C’mon, Chase. At least finish the snack cakes. That’s what you’re in there for, after all. Don’t tell me you ate them already.”
She glared at him in lieu of a response, and he fake gasped. “Chase, there was, like, three boxes in there!”
“Coursers burn calories very quickly.”
“Probably all that running and shooting and all.” He sighed and started to fiddle with the lock. “Well, no sense in leaving you in there. You’ve got work to do after all.”
“This stays between us. Understand?”
He laughed and said, “Sure. Between you, me, Glory, Dez, whoever they tell...”
“Oh, you’re impossible.”
Gage: The satisfaction he got from seeing a locked raider cage was like nothing else. Commonwealth raiders were stupid bastards, and if they were dumb enough to go into a very clear trap, well, they were dumb enough to die.
He chambered a round in his rifle as he swung open the door.
An Institute courser snarled and swiped at him with a very large, mean-looking knife. He narrowly dodged, shifting to dodge her second strike, and slammed the door in her face. An unholy screech of metal on metal echoed down the street, and he winced.
“Damn,” he muttered. “Coursers these days.”
The whole cage shuddered as the synth inside slammed herself against the door, shouting obscenities. He took a step back, debating whether or not he was willing to open it up again. On the one hand, there was a synth that needed killing. On the other, well, he still had one eye left, and he was keen to not lose it to a very pissed-off courser.
“Overboss!” he shouted up the street. “There’s some kind of feral thing in your cage.”
“What? Hold on, let me come look, just give me a second...”
A second was never just a second with the Overboss. He sighed and resigned himself to a very long wait.
Hancock: "Well, hey there.”
“Oh! Monsieur Hancock. What wonderful timing!”
Curie grinned up at him with a smile to light rooms, and he almost shielded his eyes against the brightness. Geez, this girl was bubbly.
“Whatcha doin’ in there, Curie? I don’t take you for the raider type, and last I checked chems weren’t your style. Mine, yes. Yours, no.”
“It is a funny story, really,” she chuckled. “I saw this box of snack cakes inside. They are in pristine condition, and one of my few vices, so for a moment I simply was blind to the fact that-”
“Snack cakes?” Sure enough, there was a mint condition box in Curie’s hand. “Holy shit, share.”
In a flash, he ripped open the door and launched himself at the second box of snack cakes. And damn, were they good. Untainted by the taste of radiation, they were perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, sponge still moist, coating still soft. Heaven in a crinkly plastic wrapper.
“Um, Hancock? Is it not rather cramped for the both of us?”
Oh, yeah. He’d landed right on top of poor, unsuspecting Curie. “My bad. I got excited.”
“Oh, no, that I do not so much mind. I simply wonder how we are going to get out now.”
Shit.
MacCready: “The way I see it, this stands to become a mutually beneficial exchange.”
Ol’ Z2 looked disgruntled, but asked, “How so do you mean?”
“I mean we could both gain something from this. I let you out of there, and you offer me something in exchange. Sounds fair, right?”
“Maybe.”
He rocked back on his heels. “So, what do you have to offer?”
Z2 frowned and dug around in a pocket. “I have some fusion cells.”
MacCready rolled his eyes. “No good. Sole’s got tons, and I don’t use a laser weapon.”
“I have a few bottlecaps.”
He squinted into the cage. “What, like, ten? Yeah, no. Not gonna cut it.”
“Well, then I’m afraid this won’t work out. Coursers travel light.”
MacCready tutted, tapping a finger against his chin. “I don’t know, that coat of yours looks pretty snazzy. Bet it’s well-armored, too, huh?”
Z2 looked almost offended. “Are you suggesting that I hand you my coat?”
“The way I see it, you don’t have much of a choice. You can hand me the coat and get out of there, or wait for a less sympathetic person to come along and shoot you like fish in a barrel. Your call.”
It took only a moment’s hesitation before Z2 agreed.
Nick: "...Danse?”
Former Paladin Danse’s head shot up, and for the first time probably ever, he actually looked happy to see him. “Nick?”
“What on Earth are you doing in the raider cage?” He cut him a sideways glare. “Don’t tell me you picked up a chem habit.”
Danse looked appropriately embarrassed, and held up a box of snack cakes. “No. These were the bait this time, and I rather foolishly thought I could retrieve them from the trap unharmed.”
“Isn’t the whole point of the trap that you can’t get them out without falling in?”
“Of course, and I knew that. I simply allowed my pride to get the better of me. I should have left them alone, but couldn’t resist the temptation.”
Nick just shook his head. “Well, at least you can admit it.”
“Would you mind letting me out? It has been a significant amount of time.”
“Yeah, fine.” He set about picking the lock. “I assume you’d rather keep this between us.”
“If that’s an option.”
“I guess. Wouldn’t want someone spreading it around if it was me.”
“I appreciate that.”
Old Longfellow: There was a long moment of silence. He stared into the raider cage. Reinhart stared back, still slowly chewing on a snack cake. The eye contact seemed to last forever as Longfellow tried to figure out what the actual hell Reinhart was doing.
“Did you need something?” Longfellow finally asked.
“Did you?”
“I’d like to know what you’re doin’ in there.”
“I’d like to get out of here.”
Longfellow folded his arms. “You answer me, and I’ll let you out.”
“I wanted the snack cakes,” Reinhart replied, sliding an open box across the floor. “Here. There’s still a few in there, if you want.”
“I’ll pass, you keep ‘em.”
