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Grilling with Friends: A 1955 Recipe for Savoy Potatoes
Grilling with Friends: A 1955 Recipe for Savoy Potatoes
I wish there was a way to tally friendship in the kitchen. How many recipes were inspired throughout history by friends or for friends? How many meals were shared in convivial collaboration between one cook and another? How many dishes were dissected? Techniques taught? Secrets traded? How many hours were spent by friends, with friends, for friends tasting, touching, and talking about food?
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Afterglow
A/N: Final part to the Tolerate it mini series!! Thank you all for the support on this series, I've had so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy!
It had been 5 days. 5 days since you were shot. 5 days since Bucky had seen your eyes, had heard your voice, and 5 days since he had gotten more than an hour of sleep at a time. He stayed next to you in your bed at the medbay where you lay unconscious. You had pulled through, for now at least. Bruce had performed emergency surgery on the jet on the way home to stabilize you until he and Helen could get you into an actual operating room.
You flatlined on the table. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor turned into one long tone as your life was whisked away. Steve had to hold Bucky back from breaking down the door of the O.R. as the horrible sound flowed to the other room. It took them 3 minutes to resuscitate you. The worst 3 minutes of Bucky’s entire life. Worse than any moment he had spent with HYDRA. But you fought. You pulled through the surgery. Now, you just had to wake up.
Bucky hadn’t left your side. Steve brought him food, knowing he wouldn’t take the time to go make himself something. After the third day, Helen brought him a bed to sleep in. Not that he was even sleeping anyway.
“How’s she doing?” Steve asked, walking in.
Bucky sighed and rubbed his eyes. “No change. She’s still stable but-” his voice broke. “What if she doesn’t wake up, Steve?” He looked into the eyes of his best friend.
Steve placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. “She’s gonna wake up. Your girl’s a fighter.”
“I don’t even know if she’s still my girl,” Bucky whispered. “God, I wasted so much time! I fucked everything up. This is my fault.”
“It’s not your fault that she got hurt,” Steve responded.
“Yes it is! If we had still been together, maybe I could have convinced her to stay back on this mission. It was too dangerous.”
Your eyes slowly started to open as he spoke but he didn’t notice since his head was in his hands.
“I could have stopped her. I could have protected her better,” he continued.
“Too…stubborn. Couldn’t have…stopped me,” you croaked. Your voice was raspy from 5 days of silence.
At the sound of your voice, Bucky immediately picked his head up. “Oh my god,” he grabbed your hand and kneeled at the side of your bed, stroking your hair. “Oh my god, Y/N,” fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.
“Bucky,” you whispered. “You look like shit.”
He laughed through his tears. So typical of you, of the girl he loved. Always sassy, even in crisis. He kissed your hand over and over again, still not believing that this was real and not a dream.
The next day, you were released from the medbay but instructed to stay on bedrest for at least a week. You were just happy to be in the comfort of an actual bed.
Bucky waited on you hand and foot as soon as you were brought back up to your room. “What do you need?” He asked, hands on his hips. He was ready to spring into action.
“Water, please. And maybe something to eat. Something small.”
He nodded and immediately left the room, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water and a grilled cheese. “Here,” he said, setting the glass on the table and handing you the plate. “I made you a grilled cheese. I know it's your comfort food.”
“Thank you, Bucky,” you answered. An awkward silence fell over the two of you. Technically, the two of you weren’t back together. Your confessions of love as you were dying didn’t automatically mean that he was your boyfriend again.
“Y/N,” he finally said. “I was so scared when you were shot. You were bleeding out in my arms and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I thought I was gonna lose you for good. Do you remember what I said to you?”
You smiled softly. “That we were gonna get married and adopt a bunch of cats?”
He nodded. “Yes. I meant every word I said. I want a life with you, beautiful. I want to get married in the Fall like you’ve always talked about and I want to get us a nice house and fill it with kids and animals and grow old with you. I wanna give you everything.”
You sat, looking at him. Nothing he said would ever erase the hurt he put you through. But despite yourself, you still loved him more than anything. You wanted that life with him. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He echoed. “Really? You’ll let me be yours again?” His eyes lit up.
“Yes, Bucky,” you smiled. “But you can never pull that shit again, do you understand me? I don’t need you to protect me from yourself. I’m a big girl. I’ll never need to be protected from you, I just need to love you. Fucked up past and all.”
“Oh, angel,” he looked at you lovingly. “I know I’m never gonna be able to take back what I did. But I can spend the rest of our lives showering you with love and showing how much you mean to me. I promise I will never do that again. But you need to promise me something, too.” He took a deep breath. “Never almost die again, okay? I was so fucking scared.”
You blinked back tears at the pure emotion and love for him that you felt. “I promise.”
The whole time you were healing, Bucky didn’t leave you alone. He got you whatever you needed, even buying a little bell for you to ring. He knew he’d regret that immediately but he wanted to make this misery a little bit better for you. You were obsessive with it, abusing the power he had given you.
“Bucky!” you would call, ringing the bell.
He would sprint into your bedroom, flour on his face from the cookies he was baking for you. “Yes, honey?”
“Kiss me.” And he would.
A few weeks later, you were able to leave the house for a couple hours at a time. You were in the passengers seat of the car with Bucky behind the wheel, driving you to an undisclosed location.
“Are you kidnapping me, Bucky Barnes?” You asked when he refused to give up the location you were headed.
“Patience, baby,” he smirked, keeping his eyes on the road.
20 minutes later, you pulled up to a large farmhouse. The outside was white and it had vines growing up the sides. It was the kind of place you had always dreamed of living.
“Bucky this house is beautiful but what are we doing here?” You laughed.
“You like it?”
“It’s my dream house. I’ve always wanted to live in a place like this.”
He looked deep into your eyes. “I’m so glad, honey. Cause it’s ours.”
You blinked at him, not sure if you heard his words correctly. “Wait, what?”
“This is our home, beautiful. I bought it for us.”
You were speechless. The house in front of you was the kind of place you had wanted to live in since you were a child. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”
After he walked you around the interior, he led you out to the backyard. It was stunning. String lights hung from wooden beams, there was a fire pit and a wood fired pizza oven, and flowers perfectly landscaping the grass. Your eyes gazed over everything, not noticing Bucky shifting his position beside you.
You gasped as your eyes found their way back to him, kneeling on one knee.
“Y/n,” he began. “My beautiful angel. The love of my life. My reason for living. We’ve been through so much together. My past isn’t perfect. I’m far from perfect. I’ve done a lot of horrible things. But somewhere in my life, I must have done something good. Because I met you. And by some karmic intervention, you let me love you.” Tears overflowed from your eyes as he spoke. “Baby, will you marry me?”
You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Yes, of course, yes,” you cried. He slipped a ring onto your finger. “When did you even get this? You’ve been glued to my side since the mission.”
He smiled and kissed you passionately. “You wanna know something, baby? Remember when you heard Steve say that I had been looking at rings? Well, I wasn’t just looking,” he beamed. “I’ve been carrying this around in my pocket every day for months now. Just incase the opportunity ever presented itself.”
“Oh, Buck,” you gasped, hugging him tightly into you. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. My fiancé.”
“Ooh I like how that sounds,” he laughed. “I love you too. Forever.”
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Breakaway State part 5
Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”
Summary - McKinley still has serious control issues, Kyle and Tank are the cutest in a small bed, Price and Ghost kick off in a small room, Helen has some big news, mission plans, first names and its definitely classed as kissing if you drink from the same cup.
A/N - Thank you for your patience, life got a bit in the way of this one again!
As always, please comment and let me know what you think. It means the world to me when you do x
Warnings -17+ Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25), Violence, abuse, abuse of power, controlling behaviour, injury
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley
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The words "dismissal or death" had been circling your head for hours as you lay awake in your cot. Even if you just slept for an hour or two, every time McKinley moved over in the cot above you, your body instantly jerked you awake. Your eyes stung searching the pitch black for any sign of him.
You heard movement from above, you looked at the alarm clock on the small metal dresser 4:00am. McKinley was waking up, you heard him stretch, then watched as his legs dangled off the edge before he jumped down. He flicked the small desk lamp on an stood with his back to you in just his boxers, his back and body littered in scars, the soft glow from the light causing them to shine, some looked like burns some clearly from bullets and shrapnel. He turned just as you shut your eyes, too late to roll over an face the wall.