Reinhart slowly slid the box back toward himself. There was silence again.
“So are you going to let me out, or...?”
“Right, right. Yeah. I guess I’ll go find sole, they probably have the key...”
Piper: Piper Wright looked and felt every bit like the cat that caught the canary.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here.”
“Miss Wright-”
“For the first time, we have a courser who has embarrassed himself in media res. Incredible!”
“Piper, please-”
“X6, can I get a quote? What do you have to tell the people?”
She held out a fake microphone, which was actually a rolled up copy of the Publick. He just sighed and said, “Could you please let me out?”
“Not a chance!” she laughed. “At least, not until you tell me how you got stuck in there. I mean, c’mon X6, a raider cage? You’ve gotta be smarter than that.”
He visibly deflated. “Unfortunately, Fancylads Snack Cakes are a common vice among generation three synths.”
Piper practically crowed with delight. “Snack cakes! You’re in there for snack cakes!”
“Yes, if you could just-”
“Sole!” she shouted up the street. “You gotta come see this!”
X6 resigned himself to the fact that he’d never live this down.
Preston: The person in the raider cage was not a raider.
She glared at him through the bars. He could only stare back in shock.
“You’re a courser,” he finally managed.
“No shit.”
“How... how did you get in there?”
She hesitated just a moment before replying, “Snack cakes.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Dammit, sole. Everyone told you this was a bad idea, but you did it anyway?” To the courser, he said, “I’m sorry about this. We’ll get you out of there, promise.”
“Thanks,” the courser replied, then added, “I’m X9-96.”
“Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen. Nice to meet you X9. I’m no good with locks, so I’ll need to go get the key. Will you be okay in there until I get back?”
She shrugged. “So long as no more rifle-toting raiders come by, yeah. No promises I won’t kill him if he comes back though.”
So Gage had been by. Just great. Under his breath, Preston muttered, “Be my guest.”
#okay yes they're not ALL coursers#but the comedic value was just too good for some of them#x7 and x9 my beloved#anyway i really liked this one#i hope y'all think this is funny lol#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#fo4 companions#fallout 4 companions#fallout 4 companions react#cait#codsworth#curie#danse#deacon#gage#hancock#maccready#nick valentine#old longfellow#piper wright#preston garvey#x6-88#chase
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hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3
of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods.
Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers
miguel:
you and miguel are so close
the age difference does not affect him at all
he is very protective of you before cobra kai
but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈
let’s just say that this kid is bothering you
miguel definitely notices and scares them off
you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that
“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”
you were so excited for him at the all valley
you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything
miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do
karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you
miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads
“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺
you wear his hoodies all the time
they are very big on you, but very comfy
you help him with sam
“i punched her in the face” “what why?”
“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”
when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it
“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy”
johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel
y’all hang out together
his friends are your friends and vice versa
your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”
when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny
“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”
but then you cry into his chest
when miguel wakes up you’re at school
you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up
you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him
“i love you too y/n now get off me”
you can’t keep up with his love life
“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?”
overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother
robby:
you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)
you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)
“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”
when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift
you actually go to school, unlike him
“just skip y/n” “no robby”
it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again
“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him
you go to the skatepark with him
he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)
when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to
he feels so awkward about it
“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”
robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)
i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions
like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something
he also knows how to cheer you up :)))
“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”
when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him
because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that
you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves
“why can’t she just be our mom?”
when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies
but quickly explains that he can’t leave you
daniel tells robby that you can come too
“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”
you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point
“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room
when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him
you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go
“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”
you just understand each other
when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too
you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you
you have many arguments about this
“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”
robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny
the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do
eli/hawk:
okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what
you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once
you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)
you encourage him to do karate
when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him
now the roles are reversed
hawk protects you now
no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him
i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you
“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”
sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉
he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”
you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli
“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*
“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”
“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”
one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch
“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you
hawk has a proud brother moment
anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”
his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you
“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”
“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!”
as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it
as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs
“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”
when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks
you confront him about his new behavior
“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!”
you’re crying and then storm off to your room
that breaks him
is highkey the start of his redemption
when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”
literally motivates him to fix things
you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back
you hug him so tight
“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”
bonus demetri:
he is a nerd, you are a nerd
the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together
“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”
you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic
it gets on your nerves
bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt
“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”
even though you’re a nerd you’re cool
like you have a lot of friends in your grade
“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume
listen to his rants about how eli’s changed
you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out
so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do
“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone”
demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do
if you do join great more sibling bonding
if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties
y’all go to the comic book store together
its sibling bonding time
you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing
“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!”
you sign his cast first
you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand
you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮
“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”
very obvious about your distaste for her
when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary
“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”
eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms
“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”
your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing
bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:
you are older than him by like a year
but you’re still besties for life
you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai
“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”
you always ruffle his hair
cheer for him at the all valley
“yeah bert!”
but also like you can’t watch
when he gets eliminated you cringe
he’s sad about it
“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great”
your opinion matters so much to him
he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺
seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft
“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?”
bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero
y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period
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How about companions reacting to a sole survivor who has a pet parrot? They were on their shoulders when they made it to the shelter and were allowed to be frozen with them because it was either a service animal or the survivor just refused to go in without them. The parrot can talk and likes repeating phrases, and even alerts people to danger ahead of time.