You felt his eyes on you, you tried to breathe deep acting as if you were asleep, he knew you weren’t. You tried to stay calm when you felt his hand brush a piece of hair from your face. It took everything in you not to flinch, you didn’t dare open your eyes, instead you just waited for him to leave you in peace….if you could call it that.
“You look so serene, almost had me believing you were actually asleep..” you felt him step back but you kept your eyes shut.
He scoffed.
“Fair enough, if that’s how you want to be…I’ll leave you to it.” Mckinley walked away from the beds, he dressed quickly.
You hoped he wouldn’t be much longer and then you felt the bottom of your cot dip he was lacing up his boots.
“You’ll learn to like me kiddo, you know me an you could make a good team…like I said to Price you need some tough love but we’ll get there…” he patted your thigh before he stood up.
His touch made your skin crawl.
“Oh by the way don’t be spending all day in bed, the Doc wants to see you later, physio check in for your shoulder, meet me over at the med bay at 10am…don’t make me come looking for you…” the last part came out as a threat, your heart sunk as he closed the door behind him. Your eyes remained closed for a further 5 minutes just in case he came back.
Dr O’Brian was one of the last people you wanted to see, an a physio check? That daft cow had spent more time grilling you that helping you with your shoulder, what did she care if you could move it or not? She would of been over the moon with an amputation. Either way you had to go, you didn’t fancy being hunted down by McKinley.
You pulled the quilt up over your face closing your tired eyes, Prices face flashed in your mind, it was that drunken look he had given you that first night in his kitchen his eyes lidded, his smile crooked so close, but just as quickly as it appeared it was gone replaced with the gut wrenching look from the night you two had argued…the night he told you it wouldn’t work between you. ENOUGH!
You threw the quilt off and on to the floor, just then a knock came at the door, it wasn’t McKinley he would have just walked in…
“You awake….I’ve just seen mckunty…Tank?” The door creaked open slightly, Kyles hand waving from the gap.
“Yeh I’m awake..come in” you reached down for the quilt pulling it back over yourself. Kyle snuck in shutting the door behind him. He gave you a sympathetic smile. He was still in his joggers, you patted the bed for him to get in, he didn’t need telling twice as he clambered in next to you the warmth from his body, made you almost drowsy. It was a snug fit but you made it work, it was something you two use to do often when at base especially when the heating was nonexistent or when Kyle was homesick. You both lay in silence for a moment, both just happy to be close again. You almost nodded off, but something was bothering him you could tell.
“You ok? I know yesterday was a lot…but Price he means well..hey if I was a Captain I’d of done the same for you…fuck I wanted to smash his face in…” he could feel his jaw tensing.
He meant it, and the thoughts made him smirk. He pictured McKinley alone in a room with them all Ghost, Soap, him and Price. Kyle had witnessed how far Price could go. Before his mind could wander off he felt your eyes on him.
“I’m ok…I know he means well…I just wish he didn’t go that far…” you thought about just telling him, how it was only going to get worse for you now, but when you looked into his eyes you saw the worry and you hated yourself for making him feel like this. So you gave him your best smile and the worry in his eyes seemed to go away if only for a moment. You linked his arm with yours resting your head on his shoulder.
“Anyway let’s just enjoy this while we can eh?” You looked up at him.
He smiled back.
“Yeh…miss this”
“Me too”
You both lay there close, in the safety of your cot like two children hiding from a looming storm.
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Price glared at himself in the mirror a slight mark from where his forehead had connected with McKinley’s nose just starting to fade. He gripped the sink with his hands the porcelain threatening to give way. He needed to take a deep breath or else he was going to lose it all over again he didn’t think he could explain two broken bedside tables, but he couldn’t get your face out of his mind, how you had looked at him with disappointed in your eyes. He had done that for you, he would have done more, gone further if Ghost hadn’t stepped in. He needed to take a deep breath. McKinley was definitely going to get him back in some way. Price hoped it didn’t involve you, but he knew better. He knew McKinley. He hated to think of what he was doing to you, it made his blood boil. Why did you go? Why did he let you go? Did he let you go? He hadn’t even known, if he thought for one second that once you got into that transporter you weren’t coming back to him and he wasn’t going to be your captain he would of chased it down, dragged you back an popped your shoulder back in himself like Ghost had so kindly offered. Price let go off the sink the colour returning to his knuckles. He heard a knock at his door. He wanted to shout fuck off but it could only be one of two people at this hour Ghost or you. His hopes dashed when he shouted come in and Ghost’s large frame entered the room, them both being in there made the room almost shrink, the atmosphere suffocating them both pressing down on them. They both knew the reasons behind it, it danced around them. It crackled in the air.
“What?” Price snapped.
“…Sent Gaz to Tanks room to check on her…McKinley is over at the other base watched him leave myself…listen as shit as it is we have to do this the proper way, I hate it too seeing her like that but that yesterday…it’s my fault I let it go too far I shouldn’t of let you get at him.” Ghost sighed he had only just noticed the smashed bedside table.
“I’m sorry what? Let me? You didn’t let me do anything….I’ve done worse for less…believe me lad” Price was seething.
Ghost looked his Captain in the eyes, he was beyond reason.
“What? You think sparking him out…a fellow captain is the answer? I stopped you from committing career suicide! I let you get that first shot in an you fumbled it! You’re just lucky he got cocky” Ghost was starting to lose it a little bit now.
“Haha don’t flatter yourself, you didn’t let me doing anything…an fumbled? I’d put you on your arse any day of the week…remember that” Price was getting closer now, squaring up, in the small room they were nearly chest to chest. The two men stared each other down, neither wanting to back down first, there it was again the unspoken reason they fought, the real reason tensions ran high with them. You.
Ghost had a feeling all this was down to Price and his relationship with the Doc. You obviously had some history with him, how much he didn’t know but it has effected you in someway and to Ghost this was all Prices fault. He deserved to feel like this, helpless and angry. But you didn’t deserve the beatings. It was such a fucking shame you had chosen squad 8. Ghost backed down…Price hated himself more than anyone right now and Ghost didn’t need to add to that they had to work together and figure out how to get you back to the 141. Once that was done then the rest could be figured out…
“…this isn’t gettin us anywhere we need to get her back on side…she needs to file a complaint or a grievance against him…anything, she got transferred over quick enough maybe it can be reversed just as quick…” Ghost leant against the wall his arms folded. Price sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed.
“It’s not that easy….also even if she was to file a complaint..who said she’d want to come back to the 141?” Price ran his hand over his beard the thought made his jaw tense.
“An why wouldn’t she want to come back?” Ghost was probing now, he wanted answers, but from the look on Prices face he didn’t want to give them.
“Price why wouldn’t she want to come back to us?”
Price looked at the ground his eyes fixed. He signed.
“Ever seen a big red button that says do not press? Well I rested my hand on it…didn’t press… but that was enough….” Price shook his head.
Ghost got the jist, but all he could think was how he would of just pushed the button and never took his hand off it.
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You waited outside the med bay for O’Brain to call you in…you were 15mins early but no sign of McKinley, you hoped he hadn’t gone looking for you.
“Wanna come in Tank…” O’Brain called you in without even looking at you. You couldn’t help roll your eyes as you got up. As you entered the room your stomach dropped McKinley was sat in the chair next to the bed. Did he really have to be in here, you thought he was just making sure you came to the appointment, not actually being present. You tried to not let your face give you away.
“Good, 15mins early see your learning I would have hated to have to come looking for you…” his smile didn’t meet his eyes. Your face was giving you away.
“Take a seat on the bed please Tank we don’t have all day” O’Brian already sounded like she’d had enough of you. You looked her up and down, who did she think she was talking to? You didn’t even want to be here.
“Hey if you don’t have the time I’m sure we can reschedule..” As you spoke your eyes met McKinley’s, they narrowed in on you, his tongue clicked in disapproval. Shit. Helen looked over her shoulder at you, the small smirk just visible.
“The Doc’s doing you…no she’s doing me a favour Tank in checking you over…an you have the nerve to be arsey?” He tilted his head, his eyes still narrowed.
“Told you, got away with murder this one with John…literally” Helen nodded in your direction. She really was a bitch. You felt your skin starting to prickle with anger.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stepped closer to her. You didn’t realise you had square yourself up, she was a good foot taller , but you looked her dead in the eyes. She smirked again, oh you were about to wipe it off her face.