Ooh, this is a unique idea! I love it! 🥰💖💖💖
Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! 😁💙💛
Cait - Really likes how it can alert people to danger before it is upon them, but the talking thing is kind of a turn-off for her. She definitely does not really appreciate how it starts squawking crap that is negative toward her that sounds suspiciously like it's in Piper's voice.
Piper - Is really curious about it, and thinks that the way it repeats what people say is absolutely hilarious. She actually starts telling it all sorts of things in hopes of it repeating them. The highest on her list to teach the bird is "Cait sucks!" Of course, she also makes jabs at several other people. Especially Danse.
Curie - Is absolutely fascinated with the creature, and loves the fact that she can so readily get a really good look at a species that is practically unheard of in the Commonwealth. She loves to examine the bird and lift its wings. She also thinks it is very entertaining when it repeats things in her accent.
MacCready - Thinks the pet is pretty awesome. However, the moment that he accidentally lets a curse slip from between his lips, the parrot jumps on it like stink on crap and everyone knows he was the one who taught it that because it imitates his voice perfectly.
Deacon - Absolutely loves the way that it repeats phrases, and he wastes no time in contributing his own sarcastic comments to the bird's repertoire. Between him and Piper, the bird is spouting all sorts of jibes and hilarious one-liners. He also appreciates the bird's ability to detect things before they arrive because it allows him to better spy on people.
Codsworth - Is ecstatic to see the family pet back to where it belongs, and he eagerly takes care of the creature for F!Sole. He loves to praise the bird and give it treats when he can. He also really likes the way it repeats phrases and can even imitate his accent perfectly.
Hancock - When he first hears it talk, he sort of thinks he might be high. No animal talks. But after he figures out that this one has the ability to imitate, he is much more fond of it, and he likes to listen to it repeat phrases. Except when it starts spouting Piper's crap about him being the second-worst mayor around.
Danse - Is very pleased with how the bird alerts people of danger before it comes, and it allow him to quickly prepare so he can meet enemies with the business end of his laser rifle. However, he does not really like how it talks so much and imitates people constantly because it oftentimes sounds just like Piper saying, "Danse is a giant fuddy-duddy." However, he has secretly tried to teach it how to say Ad Victoriam, but it never picks it up unfortunately.
Preston - Thinks that the parrot is pretty entertaining, but he mostly appreciates it for its danger-alerting abilities. It has saved the Castle from several surprise raids, which he is very grateful for. Many of the Minutemen are big fans of the bird, and they all make sure to save up treats for it whenever it comes by for a visit with the General.
Valentine - Really likes the bird, and thinks it's very charming in its own way. He thinks that the way it imitates the others is cute, and Piper as well as Deacon's contributions to its vocabulary are really funny, and he has to hold back a chuckle when he hears Cait letting loose an unending flow of curses after the bird calls her a "red-headed woodpecker" in Piper's voice.
X6-88 - Does not like the bird at all. He thinks that it makes for an inviting target because it is so brightly colored and because it is constantly talking all the time. Honestly, he sometimes feels like shooting it. However, he does not because it means so much to F!Sole and it does prove to be useful in warning people of upcoming danger.
Dogmeat - Is very happy to have a new friend even if this animal is not at all like him. He is disappointed to find that the creature does not like to play fetch or run around Sanctuary, but he is very happy when he figures out that it likes to bark just like him.
Strong - Thinks that the bird is really, really annoying with all of its talking, and he honestly just thinks that it would make for good eating. However, when he finally figures out that the creature is able to alert them of danger, he sees more value in the animal. But he still kind of wants to know what it tastes like.
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TWO GHOSTS III | MATTHEW G. GUBLER
It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Read PART 2.
Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!
Word Count: 3.9k.
Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.
SOUNDTRACK:
Closure - Taylor Swift
Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance
Bang the Doldrums - Fall Out Boy
It’s a cliché.
Your life, certainly.
And the saying, as it goes, that the show must go on.
You’re blindsided. You’re a little nauseated, and irritated. You’re looking at Matthew, you’re thinking no one’s told him what’s going on, either.
But the two of you make eye contact, for just a few seconds, then his eyes rake down your body, pausing to take you in. Your dress, black against your skin, tight against your body. You hold his gaze as it returns to your face — your lips, your cheekbones, your eyes.
And a mutual understanding is formed. Silently, through nothing but an exchange of looks.
“After you,” Matthew smiles, politely, holding his arm out in front of his torso.
“Wow,” you smile, your voice kind, formal, as you pass him by. “How professional of you.”
He can’t help but chuckle to himself. He looks down, shakes his head, and he puts his hands in his pockets. You can feel his eyes running over your skin like a laser, tracing the shape of your spine, and you nearly tip over in your heels.
Ramona goes to follow you, and Matthew’s aligns beside her, working up the urge to speak.
“[y/n] didn’t . . .” he whispers, pausing to lick his lips, point up ahead at you you trailing down the hall. “She didn’t agree to this, did she?” he asks Ramona.
“Look,” Ramona stops, turns to Matthew, holds her palm up to silence him. It works. He stops, his words, his footsteps, come to halt. “I don’t know the story, but . . . I don’t think I’m supposed to talk to you. So . . . anything you want to . . . ask about or say to [y/n], then — then, you can say it to her yourself.”
And she quickly scurries away to catch up with you. She pauses, turns around, tells him, “I love Criminal Minds, by the way.” And she continues on her way.
Matthew laughs.
You’re already standing, set and center, ready to walk on stage on command. You look out at the crowd, each individual face. The bright lights. And you hate to be dramatic, but you’d give anything to not be here right now. Seriously, anything.
“Hey,” Ramona murmurs, walking up behind you. “You alright?”
“It’s too late for me to get out of this, isn’t it?” You ask.
“. . . a little bit,” she nods.
Matthew joins, taking his place behind the curtain, waiting to go on stage. You look over at him, let out a deep sigh.
“Okay,” you shrug, look forward. “Let’s do this, then.”
There’s an art to every interview. To being a polite, and attentive, and humble guest. For 30 minutes, for an hour, forever. It seems to be muscle memory for both you and Matthew. You flash your smiles, and they’re wide, they’re bright, they’re pretty, and completely, utterly inauthentic.
You put on a show for the crowd. You’re not an actress, but anyone who thinks you’re enjoying yourself has been fooled. And that’s enough for you.
You laugh along as questions bounce back and forth, the interviewer leaned over his desk as he speaks to the both you. There’s a gravitational pull that fights and fights to make you look at Matthew. It catches you once, and the two of you awkwardly avoid eye contact by averting your heads from one another.
Your eyes flicker over to the timer offstage, counting down the minutes until the interview was officially off air. It wasn’t until twenty minutes were left on the clock, that the questions became, a bit . . . pushy, to say the least.
“So, you and Matthew went to college together, is that right?”
“Yes,” you nodded, only looking to Matthew for a second of acknowledgement, before returning your glimmering smile to the host. “Yes, we did.”
“Were you two friends?” he asks. “Now, I don’t know why, but I see you both being in very different cliques,” he laughs, the audience joining.
You giggle, nodding, “Um, yeah, yes, I would say we were friends.”
“And what would you say, Matthew?”
“Eh, I’d say we were acquaintances,” he jokes, giving a shrug in response.
Everyone but you finds it funny. You cross your legs, passive aggressively, biting down on your bottom lip.
“Oh, so she was in with the cool crowd, is that what it was?”
“Hm . . .” Matthew hums. “Define cool?”
Your laugh is dry, quiet, drowned out by the laughter of the crowd. Your eyes are glued to your shoes, your feet swaying back and forth on your heel.
“But in all honesty . . .” Matthew adds. He leans over, puts his arm around you. It was the one thing to make you lose all sense of clairty, lose your solid ground. You shuffled in your seat, awkwardly, straining your face just to keep your smile in place. “If I could describe knowing [y/n] in college, in one, single word, it’d probably be . . .” he turns his head to you, slowly, “. . . exhausting.”
His voice comes out in a joking manner, and it prompts another uproar of laughter, which drowns in your ears as you gaze at Matthew. Your face is laced with a numb, distant kind of hurt.
Fifteen more minutes on the clock.
And you spend every one of them with a fire burning in your belly. Burning, and burning, until it filled your entire body.
Ramona runs up to you the second you step off stage, happy, beaming, “That went well! You were composed, funny, you handled his nosey ass questions with, like, no visible reaction.”
Continuing down the hallway, you focus on the steps ahead of you, counting down to the moment you return to the sanctuary of your dressing room.
“And the way you subtly promoted the show without being too pretentious, I mean, very well done. I — oh —“
She’s cut off by the door slamming in her face, as you disappear into the private room, leaving yourself to find peace. Stability.
“. . . I’m still proud of you!” Ramona shouts through the barrier. You sigh, close your eyes, rest your back against the cold wood. “I’m going to call you a car, I’ll be back!”
It’s not until you hear her retreating footsteps, that you take a seat at the vanity set to the side of the room. You put your head in your hands, unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Unable to do anything but sit, and feel.
Ramona weighs on your mind, and you can’t seem to shake the guilt of sending her away, so cold, so unfair. You huff, and rise to your feet. They’re swollen, and achey, from the pair of heels encapsulating them, but you push through. You march up to the door, and as soon as you swing it open, you walk down the hallway.
“Ro?” you call. “Ramona!”
And as if an invisible force knocked you back, jilted you in your steps, you stop. You turn your body, looking to the door at your left. It’s a magnetic attraction. You know he’s in there. Hell, you know he could walk out at any moment. But you stay, stuck in front of the barrier like a deer in headlights.
“No,” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. “No . . . “
You walk away. You make the decision to walk away. But you only manage to make it a few feet . . . before you’re turning back around.
Your knuckles rasp on the wooden door, and you cross your arms as you await an answer. When Matthew comes to the door, the first thing you notice is that his tie has been removed, the top buttons of his shirt undone. Your breath catches in your throat, but only for a moment.
He exhales, “Haven’t we used all of our time for today?” he quips, tilting his head as he looks at you.
“I just want you to know that this is not . . . fair,” you tell him. “I have been polite and understanding, and you have been . . . a dick.”
He stands up straight, physically taken aback by your words, and the venom with which you speak them. “Have I?”
“Yes. You are being petty, and mean, and dragging this out for no, damn, reason, Matthew Gubler.”
“I didn’t know there was anything to drag out,” he shrugs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he goes to close the door, right in your face. But you catch it with your elbow, force your way in.
You slam the door behind you, standing firm on your feet, firm in your anger. “No, no. You don’t get to treat me like this. Whatever is bothering you, whatever issue you have with me, that doesn’t give you the right to slam the door in my face, and disregard the fact that you have been an utter asshole!”
“Oh,” he backs away, snidely clicking his tongue at you. “We’re getting into a screaming match now?”