“You know exactly what I mean…you need a firm hand Tank, John was too soft on you…but by the looks of you face it seems you have been given a firm hand…good..” She scoffed, nope that was it, but as you lunged, McKinley was already on you.
He had you restrained and pushed face down into the bed within seconds, your bad shoulder twisted round and pressed into your back, it made you cry out in pain, but the more you thrashed around the more of his weight he placed on top of you and the tighter his grip became.
“Do I need to put you on a short leash? Because I will trust me” Mckinley was right next to your face his breath cool on your burning skin.
O’Brian stood back, she was in shock at how fast he had pounced on you, how rough he was…she almost believed him when he mentioned putting you on a short leash. This man meant every word he said, they weren’t threats they were promises.
“DO I NEED TO PUT YOU ON A LEASH TANK?!” His voice boomed in the med bay.
“NO!” You spat through gritted teeth.
“No what?” Mckinley gave your arm a quick jolt upwards, you should know better.
“Ahhh NO CAPTAIN!” Your shoulder was on fire now, the muscles fighting to hold together and not pop.
“Good…” He relaxed his grip, slowly letting you correct it into place yourself. How generous of him. As you sat up you clocked Helen’s face, she looked mortified. You almost let out a laugh.
“Sorry about that Doc…give her the once over an we will be out of your hair” Mckinley spoke as if he hadn’t just wresleted you down on to the bed in front of her. She looked at him her mouth slightly open. She was speechless for once. You almost pitied her.
“It’s been fine, it only aches when its cold or when I over work it” You tried to fill the awkward silence. It worked Helen stuttered back to life.
“Ok…sounds like you need to do the physio exercises more often. I bet you’ve stop doing them…I know John has..I don’t even think he went to one session” She gave you a soft smile and for a moment you saw what Price saw in her. If you stepped back and tilted your head she was rather pretty. You glanced down at her hands, long, elegant, steady…you almost returned the smile but a single perfect solitaire diamond ring caught your eye as it flashed under the florescent lights. You felt as if your core was folding in on itself like a black hole. The bile rising in your chest you looked her in the eyes, she quickly glanced down a the ring, as if forgetting she was wearing it, her eyes darting back up to meet yours. Your face was giving you away again. Her mouth creeped up into a viciously sly smile, she knew that had cut you deep, a slow puncture that would fester. When had that happened?
“He did…he went to two, we had a row over him missing the last three on the drive down back to his for the weekend…” You blinked at her, your face now void of all emotion, blank. You watched as her top lip twitched.
“Did you now…he didn’t mention it…in fact he hasn’t really mentioned you…since you left…” She tilted her head, pretending to think of a an example. Her eyes creasing up like little pins.
You knew she was just trying to cut you, but it didn’t make the idea sting any less. You had left for her…no you had left so he would be happy, so that ring could be on her finger…it was a good choice…tacky and gaudy, just like her…you wanted to hurt her back with your words…but you would only be hurting Price.
Mckinley cleared his throat, you had almost forgotten he was in the room.
“Speaking of old Pricey, you and him got anything planned for when your next on leave?”
O’Brians face lit up, as if she had been hoping the topic of her and Price would be brought up. You glared at the ground willing it to open up to the fiery pits of hell where you would happily sink surrounded by other dammed souls.
“Well nothing crazy, but he’s mentioned he wants to redecorate some of the spare rooms in his house and I’ve only gone an stitched myself up and said ill help!” She rolled her eyes, a horsed laughed echoing off the bed pan. If Price didn’t have tinnitus already he would after listening to that none stop. McKinley rolled his eyes back at her, he shook his head.
“What are you like…hope its not the room Tank stayed in when she was last there?” He faked a frown. You could feel his eyes on you. He was stirring things up.
“Erm…oh I think it, the back room with the en-suite, the one with the view of the lake? Yeh I mentioned it would make a lovely nursery…all that natural light…” She wrinkled her nose. You looked down into your lap, just to double check she hadn’t gutted you open, because that’s how those words had felt. They had sliced at your flesh, worked their way into you into your system. A nursery? The thoughts exploded inside your mind. The tiny hand holding his finger, the little arms and legs being wrapped up in a blanket, soft curls kissed, and chubby cheeks ticked by his moustache…the high chair at the dining table just like you had mentioned…but the tiny hand, little legs and soft curls didn’t belong to your baby…it was a strangers baby…no it was Helens…its strawberry blonde curls and green eyes…nothing resembling John…you felt sick…you should of been happy for him…he was getting what he wanted…just not with you…
“Wow…a nursery? Thats exciting…but hey lets hope Price learns to dish out a bit of tough love…don’t want it turning out like this one do we!” Mckinley laughed, he shot you a look. You focused on the clock behind him.
“Hahaha…oh Bruce haha…Oh actually I meant to ask you Tank…does Luke have a sister? Tall, blonde, absolute stunner?” There was that fake confused look. She knew Luke only had brothers, she really was trying to maim you.
“No…he only has brothers…might of been one of there girlfriends…Ill ask him when I see him next…” You tried your hardest to smile back, it came out as mostly teeth. Mckinley was keeping that bit of information for later.
“Yah know, Price never crossed me as a family man…wonder what changed his mind…he’s got to be close to 45 by now?” Mckinley scoffed.
“39..”
Mckinley raised his eyebrow at you.
“What?”
“He’s 39…40 this year…I’d bought him a new lighter last year…don’t know if he still has it…” you sighed.
Helen knew exactly where that lighter was…close to his chest nestled next to his signature cigars. He was never without it, but she needed to turn the topic back to her and Price.
“Yeh hes the big four - oh this year…going to throw him a big surprise party at his house, invite his close friends and family. Perfect garden for a party, might take him away, hes mentioned he thinking of taking up golf…so maybe a golf resort?” She looked at you as if she was asking you for your option, your input. You kept your mouth shut…Price once said if he ever mentioned taking up golf to shoot him in the back of the knee cap…He thought Golf was for the old and bored and how fishing kept the mind young and focused…O’Brian was still talking.You tried to tune her out, go to your happy place, but your happy place had gone and gotten engaged…
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Ghost sat slouched in his seat, his legs spread wide arms folded. He was getting impatient now…the briefing was meant to have started 25 minutes ago. He had Rookies to be tormenting.
“Who we waiting on Price?” He sat up, leaning forward. His fist landing heavy on the table. Price knitted his brow, a headache starting to form.
“Waiting on Squad 8…” Just as he spoke, in piled the Squad led by Mckinley. His face a storm cloud. They had been sent to the wrong conference room…no doubt on purpose.
“Right! get seated you lot, lets get this over with shall we?” Mckinley snapped his fingers as the team fell into place all seated, all except one…Price looked around the room, had you took a seat right at the back in the dark? He couldn’t see with the protector on. Mckinley noticed him looking and knew who he was looking for.
“Dredd where is Tank?…she was right behind me…” His face screwed up. Dredd looked around the room then at Price as if for help.
“I don’t know, Sir…want me to go find her?” Dredd went to stand up, but McKinley stopped her.
“Ill find her…already warned her about wandering off…guess the short leash is needed.” He mumbled the last bit under his breath, but Price caught it. It set his blood to boil. As Mckinley crossed the room, Kyle stood up in front of him, his arm out stoppping Mckinley in his tracks.
“Ill go…don’t worry…” Kyle was already making his way for the door. Rather him find you than Mckinley, but just as he was a foot from the door, you walked in confused why they entire room was looking at you.
“Get sat down Tank…” Mckinley turned to stand at the front of the room. He watched as you found a seat in between Ghost and Kyle. He had a mind to tell you to get sat with your Squad, but the briefing had already run over, not to worry he would remind you later where you were meant to sit. Price smiled at your, hoping you would return it, you did but it didn’t reach your eyes.
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The brief was like any other brief - plans, updates, missions, a few HR complaints. Price watched as Kyle whispered something in your ear causing a faint smile to show. He smiled himself, he didn’t however appreciate Ghost resting his hand on your leg, they had just gone over this in the HR complaints, but then at the end just as Price was wrapping up Mckinley raised his hand.