“What the fuck is your deal, Matthew?” you seeth. “You’re mad, you’re hurt, I get it —“
“I’m not mad, I’m not hurt. I’m . . . annoyed, more than anything.”
“Oh, please,” you scoff, crossing your arms. “The way I see it, there’s two options, here. Either, you’re still mad, and you want to hurt me. Or, you want to fuck me so badly, you’re just making yourself look stupid!”
A lot has changed. Too many things to count on one hand.
But the way Matthew’s eyes darken . . .
The way the wire snaps.
It hasn’t changed, at all. His irises are still as dark and intense, as they always were when they were focused on you. Dreamy, and powerful. Almost, hypnotic.
It’s hard to tell exactly who kisses who, first.
So, we’ll call it a mutual decision.
Your bodies collide, fall in sync with one another almost automatically, as you hold his face in your hands. His skin feels different, covered by a layer of scruff. But his mouth tastes the same.
Addicting.
You drop your jaw, let his tongue slide between your lips. He moans into the kiss, and his hands grip onto your waist, pulling you closer. Closer. Until you can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You offer no resistance as he sweeps you off your feet, instead wrapping your legs around his waist.
Your back slams into the wall, and you gasp, tangle your hands in Matthew’s hair. It curls around your fingers, and he hums at the sensation of your fingertips grazing his scalp. His hands make their way underneath the hem of your dress, maneuvering up your thighs, onto your ass.
He pauses to put his forehead against yours, watch the drool drip down your lips. “You want it as badly as I do . . .” he whispers, heaving as his breath reels from the kiss.
“Shut up.”
“Don’t you?”
“You’re ruining it, jackass,” you spit.
“Mm, that’s what I thought,” he grins into another kiss, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. His hand wraps around the elastic band of your panties, tightly, and he uses minimal strength to rip the fabric apart. It pops against your leg, and you squeak out loud, causing Matthew to chuckle against your lips.
Your dress rides up your thighs, bunching up around your waist, while your hands work quickly to undo Matthew’s belt. His stomach is flushed, and warm under the thin material of his shirt.
He grunts into his mouth as you free him from his boxers, stroke him in your palm with a familiar and steady rhythm. He could’ve fallen to his knees right then, right there. But he didn’t. Because, God, he’s going to fuck you if it was the last thing he ever does. He’s going to do it well, and he’s going to make it quick.
Pinning you to the wall, he spits on her fingers, covering them in his saliva and reaching down to touch you between your legs. You whimper into his mouth, pleading, begging for it.
Matthew pulls away from the kiss only to watch your face, to see your eyes roll back as he pushes into you. Again. For the first time in so long. Your entire body, just, relaxes, and you melt into each other, weak already.
His hips push forward, forcefully, until he’s buried inside of you, and you can’t help but let out a loud whine. He puts a hand over your mouth, his forehead against yours, and begins to move your bodies in this slow, steady rhythm. Your back is moving up and down against the wall, and your moans are aligning with every one that comes from Matthew’s mouth.
The two of you can’t keep your eyes off each other, as though neither of you can believe this is happening. That you’re here. With each other. Bonded. Chained. Like there was no amount of fate, or time, or distance that could keep you apart.
Matthew buries his face in your neck, trying to contain his high pitched groans. He absentmindedly starts to increase his pace, encouraged by the way your nails rake down his back. You rest your head back against the wall, you eyes screwed shut and your mouth wide open. His fingers slide between your lips, and muffle the loud squeaks that won’t seem to stop.
And you’re not sure if it’s him, the way he’s only gotten better, and manages to hit a golden spot inside of you with every thrust. Or, if it’s the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in a while. But when Matthew takes his hand away from his mouth, starts to rub your clit, you yelp.
“Shhh,” he cooes, but follows his soft order with a roll of his hips.
Your body is completely rested, dependent, on his. He cradles you in his arms as his hips contain to move, his fingers work tirelessly on your clit, and he moans in your ear.
You don’t have to tell him. He already knows. He remembers. How your thighs tighten around his waist when you’re close. How you mumble incoherently, and try to catch your breath but it only comes out at jumbled gasps. He feels you tighten around his cock, your nails digging into his back and your fingers pulling at his hair.
He supports you as your body crumbles from the pressure, releases it all in one big, intense rush of energy that leaves your body tense and on edge. You hold him close as you tremble, muffle your whimpers against his shoulder. Sliding out of you, he uses your inner thighs to bring himself there with you. You have to lay against the wall, as you watch him in a daze. Your vision blurry, blurry, until you focused on him.
Sweat beads on his forehead, soaking the hair on his face, and the collar of his shirt. He bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. And when he comes, his jaw drops, but no noise comes out. He’s silent, and beautiful, and his face scrunches up in the exact same way it always did. He makes a mess on your thighs, your stomach, and stares you in the eye while he does it.
Matthew lowers you to the ground, holding your hips as you plant your feet on the floor. You stare at each other for a moment, out of breath, and strangely calm, both of you fixing your clothes.
You advert your eyes, distracting yourself by correcting the wrinkles in your dress. You reach over, grab some tissues to wipe yourself off with. Silence fills the room, and it’s deafening.
Nothing’s changed. Nothing’s different. The past is still the past, you’re still you, Matthew’s still him. And the remnants of who you two used to be still hang in the air, haunting. Dangerous.
You push your hair out of your face, clear your throat as you toss the tissues into the trash, look Matthew in the face, “We done here?”
You move around him, heading to the door without looking back.