“Sorry John, I completely forgot I have some good news…well good news for some…tomorrow at thirteen hundred hours Sqaud 8 will be shipping out of his shit hole…we will be setting up base in Moldova and then from there a small team of us will be going undercover in Transnistria…its a unrecognised breakaway state currently occupied by the Russian army, we are not there for them instead we will be looking for intel on a small terrorist cell known as the UNP.” Mckinley clapped his hands together he was excited, he wanted to see how far he could push the squad, he wanted results and he had a new toy.
Ghost noticed you shifting in your seat, a small part of you was glad about leaving sooner, you couldn’t bare to listen to any wedding talk or how the nursery was coming along. You wanted to get as much distance between you and this base as possible. You could finally let him be, he was clearly moving on…you would do the same…with Luke? You didn’t know…you looked down at the skeleton gloved hand that rested on your knee, maybe the Dr was right maybe you did belong with a “Monster” like Simon Riley. If he was a monster so were you. You could feel a set of eyes on you, you looked up at Ghost, his eyebrow cocked. A silent what as he shook his head at you. You could just make out the outline of a grin. You thought about how you would pay good money to see his smile for real. Very good money indeed.
The room started to pack up, eyes blurry, backs stretched and legs shook back to life.
“Captain?” You raised your hand. Price turned first. Mckinley arched his eyebrow.
“What’s up Tank?”
Your eyes shot from his to McKinley’s. Price realised you weren’t talking to him, he was still a captain, he just wasn’t yours.
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“Tank can I see you for a moment…” Price caught you just as you were leaving the conference room. You looked around for Mckinley, why? Like you needed permission? Did you need his permission?
“Erm, yeh of course have to make it quick you know me always the last to pack…” the little inside joke stung you both. You both waited in silence for the room to clear.
You couldnt help thinking he was going to tell you about his engagement and the nursery…Helen had probably told him you had seen the ring. Maybe he had wanted to tell you himself first? You didnt want to know. You didnt want to hear it.
“Tank…I want to say sorry…”
Here it comes you thought…it was the drunk argument all over again. You stared at the ground. Eyes locked onto a stain on the carpet.
“Im sorry for yesterday…I went too far and I’m going to be apologising to Mckinley before you guys leave…I know your fuming with me but can we please talk? One on one…Just me and you? Not Captain and Sergeant, not even Tank and Price…just us…John and…Sasha?” He stepped closer, his hands up in surrender. He had savoured how your name, your given name had sounded in his mouth. It had been a very long time since he had used it. The name caused your head to spin. You remembered the first time you two had met he had called you that, Kyle had corrected him, but you had liked how it sounded. Captain John Price was saying your name, you were in complete awe of him. Now stood in front of you he was still the legendary Captain Price, but now he was also just another man that had let you down.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Im good” You avoided his gaze. So he moved closer.
“Are you really?”
“Yeh”
“Really?”
“YES”
“You sure?”
“YES!!” You snapped up at him. He knew how to push you. You weren’t ok, not even for a second, but you weren’t his problem anymore or at least that what you told yourself. To Price you would always be his problem, his priority, his purpose. The tester of his patience.
“Anyway…Me and Mckinley are the least of your worries…Congratulations by the way!” There was a tinge of sarcasm to your voice. Price looked puzzled? Congratulations?
“What are you on about least of my worries? As long as your with that nutter I’m going to be worried? Why congratulations?” He lowered his hands, he was close you could feel the heat coming off him. You missed that warmth. Focus.
“Really? That not why you have me in here? Wanted to break the news to me? Im sure Kyle is over the moon!” You rolled your eyes, but the look on his face suggested he really was clueless. He shrugged his shoulders to confirm.
“The engagement? I saw the ring on her finger…I’m happy for you…I’m really am. Maybe get the honeymoon over with before you change my…the back room into a nursery though…” You tried to smile but it came out wrong.
Price stood in silence for a moment, he needed to process a few things…engagement? Honey moon and a nursery? Had you hit your head?
“Whose finger? I’m honestly completely lost…an why would I change your room into a nursery?” Price folded his arms and tilted his head as he searched your face for an answer.
“Helen’s finger for Christ sake! The big fucking rock on her finger John! She was waving it in my face, talking about how your thinking of redecorating the back room, turning it into a nursery!” You titled your head back at him. The clueless look on his face turned to shock.
“Helen? I don’t know anything about a ring? An engagement ring? I haven’t asked her to marry me…we aren’t seeing each other anymore…I haven’t a clue what she’s on about and the “redecorating” was when she first came to visit…and said the room would make a nice nursery…I’d only just plastered the walls…well before it became your room kid…” Price put his hand on your shoulder, the heat from it sinking into your skin and deep to the bone. You looked up at him.
“I know we both said things that night…and it’s probably for the best…you have Luke…I have…well I don’t have anyone…but for one minute can we just pretend that none of that happened…please just for a minute…” He stroked your shoulder with his thumb.
“For one minute?”
“For one minute”
“Ok…”
“Ok”
Price pulled you into a hug, it took you by surprise, but you wrapped your arms around him as if by instinct, your hands finding their place on his back. You pushed your face into his chest, his chest hair poking you through his T-shirt. The smell of his aftershave and cigar smoke flooded your lungs, you didnt care you would happily drown and go willingly into the blue fo his eyes.
He gently kissed the top of your head. He wanted the world to stop. He wanted a lot of things.
“Where did we go wrong…” The words were out before he could even register saying them. Instant regret filled him, He knew dam well where it had gone wrong…You shot back, looking up at him , your lip curled up.
“Where did we go wrong? Really? Do you need reminding?”
“No…I meant…”
“Where we went wrong was this right here this was a mistake…I can’t do this…I have Luke…you have what ever you have with Helen…I have Squad 8…I have a new Captain…your not my Captain anymore…Im not your problem anymore…minutes up…” You fought back tears as you untangled yourself from his arms. His face shattered. As your tried to step back you felt a tug at your hip, you looked down expecting Price to have a hold of your belt…but it was your lanyard, it had tangle with his.
“Great…” you tried to untangle them, but you were just making it worse. Fat tears falling from your eyes, dampening your T-shirt.
“Here…stop your making it more tangled…” Price took over, they snapped back in the mechanisms. You were free to go. You turned and made you way for the door. This was stupid. The tears caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow.
“Sasha…”
Price called after you, but you ignored him, your hand on the door.
“SASHA!…please…I don’t want this…”
You opened the door, but just as you stepped out of the room you turned, your eyes welling up again.
“Well we don’t always get what we want do we John…”
As you walked away Price watched as your head dipped down low to avoid any on lookers. He bounded over to the door slamming it shut.
“FUCK!!!!” He threw his fists onto the table. That didnt go as planned…he had fuck up again. He ran his fingers through his hair, He would let you cool off…
He had till tomorrow afternoon to get this set right.
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04:00am
You sat waiting for the transport shuttle to the air base. Mckinley had changed the leave time. Said it was on a need to know basis. You had text Kyle letting him now about the last minute change, he probably wouldn’t even be awake, but you had told him goodbye and you would see each other when you got back. It was better this way, you hated goodbyes.
Dredd nudged you with her elbow, when you looked at her she simply nodded to the right. You followed her eyes. Ghost. Well maybe one goodbye wouldn’t be so bad. You made your way over, Mckinley watched you like a hawk. He didnt mind, he was taking your away for a while.
“Not like you to be up this early kid…Mckinley stealing you away into the night?” He stood closer. You smiled. His mask was up over his nose, you could see his lips and the large scar that ran through them and up his face.
“Something like that…better this way I guess…least your here to wave me off or was you just making yourself a brew” you nodded to the mug, he held it out to you to take a sip, you took it gladly. Your face grimaced, it was straight black, two teabags you looked down at the mug, he definitely hadn’t noticed which one he had picked up.
“Bit too strong for you?” He chuckled.
“Are you?” You smiled.
“What?”
“Useless in bed?” You turned the mug round to face him, a little grin on your face. It had been a secret Santa gift for Kyle.
“Wouldn’t you like to know…” He smiled. You had finally seen it in the flesh. His answer made you blush. You handed him back the mug. You brain fizzed.
“Well we’ve practically kissed now…haha” you could slap yourself. Why? Why had you said that?
“I guess we have…best not tell Price, he’ll have me hanged for treason…” Ghost took a sip from the mug.
“Well I wouldn’t want that…” You folded your arms, Price was a sore subject.