“[y/n],” he calls. You turn around, your hand on the door knob. Matthew steps towards you, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You don’t have to treat me like, some situation that needs to be handled . . .” he purses his lips, “I’ll be alright.”
You sigh at him, at a loss for words. And you leave.
Ramona nearly collides into you as she rushes down the hall, exclaiming as she stops in her tracks. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!” She catches a glimpse of Matthew’s door, her jaw dropping as she connects the dots. “I —“ she stutters. “Did you —?”
“Let’s go,” you command.
“But, I —“
“Let’s go.”
So you went. It felt cowardly, and . . . wrong. Wrong, simply because of Matthew. His broken voice. The memory of his eyes, and the sadness that glossed over them as you left.
After situating yourself in the backseat, you lock the car door. Out of some irrational fear . . . that, if given the chance, you’ll hop out. Rush back to Matthew, take him in your arms, and never let him go. Never is a long time, but not enough to make up for the years that have gone by.
You sigh to yourself, rub your tired eyes as the car begins to move, begins on its journey to take you home. “Actually . . .” you say to the driver., leaning forward. “Can you take me somewhere else, instead?”
You knock, forcefully, on the door in front of you, after trekking up the stairs to the luxury apartment. Out of breath, you huff, and add another tireless knock upon the door.
“It’s open!”
You furrow your eyebrows, walk in to see Claire and Roni sitting on the couch. They give you welcoming smiles, popping snacks into their mouth.
“Are you trying to wake the kid, dude?” Claire asks you, causing Roni to chuckle under her breath.
“Sorry, I . . .” you apologize. “I thought you guys were asleep.”
“We’re up,”Claire shrugs. “Want a snack? We’ve got those tropical gummies that you really like.”
You stare for a moment, inhale, exhale, look to Claire, “You knew I was coming . . .”
“Oh, yeah,” she nods. “We saw the interview. You were expected.”
“Ugh,” you groan, putting your face in your hands, out of nothing but pure exhaustion.
Claire sighs, sadly, knowing you so well, that it’s evident to her just how much your struggling. How, once again, your body is being weighed down by a heavy heart.
“You said you’re alright here, babe?” Roni whispers to her, and Claire responds with a gentle nod.
“We’re fine, mama,” she tells her, following her words with a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be down soon.”
“Okay,” and with that, Roni leaves the two best friends to themselves, occupying herself by going to check on Dorthy.
Claire pats the newly available spot beside her, and you shuffle your feet over the couch, plopping down with a hum of relief.
“Here,” Claire says, picking up a pack of gummies, handing them to you, “Have a snack.”
You take the packet, and tear it open, not hesitating to pop the candy in your mouth. You chew anxiously, obnoxiously.
Claire is patient. Of all things, Claire is kind. And she waits for you to process. Your feelings, your thoughts, your words, and when you finally, finally open your mouth to speak, she just smiles. It’s as though everything comes out in one breathe. A film made in one take. You use all your energy to rant and mumble and whine tonight’s events.
Even the dirty details. They’re important to the story.
“And I just left . . .” you trail off. “What else was I supposed to do?”
Claire looks at you for a long time. She goes to speak. She stops herself. She puts her finger to her lips, contemplating. Goes to speak again. Stops herself, again.
You furrow your eyebrows at her, “Is this like, charades or something?” you ask.
“No . . . I . . .” she stutters. “I . . . you fucked him?”
“It was, more mutual,” you shrug.
“So, now what?”
“I, I don’t know? I have no clue.”
“But you want to be with Matthew?”
“No . . . I . . . I don’t know.”
“Well, does he want to be with you?”
“I don’t know.”
“[y/n] . . .” she sighs. “Don’t you think . . . maybe, you and Matthew are a little too . . . big . . . for this?”
You tilt your head, “Big?”
“Old!” Claire shouts. “Old! You’re old! You’re too old for this!”
“Wha —“ you stutter. “I —“
“Look,” she pauses, turns her body to you, and takes your hands in her grasp. “I was here before Matthew, I was here after Matthew. So . . . I’m, I’m telling you, as the person who watched it happen once . . . don’t drag yourself through hell again. If Matthew’s the one, if he’s who you’ve been waiting for, if it’s always been him, then go. Run to him. He’s here.”
And for no reason at all, you could’ve cried. Tears brim your eyes, and you have to blink them away. “Um . . .” you reply. “Can I crash here tonight.”
Claire sighs, rests her chin on her hand. “Of course.”
“Cool . . . can I borrow some pajamas?”
“Yes.”
You nod, rise from the couch, prepared to walk yourself to the guest room. You turn, nervously, back to Claire and she looks up at you. “Do you, um, do you have any underwear I can borrow, too?”
She purses her lips at you.
“Okay, yeah, nevermind, I’ll go commando.”
So you slept without any underwear. And you forced yourself not to dream of him. Not to allow yourself to be haunted by memories, by pain.
But when you closed your eyes, he was all you could see. The way he looked, and talked, and smelled fifteen years ago. The way you slept beside him for the very last time, and had convinced yourself it would not be the last time.
It would not be the last time.
He made you laugh so hard in your dream that you woke up, and your heart broke as you awake in a dark and empty room. You reach over, turn on the bedside lamp, and rub your tired eyes. You only managed to sleep until three in the morning. And Matthew, and Claire’s words, were the first thing on your mind.
He wasn’t hard to find.
You have your strings. And you, sneakily, tiredly, in a haze of exhaustion, pull all of them. It’s insane, and as you drag yourself out of bed, you ask yourself what you’re doing. Why you’re doing it. What is the point?