“Would be worth it…” He handed you the mug back, you took another swig, it was far too hot and far too strong but you drank it anyway.
“Looks like your rides here, listen stay safe in Moldova, be careful who you trust sergeant, people you know can hurt you the most” He looked over your head at Mckinley. You placed the mug back in his hand, resting your other on his chest.
“I will LT, thanks for the brew…” you gave him your best smile an he returned it. Ghost felt his heart double in size. When he had clocked you all packing up, he had thought about telling the others you were leaving early but decided to keep it to himself, keep you to himself.
He watched as you walked out to the transporter, loading your gear onto the the back. You wave as you boarded. He gave you a nod. Just as the transporter pulled away, Ghost clocked Kyle running out from the barracks…Price right behind. He threw his hands on his head, he looked gutted. Price looked worse. Kyle looked over at him.
“How long you been there LT?”
“Not long, had just enough time to share a brew with Tank before she shipped out..” He held the mug up to show them.
Price looked livid.
“She text me late last night but my phone was off…aww for fuck sake…” Kyle pulled his hood over his head pulling the strings tight.
Price knew the ins and outs of your new mission, he had spent all night looking over the plans and intel, it was dangerous, risky just how McKinley worked. It was an infiltration mission.
You weren’t coming back anytime soon.
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I spent several hundred hours at Helen's Grill in Vancouver, British Columbia from 2001 through 2004. Glad to hear it's still thriving.
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Cast announcements for the pilot!
Yesterday (April 6th) marked the start of Podcast Jam 2024 and we are very excited to share the cast we put together!
JustJenah as Annette Culligan!
Jenah (they/them) loves stories in all forms but most especially audio dramas. When they are not actively falling in love with nearly every short lived queer tv show they can get their hands on, you can find them geeking out over their favorite podcasts, attempting to increase their deadlifts over 200lbs, flailing their hands at every jump scare as they play survival horror games, tempting friends to play Settlers of Catan, and grilling up pizzas in all weather.
Jenah’s socials: @ JustJenahHere on twitter and BlueSky @theyofmanyvoices on tumblr
Cody Heath as Eric Sanders!
Cody (they/them) is your friendly neighborhood non binary voice actor by day, Bassist of Elsewhere! and Photographer also by day!
Cody’s socials: @ codyvmwastaken on twitter @ paperchest on instagram
Louis Wolf as Finn Culligan!
Louis (he/they) is an avid bird enjoyer and disabled art student who is passionate about storytelling of all forms but has a particular love for DnD and comics. Besides ttrpgs, he’s been known to geek about Superman with encyclopedic knowledge.
Louis’ socials: @louis-dc @ ItsLouis_W on Twitter @ __louis.scott__ on instagram
Wes Marin as Fisher Culligan!
Wes (they/she/he) is a writer, poet, singer, and student living on the California coast. They’ve been a long time audio drama fan, but this is their first project that’s gotten off the ground. They are a self proclaimed mermaid expert, which is needed for this oceanic project. They dabble in music and singing as well as cosplay and other performance hobbies. They are really excited to share Working Tidal and make new friends along the way!
Wes’ socials: @aplaceinwhichtoswim @ WesMarinB on twitter
Gem Aydin as Riley Culligan
Gem Aydın (they/them) is an intersectionality lawyer and a human rights activist. As big nerd with academic hearts, they love to learn, explore, and teach in their unique way. Ever since they listened to their first audio drama, they wanted to express their art in this medium and created 400 Words A Horror with friends to learn to make an audio drama. They are not just the voice of Haven in 400WAH but also sound design and co-run the show. Quick to learn and develop, they started auditioning for voice acting. Autistic of many trades, master of ADHD, Gem keeps on looking ways to learn different things and better what they know so far.
Gem’s socials: @gemaydin https://linktr.ee/gemaydin
Tatiana Gefter as Marnie!
Tatiana (she/they) is a PNW native who can be found haunting fiction podcast and ttrpg spaces all over the internet. You may recognize her as the creator and lead voice actress of Soul Operator, a narrative fiction and actual play fusion. You also catch her as Violet Lull in The Department of Variance of Somewhere Ohio, Marigold in season two of Tales from the Fringes of Reality, Helen Hartley in Woe.Begone, and many more places. For a full list of her credits, please check out her resume via her twitter.
Tot’s socials: @totcoc0a @ tot_cocoa on twitter and @souloperatorpod everywhere
#who is excited for gay fish?#wtpod#Working Tidal#Working Tidal pod#Working Tidal Podcast#this post took longer than it should have#it’s fish show time baby#it’s a comedy i promise#feesh show#twin fish podcast#tfishpodcasts#fish podcast#I haven’t needed to make proper posts on tumblr in awhile
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Canon-compliant Green family vacation
Daeron is going to Oldtown to be fostered there. Alicent insists on escorting him there herself, and makes a family vacation out of it. Sickly Viserys isn’t up to such travel, so they get to leave him behind.
Here’s the list of events I’ve got so far. I’m looking for more, so if you have ideas, chime in! I want this to be a collaboration post! Please collaborate with me! In particular, the going-there journey is a bit sparse and I could use some help. I also need Daeron anecdotes.
1st leg of the trip: King’s Landing to Tumbleton
They travel by land to Tumbleton, the highest navigable point on the Mander. Horses, carriages, a whole royal procession. They’re traveling on the Roseroad at first, and then take a dirt road that cuts across to Tumbleton.
Aemond, having no dragon yet, is going through a horse girl phase. Until he can get a dragon, he’s going to be the best horse rider anyone’s ever seen.
Alicent isn’t the best rider, but she does have a real fondness for horses. She identifies with them — their big dark gentle eyes; when they sigh and go “brbrbr” and sound so exhausted and put upon.
Alicent rides in a carriage at the start of the trip. The kids are like, “Come out and ride with us!” Criston’s on their side too. Eventually she does.
2nd leg of the trip: Tumbleton to Oldtown:
They travel downriver by boat, and then through the Sunset Sea to Oldtown.
Aegon falls overboard into the river and has to get rescued. This provides an opportunity to make fun of him, and also an opportunity to fuss over him, cuddle him, say, “We’re so glad we didn’t loose you.”
Stopping at every castle along the Mander — Bitterbridge, Longtable, Cider Hall, Highgarden — to spend a night or two and do diplomacy.
When the river turns into the sea, Helaena gets seasick. Alicent and Criston trade off sitting with her at the prow of the ship, and keeping an eye on the other kids.
Alicent pulling Daeron into her lap for cuddles at every opportunity.
Oldtown!
They arrange for baby nerds Helaena and Aemond to get a tour of the Citadel. They love it. Helaena is gifted a bug in amber.
Some Hightower kin shows Aemond the fused stone base of the Hightower and tells him about the competing theories of its history. Aemond is enthralled.
Alicent takes Criston to the Starry Sept. Maybe they redo their vows there?
Otto and Criston meet formally for the first time. Lean into all the meet-the-in-laws tropes for this scene, Otto really grills him. But later in private, Otto tells Alicent that he likes and approves of Criston — he’s been a fan of his since the day he beat Daemon.
Otto meeting Helaena for the first time since infancy, and her becoming his favorite grandchild.
Trip to the Arbor
They make a trip from Oldtown to the Arbor to visit Alicent’s maternal Redwyne kin.
The red tint in Alicent’s hair comes from the Redwyne side. Maybe she hennas her hair before they go to really bring it out? Her Redwyne family like seeing her mother’s traits in her.
Grandma Redwyne is still living. She fusses over Alicent and does the whole, “Oh, you look so much like your mother!” thing and Otto’s like, “I know, doesn’t she?”
Helaena is indirectly named after Alicent’s mother, who was named Elaine (Helene?)
Otto and Grandma Redwyne are mostly on good terms, but Alicent does overhear, once, Grandma Redwyne crying and berating Otto, “Why did you have to take your family with you to the capital? Why couldn’t you have left Elaine and the kids here with me? I would’ve taken care of them, and Elaine wouldn’t have caught the summer fever from that fetid city and she’d still be alive!”
Grandma Redwyne: Where in Dorne is your family from?
Criston: *getting really uncomfortable* My mother was born on the coast of the Sea of Dorne.
Grandma Redwyne: Ah. I don't know much about the northern coast, only the southern coast. My grandfather was a sailor out of Planky Town. He ran Arbor Gold all over, from Bear Island to Volantis. He never went to the north coast of Dorne, though, never went through the Stepstones. The pirates and all. Grandpa used to say that braving pirates' waters was for men without families waiting for them back home.
Criston: *relaxes, smiles*
Return journy: Oldtown to King’s Landing
They travel by ship along the Dornish coast, through the Stepstones, and back to King’s Landing.
If the previous first two segments were the "let's talk about Alicent's family" section, this is "let's talk about Criston's family."
Aemond is sad about loosing his favorite brother. Criston assures him that Daeron will always be his brother. As he’s saying it, Criston realizes that while Aemond’s not loosing Daeron, he is. Daeron will always be their son and brother because blood, but Criston doesn’t have that to fall back on. Being the man that raised them is the only claim he has to these kids. If he’s not that to Daeron, then that’s it — Daeron won’t be his in the future. Criston has just lost him. He calls Alicent over, pushes Aemond off onto her, and then goes and cries in private.
Aegon learns sea shanties from the sailors, and sings them as loudly as he can. Aemond is super annoyed. Helaena surprises the parents by singing to.
Criston spends a lot of time looking at the Dornish coast, off the port side of the ship. At night he has a dream that they’re caught in a storm and shipwrecked on the shore. When people arrive on the beach to help them, he presents himself as a Dornishman and Alicent as his wife.
Sentimentality about Criston’s family as they pass by the Sea of Dorne. “My mother was born somewhere along there. A little village on the northern coast of Dorne.” “Blackhaven is somewhere that way. That’s where my family are.” Getting emotional and praying for his family, who he can only hope are still living since they’re illiterate smallfolk so he can’t write letters to them. The kids saying, “Let’s go to Blackhaven!” and Criston sadly having to explain that it’s an arduous trek through the mountains to get there, it’s not a coastal place they can easily tack onto their trip, people are expecting them back in King’s Landing, etc. Aemond saying, “Ok, fine, we’ll do that trip when Aegon’s king then.”
#pro team green#green family fluff#alicole#alicole and kiddos#criston cole the father that stepped up
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hiiiiii hehe may i request 🕯🥤🍄
thank u, <3 u
oh heyyy fancy seeing u here! <3
🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?
enjoy it?? idk but im constantly editing as i write bc i am a ~perfectionist~ so i guess i gotta give it a 10
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
soooooo many but a few recent faves are:
three's a crowd by @janaispunk (Dave x f!reader x ofc)
the helen series by @kiwisbell (Joel x f!reader)
amateur by @ezrasbirdie (Joel x f!reader)
slow by @morallyinept (Javi G x f!reader)
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
ima go with stalemate frankie & reader for this — frankie def makes grilled cheeses for her after sex regularly; it's his fave form of aftercare <3333
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Ch. 13: So Good At Being In Trouble
Read on AO3 | Read from the beginning
The spray can rattles when Menelaus shakes it. He stretches to his full height and presses the pump, and a blood red stream of paint leaves the dispenser in a condensed mist, glistening on the wall.
“Missed a spot there,” Odysseus says, pointing at the top of the letter. Menelaus carefully completes the word, then takes several steps back to inspect his handiwork.
“Trojans suck massive dick,” Achilles reads out loud, in a flat and bored tone. “Real imaginative right there, Atreides. Eloquent, too.”
Menelaus glares at Achilles over his shoulder. “Got any better ideas, Pelides?”
“Tons, but I doubt you want to hear them.” Achilles rolls his eyes. “Why are we even doing this in the first place?”
“That’s easy to answer, Blondie,” Diomedes says with his wolfish smile, leaning against the wall of the abandoned building opposite Troy High. “Because those shithead Trojans asked for it. They came to our turf; this is payback.”
“What does Helen ditching Menelaus for Paris have anything to do with the Trojans coming to our turf? Or with us at all, in any case? That’s Menelaus’ deal,” Achilles protests. “She is— was — his girlfriend, they should figure it out themselves. Why is everyone getting involved?”
“It concerns us all,” Menelaus counters hotly, his round and rosy face flushing a deeper red. “The Trojans have no respect for anything! It was our party they came to and crashed last weekend. Ours. And then that bastard had the nerve to take my girl and leave. Should we let this insult stand?”
She seemed quite happy to follow him, Patroclus almost says, but knows well enough that Menelaus is in no mood to listen. So he keeps his peace, watching the familiar argument unfold instead.
“Well, I kind of hate to say this,” Achilles says, though he seems more than pleased to point out what he thinks is the obvious, “but the party was at your house. So technically, I should think, it was your turf, not ours. And most of the Trojans were just hanging out, not causing any trouble. Other than Paris, that is, but—”
“I said, it concerns us all!” Menelaus insists. “They came looking for trouble. So we’re giving them trouble. Are we a team or not?”
“Fuck yeah we are,” Diomedes says. “I say we give them hell, brother.” He fist bumps Menelaus and Odysseus in turn. Achilles groans.
“Perfect. Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest, the movie.” He tips the fizzy orange juice can over his lips and takes a healthy sip. “And how is painting graffiti outside their school walls ‘giving them trouble’, anyway?”
“That’s only a small, friendly warning,” Odysseus says. “Hopefully they get the message on Monday. First thing in the morning.”
Diomedes grins, winking at his friend. “What a way to start the week, eh?”
The way they’re both standing like this, at either side of Menelaus, they’re like the angel and devil on his shoulder. Only they both look like little devils right now, Odysseus with his sly smirks and Diomedes with that sharp gleam in his eye.
Patroclus digs into his paper bag of fries, watching everything from the bench he’s currently sitting on next to Achilles. When the boys invited them to swing by Troy High for the grill shop that makes killer souvlaki nearby, he didn’t expect that this was what they’d be having in mind. Odysseus and Diomedes are always down for trouble, eager to goad others into stupid challenges and then reap the rewards of the devastation they sow. And though Achilles isn’t usually far behind, he’s been less and less eager to follow lately. Mainly, Patroclus thinks, it’s because a lot of their problems have been revolving around girls right now—those that they have or have not, or those they’d like to have. Achilles never misses a chance to express his displeasure and scorn about that.
Menelaus shrugs carelessly and turns around, to complete his masterpiece with a carefully drawn impression of an erect penis underneath the letters. Odysseus and Diomedes follow suit in support and encouragement. Achilles’ eyes roll so hard, Patroclus thinks they’ll get stuck permanently into his skull.
“Ever since Helen ran off with that ding-dong, Menelaus’s IQ has been dropping by the day,” he says in a low voice to Patroclus, ripping a piece of pita and bringing it to his mouth. “Perhaps it’ll be good if he spends some time away from her.”
“I heard that,” Menelaus grumbles.
“Good, I meant you to. Girls are only trouble, you know.” He winks at Patroclus, smiling mischievously. “Good think we don’t have any of that to worry about, right?”
Patroclus laughs under his breath, picking up a perfectly charred chicken skewer from the box. At the very least, the grill shop was worth the trip all the way to Troy.
Menelaus, Diomedes and Odysseus are just about finished covering the wall of the abandoned house opposite the school with swear words and offensive drawings, when the sound of police sirens reaches them from a distance.
Read the rest on AO3!
#patrochilles#tsoa#the song of achilles#hades game#homer's iliad#the iliad#modern au#achilles#patroclus#achilles x patroclus#achilles/patroclus#johaerys writes
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Mayor Eric Calloway's wife, Helen, was raised on a farm with a modest income before she fell in love with Eric. She no longer has to work another day in her life, but with her husband constantly working and her children pulling away from her, she has to find ways to entertain herself.
She loves visiting the community center cafe to get grilled salmon. After her meal, the waitress asked for her autograph.