But it’s him. And he’s here. And he won’t be for much longer, and he’s only ten minutes away.
The car is able to pick you up and get you to the hotel in under twenty minutes. You’re dressed in a pair of sweats and a cozy sweatshirt, well aware of how crazy you look, well aware of how crazy you’re behaving. And unable to stop yourself.
You march into the building, your feet moving on autopilot to guide you to the elevator, up to the ninth floor. You catch your breath as you move up each level, and lose it again the moment the doors open. You push yourself forward, follow the arrows to his room.
You round the corner, and he calls out, “Hey!”
You smile. Matthew happy to see you.
No.
Not you.
You step back, stopped in your tracks as the girl giggles in his face, holds onto his waist.
“Surprise!” she exclaims, the two of them standing outside his hotel door.
“What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up,” he says.
“Call me impatient, but I couldn’t wait to see you,” she places a soft kiss to his lips, smiles at Matthew. He smiles back.
But that smiles quickly fades when he turns his head, sees you standing there. Matthew is not happy to see you.
“[y/n] . . .”
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Bloodhound x Reader
Warnings! Swearing, Violence
Might be a few errors here and there, still need to go through it properly!
Preparing for the drop every legend had a different pre-game ritual that helped get them in the zone before the beginning of every match, some more questionable than others such as Octane who uses the time for gaming, completely strange but I think it would be more concerning to see him sitting still or the likes of Revenant who always disappears before the drop, Mirage always says he’s away skinning something or doing something murderous. Bloodhound though they have always been a scary legend to come face to face with in battles, before every match they sit sharpening the edge of axe that they always carried along with them. Bloodhound always kept their cards close, never giving much away and I think that was the scariest part, being unpredictable. At least with Dr. Caustic you knew he wanted to watch you die a slow and painful death within his toxic gas.
My ritual before the drop was listening to music, eyes closed, I found it easier than talking to the people I was about to face off with in the arena - it made it easier to pull the trigger without hesitation.
As I let out sigh I took out my ear buds, knowing from experience the exact time of the drop, opening my eyes I was met with the blank stare of Bloodhounds mask from across the room the slight red glare that stained the glass looking right back at me.
I peeled my eyes away once the squads flashed up on the screen. “Race you to the LZ” Octane’s rang out from beside me as we stepped on the platform. I rolled my eyes at him.
“You know we don’t have to race if we are on the same team Silva” He was still jumping on the spot the sound of his legs clanking against the ground.
“Where’s the fun in that amigo?”
“Let’s break some circuits” Wattson giggled from the other side of me. “Man, I really need to get a phrase” I said, fixing the strap of my boot, before the floor began to open and we were lowered above the destroyed land of World’s Edge, a chaotic mix of the epicentre that lay thick with snow, the dome that was surrounded by deadly lava - making it all the more scarier to fight near it, one wrong move and you would be cooked.
Octane - the adrenaline junkie that he is decided that fragment west would be the best option. The most popular landing spots amongst old and new legends and the spectators favourite spot to see a quick bloodbath. But, luck was most defiantly not on my side today scouting two floors and still having no weapon was not ideal.
“I need a weapon” I said over the comms, sighing at all of the ammo that was one the floor but no gun.
“There’s a Mozambique here” Wattson’s voice came back over the comms.
“Hey! Isn’t that Chey’s line” Octane laughed. I picked up a few more syringes and cells before letting out a sigh followed by a quiet ‘dibs’. It was a good gun but nothing compared the dominant R-99 or the Volt, which judging by my luck the enemies would already be kitted with.
We moved to another building but it was long before the sound of footsteps sounded around us. “We’ve got friends here” I said quietly, a glimmer of luck started to appear when I found a hemlock of the lack of heavy ammo was disappointing.
Wattson had put up her fences, the loud sound of the burning electricity warned the enemies off slightly. I peaked through one of the barred windows, spotting wraith who was focused on another door of our building I took the shot but she was quick to phase away.
“Careful Horizon’s probably going to throw her ultimate over here” I warned my squad mates but Wattson quickly replied “I’ll take care of that”
“Wattson now!” I shouted as I seen newt being thrown towards us along with the deadly gas of caustic but luckily the pylon zapped them both down.
“Let’s go!” Octane yelled as he jammed the syringe into his leg before speeding off and we quickly followed, “Watch for traps Silva” I said, trying to catch up with him. I spotted Wraith trying to portal them out of the building, taking it back as she got the warning in her head. I quickly placed down on of my spike traps, pressure sensitive that once stepped on will send a deadly spike usually through the leg disabling the legend, which is exactly what it had down to Caustic as he was the next one to appear through the rift.
Quickly taking him out, not giving him a chance to put down one of his traps as he muttered a ‘damn you’. Focusing back on the other two, Octane was already pushing to the building along with Wattson and taking care of the rest of the squad.
Finally getting better loot, I started feeling more positive about the match until the sound of Bloodhounds scan and us being in range. “Shit” I whispered. “We need to move now!”
We scrambled back into the building, but Wattson had been took down by a triple take, I looked behind be to see the same stained red glass looking back at me as Bloodhound lifted their head from the scope of the sniper.
Quickly getting to work by putting down traps at the doors, taking a peak out of the barred window I quickly ducked back down as a bullet skimmed past my ear from the same gun that took Wattson out. I felt the blood from where the bullet grazed but my attention was diverted by the door across from me opening and then scream from Loba as the spike was deep in her leg, taking my chance I used the mastiff that I picked up from the other team to quickly end things.
One down, two to go.
“Careful Silva, Bloodhound has a triple take”
Rampart was the next of their squad to reveal herself as I heard the distant sound of a barrier being placed up along with Sheila’s red laser scanning the walls ready to shred someone apart.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned, just as another one of Bloodhound’s scan revealed us yet again.
“Can you distract them Silva?” Pulling out one of my most deadly traps, once it hit the ground it sends out a wave of spikes that usually without fail impales the enemy long enough for them to need to heal and just the perfect amount of time for me to take them amount.
There was silence from Silva before I seen the green flash of him flying across the other building from his jump pad, that must be the distraction. I quickly snuck out of the building as I heard them both firing at the adrenaline junkie, quickly pulling the pin of the trap with my teeth, I tossed it in the middle of the pair. Octane had went down because of being lasered with Sheila. Getting closer I finished off Rampart, but as I was about to search for Bloodhound, they found me.
The scary roar of his beast of the hunt sounded out.
Shit
Making a run for it, I didn’t get very far before a bullet got me right in the stomach, wheezing out for air at the sudden impact. Pulling myself up, my back leaning against the wall, the hunter came closer just like a predator stalking their prey.
They bend down in front of me but as I waited for them to put me out of my misery I felt a hand caress my cheek, confusion washed over me. The hand moved to ghost over the tried blood that had trailed down the side of area and followed the trail on to my neck, goose bumps appearing after every touch. “You fought well, felagi fighter” My heart was thumping, they were so close it was almost making me forget that I was basically bleeding out, which I eventually did but the comfort from the hound made it less painful.
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Waking up in the respawn chambers up, I sat up with haste but immediately feeling the pain in my abdomen which made all of the events from the match flood back to me. Did I imagine it? Did it really happen?”
Then it came to me.
Making my way to the control room, where the cameras got all the footage the process of editing and making sure it’s ready to be aired to the spectators. I knocked on the door waiting for a response before the door flew open.
“Hey Ezekiel, can you get me my body camera footage from the last match” He looked at me with a tilt of his head”
“Sur- is everything ok?” He asked, looking at me with concern.
“Yeah, I just missed a few shots and want to review the footage in training” He nodded before turning around and handing me a USB.
“Thank you, appreciate it”
Taking the drive and heading to my room before plugging it in and clicking on the file with my name labelled on it. Skipping all of the footage until I got to the last fight. It did happen and I didn’t imagine it, I closed the screen of the laptop before biting my nail trying to think of what I should do.
Was I overthinking everything? But they didn’t kill me. They should have, like they had done to both of squad mates.
“Hey Anita, have you seen Bloodhound?” The solider was sat down with one of the weapon manuals that was lying around the communal area, building on her already extensive knowledge of every weapon to ever be created.
“Last time I seen them was in the training yard” I gave a quick nod. “Thanks, Anita”
“You’re welcome FNG” Pausing as I looked at her. “I’m not the new one anymore, you said you’d stop calling me that”
She shrugged at me “It took you long enough to figure out what it meant, you think I am just going to let that go”
I rolled my eyes at her mumbling ‘funny’, followed by a laugh from Anita “You’re right it is” She always loved when people didn’t follow her military talk, it meant she could basically speak in her own language without anyone knowing it was meant to make fun of them.
Making my way to the training yard I pushed the door open, there was few other legends training but everyone usually kept well spaced apart because nobody wanted to get dropped in the training yard, that would be embarrassing.
I spotted the tall frame of the hound, they were on one the last rows.
Stopping behind them as the Raven’s bite axe flew to the target landing right on the dummy’s heart, I swallowed. Quickly putting my fear aside before I looked like an idiot just standing ther-
“How can I assist you?” Their voice rang out. Of course Bloodhound already new I was here, walking to the target they collected their axe finally looking at me as they walked back to their original standing position.
“Ah- I just wanted to ask you something” I said, trying to look anywhere but at the intense gaze that was starting back at me. They nodded, giving me the go ahead to continue.
“Why didn’t you kill me” I asked
“Did you want me to kill you?” They asked, sounding almost puzzled. I let out a sigh “No- I don’t mean it like tha-” I stopped myself, feeling like an idiot I should have just left it alone.
Bloodhound tilted their head “You know, never mind- it doesn’t matter” but as I was about to walk off i felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me suddenly. “If it is bothering you, tell me” Bloodhound came closer, the close proximity throwing me off once again.
“Like you did with Wattson and Octane” I paused for a second trying to ignore how close they were to me and gather my thoughts “You took them right out, with no mercy- but you waited with me”
“I didn’t want you to suffer” They spoke, the hand came up to push my hair behind my ear, revealing the small stitches on the top of my ear caused from the triple take bullet. The same movement had that they had done in the match brought back the same feelings, causing me to hold my breathe trying to keep my composure.
Their hand moved to my stomach grazing over the same area of where they had shot me. “The same reason I shot you here, because it would only wind you and the pain would be minimal”
The touch sent Goosebumps all over my body, my heart hammering in my ears as I looked up at Bloodhound. “Why” I whispered, both of us lost in the moment because we had managed to get even closer barely any space between our bodies.
“You are special, the Allfather has blessed me with you” Their thumb tracing over my bottom lip then falling to my jaw tracing the few dotted cuts on it slowly, “that is why I could not kill you”
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