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Fun Fax: OLM Chapter 13
me, my betas, lee, and jin this chapter like
once again, throwing hands with the timeline this whole chapter. couldnt decide what hours of the day Kazuya left for a long time while writing chapter 12, and that only carried over here lol. most of my ish there was working around Lee finding out that Kazuya bolted for the day, and golly i gotta start ironing this kinda thing out sooner lol
i know this is tekken, but i am also a martial artist and a human, so i could not ignore the damage that would be done by punching something full force, let alone for hours. punching a makiwara ONCE hurt my baby knuckles 💀 gonna have to suspend disbelief for me a bit here, especially when i have to contend with Tekken Physics later on lol. really trying to walk the line between realism and shonen physics
wont lie, a couple lines from this chapter were directly inspired by God of War (2018). namely, the “You left me, again,” and “WHY DON’T YOU CARE” lines - and also, Kazuya calling Jin “boy” as much as he does in this stage in general sdhfjk. it really works for him, but i get to have fun with making Jin finally lose his cool over it
okay ANOTHER thing i pulled insp from for this chap was Treasure Planet (the way Jin pressed himself into Lee with his forehead instead ofoutright hugging, “forget it. forget it.”) i adore the movie, so it snuck in lol
THE ENTIRE SCENE WITH LEE TELLING OFF KAZUYA FOR BEING INCONSIDERATE, I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THAT SCENE FROM THE INCREDIBLES WHEN BOB COMES HOME LATE AND HELEN GRILLS HIM HDSFJK
before i decided on the exacts of how Jin and Kaz’s convo went last chapter, i had a version of their talk in this one that was mellower, and even had Kaz explain where he got his scar/what happened to his mom here instead of there
this chapter is where i had to give up and just accept that the first chunk of this fic is Idiot Plot dhsjhd. actually the whole fic is, because we are all stupid and no one here freaking talks abt things they need to
favorite beta comment was just “kazuya should b shot fr”
i’ll be real, this chapter was largely written so many months ago that i’ve forgotten a lot of the processes with it lol. i try to write FF as i work on the chapters, but some get left behind if nothing sticks out to me. i’ll just say that every convo was tweaked and changed approx 200 times and if you think it’s long as-is, i trimmed off a couple hundred words or so before finalizing lol
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"No, no, no please, no, not again, please." He cried fighting against they're grip. Until they pushed him into the room. He covered his eyes completely, shaking and crying.
"Open your eyes. Come on."
"No." He sobbed. "No, please." Then the sound activated and he covered his ears. High Pitched and headache inducing. When he involuntarily opened his eyes, he saw nothing but colors flashing. He didn't know he was screaming. Hitting himself until it hurt but it didn't stop. Not until a few minutes later when he couldn't move for who knows how long. He laid on the ground crying, his limbs he couldn't even see, heavy.
He didn't know how long it was but he shook so bad he couldn't get up. He only sat up on his hands and knees and threw up right there, before fainting.
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He screamed when he woke up, sitting up in a bed. He flinched when someone tried to touch him and scoot away from them. When he saw Marci he stopped. He looked around and found himself in their house. In his room.
"Hey. It's time for breakfast." He informed and Leo nodded. Marci gave him the bowl of cereal and Leo took it hesitantly. Just a precaution. He sniffed it and found it was fine. He gobbled it up after the first bite. He hasn't had anything but shitty stuff they called gritz and chicken noolde soup. "All the stuff he needed in two bowls." As they put it. So Coacoa Puffs was the best thing ever right now.
"Careful, you'll choke." Marci warned and Leo nodded. He gave him a granola bar and Leo followed those instructions but still savored it. "Okay. So... what's the next step?"
"We need fake documents."
"Like... birth certificates and whatnot?"
"Yes. Birth cirtificates are easy. We need to change our stories completely. People are going to freak out if they find out you escaped."
"They know about me?"
"They know the lies. When Rosa called us to get you, it was everywhere. Interviews, news casts, articles. There are many lies about you."
"But... aren't they supposed to shut that down?"
"They only hid the fire powers part. But since it got so much attention because you're a kid whose a supposed murderer, according to... everyone, they kept the story rolling and said you had a lighter, you pushed your aunt into that grill and blah blah blah."
"I didn't-"
"I know! I know. I'm sorry Helen-"
"Leo."
"Leo. Right. But. That's how they see you. If we change our names completely, our stories, birthdays, social security card numbers. We can finally have a normal life."
A normal life. Leo had the impression that didn't exist anymore. Not for him.
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And he was right.
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StrangeSpot, Round Thirty Two: Wheels
Just as Helen and Bondi were starting to bond over grilled cheese, disaster literally struck in the form of a lightning bolt hitting the tree in the yard. Bondi bravely attempted to put the resulting fire out and prove his usefulness, but succumbed to the blaze just before the fire brigade arrived.
Axel: "Bummer."
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(general question) do you think you can tell us what the creep's favorite food is?
I.. I was debating what to do for EJ as he can't eat human food.. So I listed his preferred literal human food
Also! I decided to mix things up and answer AS the creeps!
Jeff: "Pancakes, you just can't go wrong with 'em. Best way to start the day."
BEN: "Burgers are always a win in my book! Good for any occassion."
Eyeless Jack: "A nice fatty thigh is fantastic, but I'm also really fond of eyeballs as snacks... Why are you looking at me like that? It's not like I'll eat you up, silly."
Laughing Jack: "Salted caramel is just too delectible for me to place anything else at the top of the list!"
Toby: "Soups of any kind are really nice. They remind me of my mom, since she makes the best soup."
Tim: "A nice honey baked ham is a pretty damn good meal."
Brian: "Spaghetti! Maybe basic, but it just gives me the good vibes!"
Slender: "There are far too many choices for me to narrow this down to just one food. I've eaten basically every type of food.. And they're usually always delicious."
Splendor: "Anything sweet wins my vote!! It's just too hard to resist something nice and sugary."
Offender: "Anything Slender or my mom cooks is a 20/10. Those two are just on a different level in the kitchen."
Trender: "Bruschetta. Elegant and delicious, it's absolutely perfect."
Liu: "Carbonara is pretty nice! Although I'm partial to pasta in general."
Jane: "Sushi is pretty damn good! Always my go-to on a day out."
Natalie: "Grilled fish isn't half bad... I used to make it when I was younger, even caught my own fish."
Helen: "Rare steak. What? I grew up in a wealthy household, I like my steaks. Although.. Hazelnuts are also pretty tasty."
Dr. Smiley: "Curry is pretty yummy. Plus, I can make a whole bunch and have leftovers. Useful for late nights in the lab."
Sally: "Anything sweet!! Cake, candy, cupcakes, chocolate... I'm getting hungry just thinking about it!"
Jason: "Strawberries are the optimal food, but their best forms are natural or covered in chocolate. Nothing else compares to their delightful flavor."
Puppeteer: "Anything with low amounts of salt. It makes me have... Reactions, if you will. Shitty ghost biology."
Zalgo: "Beef wellington is a satisfying dish. Although.. Surely, something as sweet as you would also be quite delicious, yes...? Should I find out..?"
Candy Pop: "Everyone says I'm crazy for it, but I could go nuts for a pack of black licorice! The flavor is too strong you say? Nah, I think it's just right!"
Hobo Heart: "...Slender's homemade chicken pot pie tastes like home to me."
Nina: "Hmmm... I could go for some cake right about now!! Do you wanna go get some?? There's a lovely place just down from the castle!"
Kate: "Anything with cherries in it. I just love how tart their flavor is."
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta headcanons#jeff the killer headcanons#ben drowned headcanons#eyeless jack headcanons#laughing jack headcanons#ticci toby headcanons#tim wright headcanons#brian thomas headcanons#slenderman headcanons#splendorman headcanons#offenderman headcanons#trenderman headcanons#homicidal liu headcanons#jane the killer headcanons#clockwork headcanons#bloody painter headcanons#dr smiley headcanons#sally williams headcanons#jason the toymaker headcanons#puppeteer headcanons#zalgo headcanons#candy pop headcanons#hobo heart headcanons#nina the killer headcanons#kate the chaser headcanons#slender mansion mayhem
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Frozen in Time
Fandom: DC Comics, JLI, GL Corps
Summary: Daddy-daughter weekend does not go as planned.
Chapters: 1/?
Characters: Michael Jon Carter (DCU), Rani Carter (DCU), Michelle Carter (DCU), Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan
Additional Tags: Fluff, Father-Daughter Relationship, Road Trip, Angst and Humor
Chapter One: Unicorns
"I'm a great dad," I defended myself. Michelle bounced her head from one side to the other sarcastically. "I am!"
"Okay... Try not to cause a world-ending crisis at the tea party," Michelle replied on her way out the door. I glanced over the checklist Skeets printed out and packed Rani's bag. He even color-coded it to show me what order to pack things in. I'd planned this weekend for months, hoping I'd finally get Rani to call me dad or some variation of the word. It was my chance to get Rani to see me as a real, genuine father figure.
I packed her bag, and then I packed lunch for our special picnic. I must've watched thousands of videos trying to figure out how to make unicorn grilled cheese sandwiches. I made every cool and trendy snack I could think of to impress her. It was a rare four-day weekend, and I planned on making it the best four days of Rani's little life. The plan was to be impressive and fatherly and show her I was all in on the fatherhood thing.
I understand people would say I'm not the most responsible, reliable, or predictable guy they know, but I had a chance to be something different with her. I figured I'd take her on a nice trip and follow it up with a tea party. My plan was foolproof. I finished packing and prepping with a few minutes to spare. I had enough time to walk to Rani's school and wait at the gate.
I put on my shoes and grabbed a snack, Rani's favorite toy, and her visor. I was so excited to see her that I took the hopscotch path. There was no rush to get home to dinner or a meeting. We had time.
I stood at the gate with the other parents. While I waited, a single mom struck up a conversation with me. "I didn't know your ears were pierced," she smiled.
I touched my ears and remembered I was wearing flower earrings. "Oh, yeah. I took Rani to get her ears pierced a few weeks ago, and I didn't want to make her do something I was too scared to do... So, I got mine done first," I replied, "That doesn't explain the earrings, though... Does it?"
"It doesn't have to," she laughed, "Were you scared?"
"Terrified," I chuckled, "I had to close my eyes and suck it up. But Rani was a champ."
The bell rang, and she waved goodbye. I power walked to Rani's class excitedly and scooped her up as soon as she came outside. "Hi, Mikey!" Rani laughed. I set her down and took her backpack.
"Here, I'll trade ya," I smiled as I handed her toy to her. I put the visor on her head and offered her a snack. Rani smiled and grabbed my hand. "Rani, I need your help with some stuff this weekend."
Rani pouted. "Is it a lot of work?" Rani questioned.
I nodded solemnly. I finally figured out how to get maximum excitement from kids. The trick is to seem as disappointing as possible so that reality would seem fantastic in comparison. She was so disappointed she couldn't muster the energy to swing my hand. It took everything in my power to keep from laughing.
When we got home, she helped me put all the bags in the car, and then it clicked. "Hey! Why are we putting suitcases in the car?" Rani questioned.
"You've got me! Okay, I wanted to take you on a trip this weekend... Just you and me," I replied. Rani jumped into my arms.
"Wow! Where are we going?" Rani asked. I shook my head and grinned.
"That would ruin the surprise," I replied, letting her back in the house. "I'll wait in the car."
Rani paused. "Is it a long drive?" Rani questioned. I nodded. "Then you should go to the bathroom before we leave."
I opened my mouth to speak, but I realized she was right. After we met at the car, Rani sat in the backseat and buckled her seatbelt. "Mikey, guess what?" Rani asked.
"I love a guess what," I replied.
"We saw a real firefighter today," Rani announced, "How come you don't have a big truck? All the helpers today had big trucks."
"That's a great question. You see, they're better drivers than I am. I could probably drive a big truck, but I think it'd be responsible driving a car I'm comfortable with," I answered. Minus ten cool points for the minivan dad.
"Everyone has different abilities. Not everybody can do your job," Rani reassured me.
"Thanks, Rani," I replied.
She fell asleep immediately after that, and I turned the radio on low. I got on the freeway and drove for almost an hour before Rani woke up to tell me about her dream. "You were there! And you had a sword," Rani replied, "You looked so cool."
Thank you to Rani's subconscious! "I could definitely get a sword... I could be a sword guy," I replied, "Do you think I should get a sword in real life?"
"Yeah!" Rani replied.
"Cool! I'll probably have to take sword fighting lessons and learn proper sword safety because safety is important—."
"You still get your toast out of the toaster with a fork," Rani interrupted.
"Okay, but—. Is that actually—? Do you wanna pull over and have a surprise snack?" I asked.
"Yes, please!" Rani shouted. I grinned and pulled to the side of the road near an orchard. I climbed into the backseat. "What's in there?"
"A surprise. I made these," I replied. I pulled out two neatly-wrapped unicorn-shaped grilled cheese sandwiches. Rani unwrapped hers and gasped.
"They're so pretty! How did you make rainbow colors inside the sandwich? Is it like marshmallows?" Rani questioned. I took a bite and shook my head.
"Take a bite," I replied. Rani took a bite and smiled.
"It's cheese!" Rani exclaimed. She took another bite, and I took a moment to soak in my victory. The grilled cheese was a hit! I finally managed to make something for her that we both liked.
#fic#frozen in time fic#jli#gl corps#Michael Jon Carter (DCU)#Rani Carter (DCU)#Michelle Carter (DCU)#Hal Jordan#Helen Jordan#Fluff#Father-Daughter Relationship#Road Trip#Angst and Humor
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"Y'know my mother was right about you....you're fuckin' crazy, Colleen."
One minute they were in a dingy little apartment on Delancey street then he blinked it and they were in Central Park. Rent checks with Colleen for her mother was always interesting. Minnie McGuire was never one to The fact that Colleen Murphy, the tall girl with long dark hair and pretty green eyes. She'd been quiet until she'd gotten to know him. Knowing him, meaning she pegged him with her softball between the shoulders after school one day in the fifth grade when he'd made the mistake of calling her cousin Stevie a shrimp.
"You called him a stuttering shrimp and you know you deserved it for sayin' it."
She'd admitted years later to him as they walked around the park. Of the three stops they'd made she'd gotten her mother's rent money every damn time. Maybe it was because she was a good judge of character. Some got the nice 'here lemme talk to Ma about another two weeks since your sister's sick' Colleen whilst others, like Mr Frank Flannery, got the 'you have until 3:00 to have my mother's money or I'm busting your other hand.' to which she commenced to take a meat mallet to the guy that almost broke Eddie's nose in high school.
"You fuckin' love me and wouldn't want it any other way, Spina."
After that fateful day in the park she had accepted him into the fold of her various collection of misfits from their neighborhood of Red Hook. She was insanely tight with the Starling girl who lived next door. He remembered Mr. Starling buying bread from his Grandfather's bakery and cuts of meat from his father. Eddie came from a huge family next-door to the McGuires so he always had a straggler or two of his own who Colleen welcomed with open arms. A theme she'd keep going as they grew up. He showed her how to let her hair down and not get caught sneaking out when they were teens. She taught him the correct way to pray for others and how to make the best grilled cheese. She gave him roots and he gave her wings and together they sailed along. She was raised in the quiet home of her mother and grandmother, Granny McGuire owned the local candy shop down the block from the bakery and always had something for the kids that walked by. Col's mother was a bookkeeper for many local businesses as well as a defecto back room betting parlor owner. OTB bets were usually taken at cab stands dotting the city but why go all the way when you could just go to McGuire's Sweet Shop on the corner? Where as he had been the eldest and the ringleader of chaos at his place only steps away, his mother stayed home his father worked the butcher shop during the week and on Saturdays he'd work at the bakery.
She'd been the one to teach his younger sister, Theresa how to throw a punch. Theresa was banned from the local Brownie troop and from Kelly Matsek was always dragged clear across the street if Theresa was spotted for fear of popping Kelly in the face again, a trend that would only stop once both girls were adults and Kelly asked Theresa to be a bridesmaid for her. Eddie and Colleen had been married since she turned 20 and he was 22. Christopher Edward Michael Spina was born eight months to the day of their wedding. They were now living in his parents old place on Huntington after his mother relocated to the much warmer climates of Florida after they celebrated their second anniversary. They were now officially ten years and three kids into the long haul and were still happy as well. He had learned that he indeed wouldn't want it any other way. The fact that she paints her toes the most vibrant shade of red or that she takes her coffee with an ungodly amount of sugar. She's the only one that can settle any one of their kids with a word or two and she was still the only person he'd want to have his back in a bar fight.
Ducking around the Alice statue she made a mad sprint for best friend Helene and the swathed bundle she held. He watched as his wife went from bone breaking bad ass to a cooing gooey mess over her best friend's baby.
"Eddie isn't she precious?!"
'That means she wants another one...maybe you do too..."
"The most."
'Yeah...you do...and this time it's her turn to the pick the name. Maybe show her your list this time.'
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Does she know how to make a grilled cheese?
Who? Helen? Yes, actually…
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